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Shattered Shards: Pendulous Pendant Kiera sat in her room, waiting for the tell-tale slam of the door that would signify her mother leaving for the weekend; working and satisfying her hungers, mostly. Often they were one and the same though. There were no secrets in the house; Kiera's mother, Paige, had informed her from an early age that she was half succubus, but not the fun half. No shapeshifting, or dream-entering, no claws, no wings, or cloven hooves, not even a spade-tipped tail. All Paige had gotten of her mother's nature was an almost unearthly beauty coupled with an unholy need to go out and get fucked silly every few days. She licked her lips, tasting her mother's cherry flavored lip gloss upon her own lips. She could still taste her mother's natural, honey-like flavor on her tongue as well. Kiera knew that her mother was incredibly needful, since she'd forgotten to kiss like a mother and not like a lover. The kiss had also been something of the succubus, but it wasn't an ability her mother was born with, it was something she had to learn from the Sisterhood, the dark religious order that she belonged to. Before all the strangeness, there had been about a hundred members, but after the world was broken apart and put back together, it was down to less than a dozen. Kiera rather liked the Terra Unita, as the union of Earth and Aerth was called. Everything was so much more comfortable, indoor plumbing, central heating, mattresses with springs and foam rather than straw, computers, the internet, and video games. Oh how she adored video games. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she played one of her favorites, watching the long haired martial artist pound the crap out of some wolf looking things. She found herself having difficulty concentrating on the game however; her mother's accidental kiss had made her loins stir. She turned her gaze from the screen to the poster of her heroine, Tifa's white shirt clinging to her large breasts, erect nipples plain to see. She was gorgeous with her Asian features, her raven black hair, and that sexy leather miniskirt. Kiera wanted to be just like her. In her old town she'd stood out with her blonde hair and height. She'd been a bit above average in a city filled with dwarven bloodlines, which meant dark hair and short heights. But almost all the Earth girls in the merged town were taller than she was. To her horror Kiera was now regarded as a bit shorter than average, and blonde hair was common and could be bought from a box. Kiera loathed dyed hair. She could never get it right; it made every strand the same color and thus looked totally fake. She wished she had gorgeous, perfect dark hair like her idol. She envied her mother for her apple green hair and lavender eyes, a touch of the exotic from past bloodlines that were often dormant within a succubus. Paige had gotten lucky, standing nearly six feet in height, with her exotic coloration, and partially elven features. Kiera took very much after her father, and despite her quarter demon blood, she looked as human as anybody, and not only that, but plainly human. She didn't turn heads in Port Cedar like she had in Crescent Port, what the Aerth half of the city had been called. It vexed her, the daughter of a succubus and she had next to no bust to speak of. And it wasn't like she was just having a late blossoming puberty, all the unpleasantness had come, but none of the bonuses had. She didn't even need to feed as her mother did. She couldn't draw any magical energy from her self-exploration (she knew quite well, she'd been trying every night since she was 12). The only thing that she seemed to have was an overactive sex drive. She'd worn out the last three toys her mother had purchased for her, and the most recent was well on its way to no longer working. "No boys until 18." Paige had instructed her, if she waited until then she was sure to have at least some powers bloom from her demonic bloodline meshing with the innate magic that surrounded a virgin maiden. Girls were fine, the old gods that had put down the rules for magic had either been misogynists, or total perverts. Considering the stories about impregnating women in the form of swans, or as a golden shower (eww) Kiera suspected the latter. She gritted her teeth, still waiting for the sound of her mother leaving the house and the sound of the car starting. For the last few days she'd been feeling incredibly horny, and her mother's kiss had not helped in the slightest. The toys weren't helping very much, nor was her mother. A young succubus was supposed to have a few girls of a similar age bound to their will by now to take care of their needs. Men for hunger, women for desire. After a good feeding a succubus would come home and have fun with her pets. Paige's pets lived in the city, so she could have immediate access to slaking both needs. Kiera was rather sure she put quite a crimp on her mother's lifestyle. Paige adored her, she knew, but the half-succubus shouldn't have been fertile for another few decades. "Always make sure your lovers aren't under some sort of Gypsy curse to assure that any sexual dalliances they have with someone other than their wife will result in pregnancy." Paige had advised her daughter. "C'mon mom," Kiera whispered though clenched teeth to herself as she waited in her room. "Get going." There was a way to get rid of her pent up need, but Kiera wasn't supposed to use it. It was an artifact of her mother's religious order, known as the Succubus Stone. It fed off of lust, desire, and sexual satisfaction. In return it granted the wearer great power, and even had the ability to grant wishes and bring fantasies to life. Her mother took it out every so often; making sure the spirit within was fed regularly to maintain its power and getting a few things as a reward. Kiera had been told not to touch it until she'd had some sort of display to confirm that she had succubus abilities. The pendant was a rather powerful item, and had the potential to bewitch an unsuspecting user. She wasn't planning on wearing it for long, though. Just long enough to take the edge off her arousal. She remembered quite clearly that the thing didn't work if you'd climaxed sometime in the past hour or so before trying to use it. It was total agony keeping her hands out of her pants. "Dammit moooooom!" Kiera whimpered, her sex aching, almost drooling as it dripped with need. As if in reply to her complaint the loud sound of the front door slamming closed echoed through the house, shortly followed by the sound of the car engine turning over. Kiera was out the door like a shot. -o- The pendant was displayed in a rather elegant looking box with a translucent top. The locking mechanism had been complex on Old Aerth, but here it was pretty much the same thing as a bike lock, though with a few more dials. There were ten glyphs on a dial, and eight dials. Each of the glyphs represented a Higher Abyssal word. The language was very subtle, with the words before and after altering the meaning, you had to read a sentence forwards and backwards before you could fully understand it. It was a language full of subtleties and hidden meanings. The proper way to open the box was to flank the phrase "Boys are for feeding, girls are for fucking" with the identical glyph for Succubus. As quickly as she could turn the dials, Kiera had the box open and the pendant around her neck. The Succubus Stone was a wonderfully carved, smoothed, and sculpted design. Just looking at it could fascinate a weak-willed individual. The pink ring, flanked by black and filled with white, could stir arousal in nearly anyone who gazed on it and was given a few words of encouragement. The cold stone touched her flesh, terribly cold for a moment, but seeming to warm up almost instantly, becoming a temperature a little bit warmer than Kiera herself. She felt her aching need dwindle down to a pleasant tingle, a feeling of being embraced by a caring and experienced lover. A lover that had huge, soft, membranous wings at that. Kiera let out a soft moan as she felt the sensation of lips upon her own, fingers sweeping through her hair. She felt a sensation of warmth spreading through her body, the Stone's power relaxing tense muscles, vanishing small aches, and igniting twinges of pleasure in certain spots. It felt like having her entire body massaged all at once. Her mother swore the stone had a mind of its own at times, even though it wasn't one of rare artifacts that actually possessed an intellect. She'd been warned it had its own ideas of fun. But she was the daughter of a succubus, after all. She'd easily be able to handle a silly stone in a battle of wills. The phantom lips left her own, a gentle tickle trailing down her front, as if a tongue dragged down over her nearly nonexistent bust and down to her loins. Kiera dropped to her knees at the intense sensation, a lusty cry parting her lips as the stone drove her into immediate and powerful climax. It had taken only a moment, but the stone eagerly gulped down the sensations as well as Kiera's need. The climax had only lasted a moment, but it was worth it for the nagging ache in her loins to have vanished. Even the wetness of her arousal had vanished. "Wow, that's actually a pretty useful rock." She said with a giggle, pulling the stone upward to admire it. "I wonder why Mom thinks you're so dangerous." The quarter-succubus reached back, expecting that the clasp would be sealed shut, the pendant unable to be removed. But it came open just as easily as anything. She placed the gem upon the shelf and took a few steps back, she looked around and waited for something unfortunate or ominous to happen, like her lust suddenly coming back tenfold. But that was not the case. "Huh," she murmured to herself, picking up the pendant again. It might come in handy over the weekend. Kiera hummed happily as she headed back to her room, intent on getting some progress made on her favorite RPG now that she wasn't half contemplating grinding against her controller every time it rumbled. -o- It was well into the afternoon before Kiera felt the tell tale ache coming back. It always did if she didn't actually find a way to slake her lusts, or at least make an attempt at wearing out her vibrator in doing so. She sighed and turned off the video game console, laying back on her bed. She looked up at her poster and smiled, taking the pendant in one hand, slipping the other into her pants. Mmm... Tifa. What she wouldn't give to be like that. Tall, powerful, sexy, exotic. Not to mention totally stacked. Kiera wished she could have a body like that. Mmm... she could just imagine it. It would be so awesome, walking around looking like that. Getting the longing and envious looks of guys and girls alike. She slipped her fingers inside herself and began to imagine what she'd be like if she could have the body of her dreams. She wouldn't be wearing jeans and a t-shirt, that was for sure. If she looked like that, it wouldn't matter if she was just lounging around the house or going out for a night on the town. She was going to look sexy, even if it was just for herself. She'd be even more insatiable then. Kiera would spend hours looking at herself in the mirror, gazing at her sexy curves as she pleasured herself. Her body began to tingle pleasantly, which brought a grin to Kiera's face. Perhaps she was finally getting a little bit of magic of her own? Or maybe the stone was just making her feel nice as she played with herself? Either way, it didn't really matter. She closed her eyes and imagined her dream self. Tall and tanned, her raven-hued hair thick and glossy, worn long, past her butt, just like her idol. Her canted eyes would be an exotic red, maybe with a few flecks of brilliant orange, a bit of a tie to her slightly infernal heritage. Kiera moaned softly as the tickle vanished, but a hot bolt of pleasure shot through her, making her arch her back. She couldn't see her platinum blonde hair turn dark, nor did she notice its rapid growth on the bed beneath her. Kiera's eyes were clenched tightly shut, but she felt them twitch as they altered, just the tiniest hint of sensation as they took on the shape she imagined. She'd pictured herself with makeup, mascara and purple eyeshadow upon her eyelids, and the power had altered her to match the image. She gasped, drawing breath through ruby red lips. The tickle returned as Kiera focused more on the body she wanted with long legs and an athletic build. Once more she arched her back with delight as a bolt of pleasure lanced through her. She sighed happily, stretching her suddenly cramped legs, hearing soft pops as the proportions altered. She shivered, the change spreading through her body, altering her almost boyish figure into one more athletic, a touch more feminine, but by no stretch of the imagination curvaceous. Her ideal body was grown up, not the awkward teenage thing she sported just moments before, and that was rapidly diminishing to an afterthought. Her pale, freckled dwarven skin deepened in tone, the freckles and blemishes smoothed away, replaced by perfect, gorgeous mocha. Her jaw popped and her teeth seemed to grind against each other for a few moments, but Kiera ignored the discomfort. Of course the moment she started enjoying herself and giving in to her body's desires, the stone would rebel against her. Another shiver, and her proportions shifted subtly once more, adding ten years to her features to make Kiera appear like a young woman in the prime of life rather than a young woman barely more than a child. She let out a pleasured moan, her voice deeper and huskier in the richest of feminine strength. She felt a gentle pressure building within her, pressing slowly outward. Her somewhat loose clothes tightened as she grew, pushing past five and a half feet in height, past the human average, the male average, until she would stand just a hair over six feet in height. With a set of heels, she'd be even taller to border on statuesque. Oh yes the heels. She wanted some of her own, but Kiera could never justify getting them. On her awkward tween-age body they looked ridiculous. But her mother made them sexy. She could just picture them; red latex boots, with high heels and a good platform sole to them, making Kiera even taller. There was no tickle to feel as Kiera's sneakers darkened and smoothed out, the scuffed white leather giving way to gleaming latex. Her jeans followed suit, the fabric thinning in places, thickening in others. Most of it grew translucent, becoming pantyhose, while the rest formed into a scandalous short, black leather miniskirt. Kiera was too caught up in her own pleasures to notice the shift in the fabric. Nor did she notice something similar happening to her top. The white fabric grew tighter and tighter, showing off her newly taut and toned midriff. Kiera fingered herself faster and faster, her muscles gripping her fingers tightly, hungrily, more than they ever had before. After all, she imagined herself with a well-trained pussy. What good was a gorgeous sexy body for a succubus, even one at quarter strength, if you didn't seduce and enthrall people with it? She brought her pendant-holding hand to her chest, rubbing at her erect nipples beneath the fabric. Oh how she wanted a proper bust, one to put her mother's to shame. The pendant seemed red hot in her hand for a moment, and then she felt something give within her, felt something pushing against her hand. Kiera opened her eyes, baffled by the sensation of her flesh ballooning out to fill her palm and beyond. Nearly everything about her had changed since she closed her eyes. She stared in wonderment as her body continued to grow and alter, taking on the gorgeous, sexy, and not in the least bit boyish figure that she'd always desired. "By the three great goddesses..." she whispered, consciously noting that her voice too had changed. She sounded confidant, sexy, a voice that could just about make someone cum by whispering all the right words in their ear. She let out a cry of lusty pleasure as she squeezed her new boosted bust. So big, so wonderful, so sensitive, just the way she imagined. It was enough to send her over the edge, making every inch of her perfect, gorgeous body quake with delicious climax. This time the Succubus Stone did not interfere, allowing Kiera to experience the full wonder of pleasure that her dream body could provide. "Wow," the quarter-succubus murmured once she'd regained her breath. No wonder the pendant was considered to be a bit dangerous. It really could grant wishes. She grinned down at the three color gem before placing it on her nightstand. "Sorry to leave you like this, but I want to show this off. And I want to see if this is just a temporary thing, or if I can..." she blushed, "Go out and find some fun before this wears off. If it wears off." She giggled and blew the gem a kiss, hopping off the bed, moving like a pro with the unfamiliar body, and unfamiliar footwear. She was everything she'd dreamed of being, powerful, beautiful, graceful, and above all, exotic. It almost hurt to tear her gaze away from the big full length mirrors that her mother had placed in on many of the walls of their home. Even if it was only herself, a succubus was voyeuristic in nature. Kiera was absolutely drop dead gorgeous now, and she wanted to watch her beautiful body. But it would be even more fun if she had help... -o- The quarter-succubus slammed the door behind her, her tongue firmly planted between her teeth. She was so horny she could barely stand it. Despite having the body of her dreams, deep down she was still herself, still shy and unsure, tentative. She hadn't managed to work up the nerve to talk to a single cute girl all evening. All that was stopping her from fondling herself in a frenzy was the slight pain of her bitten tongue. Kiera stomped off to her bedroom, grabbing the Succubus Stone from the nightstand. She let out a sigh of relief and nearly dropped to her knees as the unwanted lust was sucked away. She giggled and planted a kiss upon the gem. "Boy, you're really getting fed tonight." Kiera said with a chuckle, fastening the pendant around her neck. She sighed and made her way to the living room, at least there were always her mother's porn DVD's to help her with her pent up frustration. She giggled, some people had parents with a stash of erotic films, she had a parent with a stash of erotic films that she starred in. Once again the quarter succubus found herself blushing, wishing that she could be as confidant as her mother in sexual matters. "Godesses, I wish there was something I could do to get rid of this silly itch..." Kiera muttered. If she'd actually had succubus abilities to help with her succubus-sized sex drive it would help so much. The gem upon her neck grew warm for a moment, seeming to vibrate for just a fraction of a second. As if it started to do something, and then stopped. "Aww..." Kiera sighed, disappointed, "I was really hoping you could do some... WARGH!" The girl jumped into the air as something pressed up against her backside, grabbing her hose and panties. She heard the telltale rip of cloth and she spun. Kiera's eyes went wide to find herself nose to bill with a rather large bird. It looked at her with mischievous blue eyes, white and yellow feathers. It straightened up, towering over her, its powerful body meant for hard labor and for riding. It was most definitely a chocobo, but that was silly, they weren't real creatures, just something made up for the video games. It warked at her happily and then leaned down, butting its beak against her fingers. "Um, nice choco?" she whispered, beginning to pet the creature, which almost knocked her over as it leaned into her caresses. The giant bird chirped happily and pressed up against Kiera hard enough to make her stagger. She tripped over the footstool, which thankfully broke her fall. She looked back over her shoulder and glared at the overly friendly beast. "Hey! Watch what you're... ARGH!" Kiera yelped as the bird basically jumped onto her. Her eyes wide as it ground up against her rear, something warm and hard prodding her from between its legs. "Oh you can't be... you can't be serious!" she scolded, trying to sound dominant, but her voice wavered with fear. The chocobo let out a warbling sound that was almost like a chuckle as it thrust, his member finding a proper orifice at last, but not the one that was causing Kiera so much trouble. She shrieked as the bird's member sunk into her. It stretched her wide, but it wasn't too uncomfortable. Apparently she'd inherited another succubus gift; able to take nearly any lover without pain. At least the physical kind. She was REALLY not enjoying being suddenly accosted with a randy creature from out of her favorite video game. Kiera tried to get free, but the huge beast's weight kept her trapped between himself and the stool. She was about to scream for help when the beast began to thrust, and her prepared scream instead became a surprised moan. She'd never tried out anal with her toys before. After all, it wasn't the part of her that had been aching. It felt really weird, but kind of... fun. Though it wasn't where her need was, the big bird's powerful thrusts did actually feel kind of good. She'd heard her mother joke with her friends and lovers before about something like this. You couldn't really rape a succubus, only provide her with sex she didn't know she wanted. Kiera found herself blushing as the animal pounded into her, moaning as she did so. She didn't want the thing to keep going, nor had she wanted to have the thing jump her in the first place. But there was a part of her that got more than a little thrill from it all; being forced to be the bird's lover, coupled with two obvious naughty things: sodomy and bestiality. And of course anything that was looked upon as wicked, sinful, or naughty was just the thing to make a sex demoness, or a quarter of one, horny as hell. The bird let out a loud trill and buried his cock as deeply into Kiera as it would go. The girl cried out, the force nearly enough to send her to climax. There was a sensation of liquid heat as the chocobo climaxed, flooding Kiera's rump with his hot, thick seed. It made her body tingle, made it feel pleasantly warm. Well, so much for keeping her virginity with males until she was eighteen. But then again did backdoor bestiality barnyard sex qualify? The bird let out a snort and withdrew, leaving Kiera disheveled, confused, and a little bit pissed off as the bird wandered off. Just like a male, blow his load without the slightest regard for her own pleasure. The choco nibbled on one of the decorative ferns in the living room, and apparently found it to his liking. "Hey you big..." Kiera started, by clamped a hand over her mouth. What the hell was she doing? She hadn't wanted sex with that thing in the first place! Even with the stone it had made her lust worse. She found herself half wanting more, and half wanting to get the heck away from the silly beast before it got other ideas. She sided with the later urge and darted off into the kitchen. The sudden movement attracting the choco's attention. He turned from the ferns and began to follow Kiera, warking questioningly and tilting his head. Kiera promptly slammed the kitchen door into his face. She sighed and slumped down onto one of the dining room chairs. Great, she was horny as hell, had a seven foot tall, four hundred pound chicken in her living room, and had a weird, shivery feeling spreading over her body. Kiera let out a soft gasp, the Succubus Stone vibrating softly. Her loins seemed to resonate with the vibration. The quarter-succubus sighed and slipped her fingers beneath her skirt and into her panties. She'd try and deal with her silly, overactive sex drive now, and then figure out how to get rid of the silly choco, however it had gotten there. The moment her fingertips came into contact with her clit, Kiera let out a startling moan, the little nub swollen and sensitive. While unexpected, the boosted pleasure of her button was quite welcome. Maybe this was one of those succubus things? Make someone climax and be rewarded with heightened pleasure of your own? A shudder ran through her body, making all the tiny hairs stand on end. She mmmed happily as she stroked herself, faster and faster. It seemed to grow even more sensitive by the moment, but also... bigger, thicker, longer. Was she finally gaining the ability to shapeshift? Biologically, she was in her mid twenties now, some years after the very latest succubus powers would appear. Mmm... maybe that was it; she was adapting, somehow, to take on the physical form of something more suitable to her lover's desire. The gem's vibrations intensified with the thought, leading Kiera to think that was the proper answer. But why was she having her clit growing like this? Was it something that female chocobos had? But that was silly, she doubted that anyone had gone so far as to image what the genitals of a pile of pixels would look like. Kiera moaned softly, wrapping her fingers around her growing shaft, thinking of her mother in that form. She'd wanted to have fun with her mother, but Paige had told her that mother/daughter lovemaking wouldn't be a good idea until Kiera showed signs of growing powers. A young succubus' sorcerous growth could easily be stunted by a more powerful one getting her into her thrall. She imagined her mother's sparkling emerald eyes, her apple-green hair, her lips painted up to be a radiant viridian. She could almost feel them against her own lips, and then wrapped around her cock. Mmm... that would feel so incredible. Mom gave blowjobs like a pro, and once she'd seen that Kiera had powers of her own now, she'd have to start giving her hands on instructions with the act. The quarter-succubus' erection was nearly six inches long now, fully hard, though still lacking a few defining features of a true penis. It was closer to a cock than a clit, however. Her rapid stroking sending delicious pleasure through Kiera. "Goddesses," she whispered, "If this is what a guy feels like, then no wonder he's trying to ram this thing in whatever he can find." A piercing cry escaped her throat as the pendant's vibrations and the sympathetic buzz in her loins intensified to match. She could feel a strange ballooning sensation within her netherlips. Kiera arched her back and cried out with bliss as her cock shifted into its proper shape, gaining a proper head, foreskin, and of course the sack and balls needed to make it a proper cock. Goddesses did it ever feel good, and it still continued to grow. "B-b-big..." she stammered, her thumb and forefinger barely able to meet while wrapped around it. "Far too big." It stretched her panties and hose a goodly way from her body, displaying a rather sizeable tent. Yet still her shaft continued to grow. Kiera growled and wrestled the constricting fabric away from her new manhood. The feeling of precum-slicked silk rubbing against the head of her new member was enough to send her over the edge. A silent scream overcame her as she thrust hard into both hands. She could feel a strange tensing in her new balls, a hot pressure, and then an explosion as her seed spewed from her huge prick in thick, sticky rivulets. It left her panting, gasping, out of breath. But it also made her pussy ache with jealous pangs, as everything else in the general area had gotten attention, save for itself. Kiera grinned, smoothing out her hair, pushing it back behind her ears. Somewhere along the line she'd gained shimmering orange-gold streaks. She rather liked the look, though they looked a bit funny, thin as they were. The new hermaphrodite stuffed her half-hard member back under cover, and pondered the state of things. She needed to get the chocobo out of the house, but she also found herself more than a little curious. It was very friendly towards her, after all, and seemed to be interested in things of a sexual nature. Perhaps she could coax it into having a little more fun that was a bit more mutually satisfying to both of them? She should probably take it out of the house first, though. There were places in the park nearby where people tended to avoid. Places with a little magic of their own that tended to shoo away those who didn't understand the strangeness of Old Aerth. There was a place out there where a girl and her beast would be more than welcome to make love and scream their pleasures. Kiera grinned, that would work perfectly. There was a bit of clothesline in the garage she could use to make a rudimentary leash. Or even better, a bit and bridle. She mmmed softly, wondering what the choco's soft feathers would feel like upon her thighs. The quarter-succubus giggled, she'd been given a body based off of her favorite video game character, and had the series mount mascot appear full sized right before her. It would be silly to send him off without riding him at least once. Chocobos were ridden bareback all the time after all... She nodded; a ride sounded like a wonderful idea. She stood up and was about to go get the clothesline when the kitchen doorknob rattled, the choco having figured out the knob. He walked forward, holding the knob in his beak, tongue used to get it open. It looked at Kiera and warked softly, darting over to her. The quarter-succubus found a questing beak nosing her over, apparently looking for any wounds. "I'm fine, you silly cluck-cluck!" she scolded, hugging the choco's neck. It had apparently heard all the pleasurable sounds she was making and gotten worried. Kiera let out a sigh, snuggling into the beast's soft feathers. The big bird wasn't so bad once you were expecting him, Kiera giggled as his rough, dry tongue caressed her ear. "You're a good boy," the herm cooed at the choco. "Yes you are!" She sighed softly, standing on tip toes so that she could kiss his beak, and to her surprise she found his tongue attempting to press into her mouth, which she allowed. She kissed her choco deeply, backing up slowly as she did so, hopping up onto the table, wrapping her legs around his body. Her pendant vibrated softly, but she couldn't feel any corresponding vibrations in her own body, so it didn't seem like she was being altered. But Kiera was wrong. Her nails, painted ruby red, began to darken, elongating, forming into pointed talons. Her ears altered as well, extending into points, growing smoother, and then gaining a covering of small orange-gold feathers, matching the widening streaks in Kiera's hair. She reached down, widening the rent in her undergarments. Kiera broke the kiss and lay back on the table, grinning at her avian lover. "Okay, big boy, let's see if you can hit the proper opening this time." She giggled, the sound different than normal, with a hint of a bird-like twitter to it. The chocobo was quite eager to comply. -o- Kiera sighed happily as the chocobo's cock sunk slowly into her sex. The great bird was taking his time now, seeming to sense that his rider wanted to have a bit of fun, rather than mere mating. The quarter-succubus wrapped her legs around the choco's broad body as best she could. His straw yellow feathers felt so delightful against her bare skin. She reached up and hugged the bird's long neck, grinding her entire body against him. It felt fantastic, wonderful, just what she needed. But something felt a bit... off. Some instinct tugged at the back of Kiera's mind. There was a way to make this better, but how? The quarter-succubus grinned, pulling herself away from the chocobo, "Just a second, hun," she cooed to her bestial lover, "I have to get in the right position!" She giggled and turned herself over, and sighed with relief and contentment as the beast's cock sunk into her once more. Each of his thrusts forced her to grind her cock against the table beneath her. It also seemed to stimulate additional nerves within her, leftovers from when she lacked her cock. How could she ever have been without such a wonderful appendage? Kiera began to stroke and caress her shaft, pressing back into her lover each time he withdrew, pressing forward against the precum-slicked surface of the table with each buck and thrust. She just adored the feel of her new length, loved how sensitive it was, how different the sensations it gave her from her nearly always aching, throbbing pussy. Her feminine need was like a canyon, the more pleasure she poured into it, the deeper its reserves became, the more she needed to fill it each time. But her cock seemed more like a geyser, pressure building up over time to the result of incredible, explosive release, needing time to build back up again. And explode she did, her hot, thick seed pouring over the table, the jets splattering onto her belly and breasts. A few moments later the chocobo gave voice to his own pleasure, a sound that made Kiera quiver in sympathetic orgasm as her aching femsex finally received what it had been craving for so long. Her cunny hungrily drew out every last drop of seed that it could from the male, the act making the Succubus Stone vibrate rapidly. The moment her lover withdrew, Kiera felt what seemed like her entire midsection quiver with sympathetic vibration to the stone. The pleasure was intense, incredible, she could do nothing save grip the table with one hand, the other frantically pumping up and down upon her still sticky shaft. She wasn't sure what was going on, but Kiera willed it on, delighting in the physical bliss she felt. The muscles of her sex seemed to tighten, gripping harder and harder until they seemed to flow together. It was like an intangible hand had reached within her, clutching her entire womanhood within a massive fist and was compacting it, making it smaller and smaller, yet more and more pleasurable. "No, no, no!" she moaned, feeling her womb vanish to the pendant's changes. With a vast effort of will she pushed herself up, turning over, wanting to rip the pendant from her neck. But it felt so good... she couldn't stop jerking off, "H-help me!" she whispered to the bird, who was watching her with some concern. It seemed to look her over for a moment, down at her cock, and then up at the pendant, then down at her cock again. Kiera let out a shriek that was half frustration and half pleasure as the choco's dry, rough tongue began to lap up the mess Kiera's cum had made upon her body. "Nrrgh! No, bad birdie!" she scolded, grabbing the beast's head with one hand, trying to move it to the pendant. But instead she found herself directing his lickings and caresses. She let out a soft sigh as she felt the hot point of pleasure that had once been her womanhood moving and shifting. The point began to spread out, and Kiera felt her manhood begin to grow again. She let out a soft cry as the choco's tongue curled around it, his beak lowering down over the now shemale's shaft, coaxing Kiera's hand out of the way. The beast had lapped up every drop of cum covering her body, and seemed quite eager to get more directly from the source. Kiera's moans increased in volume the further her shaft sunk into her lover's maw, every moment there seemed to be more to her member than the moment before. It had already looked huge upon her frame, but now it was absolutely enormous. She could feel her balls growing, swelling to match the scale of her growing cock. The shape seemed to be altering also and she could feel the skin at the base of her member moving as well. "Oh stop, stop! STOP DAMMIT!" she growled, but her protests were hollow. Her mind rebelled against what was going on, but her body seemed quite intent on embracing her new gender. Her cock felt great as big as it was, and seemed more sensitive than ever. Her chocobo also seemed to be quite skilled with his tongue and throat; it was all Kiera could do to keep herself from cumming. It seemed like every time she climaxed, something seemed to shift in her mind. She needed to fight to keep herself from... from... Kiera threw her head back, letting out a chocobo-like wark of pleasure as she came. Despite the veritable torrent, her lover sucked down every drop. It felt so good, so perfect. The pleasure from her altered and enlarged member more than made up for the loss of her female genitals. The quarter-succubus grinned, the seemingly never-ending ache of her loins having vanished along with the feminine anatomy that had once resided there. She took a few deep breaths as her cock softened, her lover not letting go until he'd coaxed every last drop he could from the organ. "Mmm... good boy." Kiera whispered, hugging her choco's head against her chest as he finally let her shaft slip from his beak. She recalled faintly that there was something she had been worried about, that she had not wanted to happen, but it had slipped her mind. She slid off the table, sighing and stretching, admiring her altered manhood. The sight made her grin with its beauty. The skin had darkened into a shade of brown-black, and the shape of it matched her beautiful bird's own tapering length. It seemed to be a fair match in size and structure as well, with Kiera's cock slowly sliding back into the sheath that had formed just above her scrotum. How long was she fully erect? Twelve inches? Eighteen? More? She wasn't even sure how large her pet's was, she had grown a bit after all, and her judgment of size was a bit skewed. Kiera moaned softly and cupped her breasts, giving herself a look over. Goddesses, she was sexy. She felt confidant in her body now, confidant in herself. She felt like she had taken on a bit of the chocobo's spirit along with the manhood she had between her legs that mirrored his own. She wanted to go out, find a lover, and fuck. Oh did she ever. She wanted to ram her new shaft into whatever she could coax into accepting it. Kiera grinned, she was going to go out on the town again, and this time she wasn't going to be shy about it. "Mmm... thank you for this, my love." Kiera whispered, hugging her choco around his neck. He nuzzled his beak against her lips and the shemale opened them, accepting her lover's kiss. A moment later she was not merely returning it, but almost hungrily suckling upon his tongue. The faint traces of her own seed were upon it, and it made Kiera crave more. "Is this what I taste like to you, or is all seed like this?" she whispered, lapping a few droplets from the bird's beak. The beast let out a warbling chirp and flapped his wings, resting his chin upon Kiera's shoulder and pushing downwards. "So you want to see too, hmm?" she asked, tickling the choco's neckfeathers. Kiera's mouth was just about watering at the prospect as she dropped to her knees. Much like her own shaft, the choco's was resting within a sheath, but unlike her own manhood, his did not sport a pair of external testes. Reaching back, however, Kiera could feel them just below the sheath's slit. She began to caress them softly with one hand, the other slipping into the sheath to coax out her male's member. The bird needed almost no coaxing to let his member slip outward. It was still slick and sticky with a mixture of his own seed at the last of Kiera's feminine juices. As soon as there was enough to take into her mouth, the quarter-succubus found her lips wrapped around it. There wasn't a second of hesitation to her. Just a few short hours before she would have blushed and been disgusted at the prospect of giving an animal oral sex. Hells, she would probably have shied away outright at oral sex. She was so much more true to herself now than ever before. She was a succubus, and it was a shame it had taken her so long to overcome the limits she had placed upon herself. Her beast's length grew firm as it lengthened, but Kiera had no difficulty taking it into her throat without the slightest discomfort. She did not have the length of neck to take the entire length into her mouth like her choco did, but she made up for the difference with her hands, stroking and caressing the base of the bestial member. She could taste herself on her lover's member once more, and once more it drove on her own hunger. Was this the hunger her mother often spoke of, the need to feed from a male that she had to go out and sate so often, or was it something else entirely? She could nearly feel the beast's pleasure, could sense the way he tensed when she did something he enjoyed. Kiera pulled back, teasing the bird's cocktip with her tongue. Her pendant began to vibrate faintly, imperceptibly. She didn't notice the warm tingle that spread over her tongue, so occupied was she with the delicious taste of the choco's precum. Her tongue began to lengthen, its texture shifting to match that of the beast before her. Kiera didn't notice the change, though she did notice that her bird was enjoying himself more as she looped it around his shaft, dragging the roughness over the most sensitive areas. She stroked her choco's shaft with ruby-painted talons, not having noticed their alteration. Nor did she notice that her hair had changed, nearly half of it a shade of orange-gold, the streaks that had been in it before now matching the amount of raven's wing black that she had gained from her first transformation. The pendant was not simply responding to seed anymore, the precum was enough to further her transformation. The chocobo warked happily and leaned down, his beak and dexterous tongue helping to remove the torn and tattered pantyhose. Her toes had not transformed as far as her fingers, only sporting short, blunt claws, that stuck out through the ends of her spaghetti strap heels, though the skin was beginning to darken, taking on the same brown-black shade as her shaft. As soon as Kiera's flesh was exposed, small feathers began pushing out around her knees, her wrists, and her elbows. They were more yellow than the orange-gold of her hair, but still a touch more red-hued than those of her male. Once more Kiera failed to notice her changes. She found herself growing half hard as she continued to suckle hungrily upon the beast's cock. She reached up to brush a few stray hairs from her face and felt her new feathers brush against her cheek. Kiera opened her eyes to look at the oddity, but her attention was immediately drawn away by the sudden tide of seed that flooded her mouth. She tried to swallow as much as she could, but for every mouthful she got down, another two or three dribbled down her front. It made her pendant virtually throb and thrum. Kiera moaned as her body began to alter once more, the changes more intense than anything she'd experienced thus far. She felt the power cascade down her spine, centering at the base. She could feel pressure building within, but her attention was more focused on the other area of change. The quarter-succubus felt a little dizzy as her entire head nearly seemed to resonate with the pendant. She closed her eyes, her long, rough tongue instinctively gathering the drops of seed that it could. She whimpered softly as her lover pulled away from her to allow her to change. She couldn't see the change, only feel and hear it as bones popped and muscles stretched and contracted. The skin from her nose to her chin turned numb and stiff. It seemed to grow tighter and tighter until it pressed against her teeth, and then merged with them. The inward motion quickly turned into an outward direction and Kiera could see her new beak extending. It was more brown than black, a bit lighter than the other areas of her body that had begun to alter. She could feel herself grinning, enjoying the alteration to her face. Kiera didn't really mind the changes any longer. Every one of them seemed to result in her pleasure growing, her mind becoming more free and unrestrained, just like a proper succubus ought to. Her beak parted as she let out a soft sigh, a thick fan of tail feathers sprouting from just above her rump. The increasingly chocobo-like shemale stood, looking back at her beautiful yellow-orange feathers and giggled, the sound a bird-like twitter. She ran her fingers over them, experimented with new muscles to move them around. "I have a built in cabaret girl decoration!" she giggled to her lover, nosing her beak against his. They kissed once more, and though the action brought further heat and hardness to Kiera's loins, she shook her head and gently pushed him away. "No can do, hun, I need to take a shower to wash all this off. Then I'm going to get dressed up for a night on the town. Though I bet you can come with me." She stroked his back, pressing up against his large, powerful form, "I bet you'd just love to go for a ride, stretch your legs, go for a nice long run..." The choco warked happily and bobbed his head, "Great! I knew you'd understand!" Kiera said, giving her lover a gentle like on his cheek. She blushed a bit as she turned away, her manhood fully erect and throbbing. It wasn't anywhere near as bad as her feminine longing could get, but it was something that she would have to deal with. "In the shower," she said to herself as she walked to her mother's room, she needed to find a nice outfit that suited her. Something to complement her mix of avian and Asian looks. She dripped chocobo-seed wherever she went, but she didn't care. The scent that spread from the droplets made her feel happy, contended, comfortable. It took her a few moments to gather what she was going to wear, wrapped in a towel so as not to get them dirty. Kiera giggles as she stripped off the stained and ripped remnants of her clothes from earlier in the evening. She looked at herself in the mirror and gasped at the sight. She had yet to see herself fully after the chocobo alterations had taken hold. The image in the mirror both startled and aroused her. She wasn't sure how exactly she had changed so much without noticing, but she also found that the alterations made her look... sexier. She blushed, her fans of tailfeathers puffing out as she stepped into the shower. She turned on the water, moaning as the warm spray caressed her cock. Kiera licked the edge of her beak, one hand reaching for the soap, the other one curling around her cock. There was so much she wanted to do with herself, but so little time before the clubs closed. She had looked at the time and was shocked at how late into the night it had grown. She began to spread slick suds over her aching shaft, the sensations making her shudder. Just a little masturbation wouldn't hurt; she could fit that in to the schedule... -o- The choco-shemale sighed as the hot water washed over her, seeming to caress her overly sensitive body. Her aching member could be ignored for a few moments so that she could properly shampoo her hair and feathers. It took so much more time than usual to lather up her thick mane of black and gold hair, and even more to get her feathers soaped up. Kiera blinked as she looked down to discover that she wasn't quite done undressing, she'd left her heels on. She found that it was more comfortable to walk with her heel elevated. It felt so natural that she hadn't really felt any reason to remove her shoes. She continued to stare at them, her tongue tracing over the edges of her beak, admiring the ruby red talons upon her toes and how they matched perfectly with the red of the heels. Something seemed a bit off and she tried to puzzle it out as she let the suds soak. With her hands no longer occupied with the task, they immediately began to wander to her breasts and loins. Goddesses did her feet every look sexy in the strapped heels. But hadn't the alterations to her outfit come with a pair of knee-high platform heels? There hadn't been any straps involved, and the boots were rather solid. But the ones she was wearing were more ethereal, more classy, and yet more sluttish at the same time. She shivered, a thick gout of precum oozing from her shaft, slickening the length as it oozed down. Kiera found her hand going from her breast to her balls, rubbing and caressing them, delighting in the oddly smooth skin of that particular area, the motion reminded her of her frantic pawings at herself that she had to endure where she was fully female. It was so weird, so completely totally weird that she felt more natural with a huge animal cock between her legs than her the pussy she'd been born with. Despite herself, Kiera had found each alteration something fun and interesting, even if she'd been a bit reprehensive about everything at first. Now that Kiera thought about it, she'd been hesitatant to outright terrified at nearly everything that had come along during the evening. Everything after her alteration from tiny teen to gorgeous goddess had been something that she had resisted or been disgusted by to some degree, only for it to sink in as something not to worry about a few moments later. It wasn't merely her body being changed, but her mind. Was this something normal? Did a succubus' mind change along with her body? Funny that she'd never asked that before. It sounded like something that could easily happen, but it seemed to be something her mother would have warned her about if it had happened. Or maybe it was something that only some succubi did, and her mother had no idea about it, since she never experienced it? Mmm... it was so hard to focus with such wonderful pleasure rushing over her. Kiera found herself distracted by mental images of cute girls that she had seen on her earlier trip, but hadn't been able to work up the nerve to talk to. But now? Now she felt more wild, more free. She wouldn't mind fucking a girl right in the middle of the dance floor. Or a guy. Kiera let out a warbling sound that was half bird noise and half moan. The thought had been accompanied by a wave of pleasure unlike any other. Her pendant had even vibrated a little as she thought about it, the powerful fantasy feeding into the stone. Kiera giggled, absently covering her beak with one sticky, precum-covered hand. Her beak, she had acquired that when she'd sucked off her sexy choco. She could still feel the faint warmth of his seed within her belly. Wait, she'd gained a beak with oral, she'd lost her womanhood with vaginal, and she'd gained a cock when the beast had cum in her the first time. Sex with him seemed to change her body. The stone continued to vibrant, almost a constant hum now. It felt different now, not like before. Before it had set up sympathetic vibrations within Kiera's body where the changes were taking place, but now it seemed to fold around her like an embrace, coaxing with gentle touches here and there, though there was always a touch upon her loins. An ethereal hand just inside her shaft where it could caress cock and balls alike. She could feel the heat of her lover's seed fading, the heat seeping into her veins. She let out a soft moan as a surge of pleasure accompanied some sudden pops from her body. Her chest and legs were shifting a bit, and she wasn't sure what the purpose was. She was just fine as she was, anything further really wasn't needed. She was supposed to be satisfying the lusts of several people, not merely one silly beast. Her mind drifted from her changing body to her pleasures once more. She imagined herself in the men's bathroom at the club, a cute guy bent over the sink. Not traditional definitions of cute, the boy she imagined somewhat androgynous, dressed in clothes that would most certainly be considered girlish. A boy spelled with an I. 'Boi' was a word she'd thought of in the weird world of Terra Unita, since all the girly girls seemed to spell their names with an I rather than a Y or an IE. Kelli, Stephani, Tammi, Traci, Sandi, that sort of thing. It was the sort of word that you'd always dot the 'I' with a heart in order to write properly. She thought of his boots, platformed heels like her own, panties beneath a leather miniskirt, skin tight tube top, well-styled hair, colored lipstick and eyeshadow; the perfect masculine counterpart to herself, just a touch on the other side of the gender spectrum. Kiera was a girl with more than a little guy to her, and she craved a guy with more than a bit of girl to him, but still on the side of masculine. She could just imagine her heavy, bestial cock ramming into the boi's tight ass. The thought of her new member brought her back to the subject of her transformation, and she focused on it. She felt herself growing, several inches being added onto her already amazon-esque frame. She felt her chest pushing outwards a bit, accentuating her bust to almost ludicrous levels. Though at the thought the pendant seemed to glow for a moment, and Kiera's plentiful bust shrunk a bit to match the outgrowth of her more avian chest structure. It pleased her to have her assets about the same as they were before. It felt good to be more chocobo-like. Kiera could feel intense changes in her legs. She released a drawn out 'wark' as she felt her hips swelling, the muscles growing, better suited to a running bird than a biped. But it simultaneously made her look a bit more feminine, which she also liked. She loved being the strange, in-between gender than she'd become. An avian twitter left her beak as she realized that she was, essentially, a boy right now. Sure, she had the general look of a woman to her, but she was lacking the bits that really counted. That thought sent a huge rush of pleasure through Kiera; she let out a soft cry and dropped onto her feathered rump, her transforming legs in an in-between state unable to support her.. The changes didn't hurt, but they were more than she wanted. She could feel the skin upon her legs from the knees down forming into scales, hard and rough. She looked over her cock to see long red talons extending from the ends of her shoes, shoes that seemed to be altering to fit her increasingly bird-like feet. Kiera watched in fascination as her toes and talons merged. They seemed to flow like liquid, five becoming four, the smallest absorbed by the one next to it, and then four becoming two. They were heavy, thick things, and shouldn't be thought of as pretty at all. But Kiera felt like she was being made even sexier. A strange, dirty thought entered Kiera's mind, and it made her blush. Her legs continued to change and alter, her toes growing longer, her heel elongating, gaining a talon of its own, transformed into a third toe. She clenched her beak tightly, trying to avoid the temptation, but the idea was so strange and perverse she found it next to impossibly to resist. She found her fingers moving away from her cock, unfastening the straps on her shoes, tossing them out of the shower. She didn't need them to walk naturally anymore, she would walk like a bird on her own. "No," she whispered, trying to stop herself, "I don't want to do this. I don't want to accept being a beast like this. I... I..." She closed her eyes as her dexterous avian feet flexed new muscles, tightening around her massive length. The sensation drowned all of Kiera's resistance in a sea of texture-induced pleasure. Her chocobo feet were so much more useful than they'd ever been being human. They felt so good, and there was so much cock for her to jerk off. Both hands and both feet didn't even cover it. It felt so good to give into what her body wanted, it always rewarded her with greater and greater physical pleasure. Kiera through her head back and let loose with a climactic shriek of bliss that she thought would shatter the glass doors of the shower for sure. But thankfully that wasn't the case. Instead of shatter she got splatter, her thick seed splattering all over the doors, walls, and ceiling of the shower. It was an incredible amount, with incredible intensity. Each climax Kiera seemed to experience was greater than the last, and she almost wanted to rub out another one in the shower. She shook her head and chirped merrily, standing up on her new legs. Everything seemed to have been pulled upward, her feathers that had once been around her knees now were placed somewhere around mid thigh. Or what used to be mid thigh, she wasn't sure what exactly was where on her half-human half-chocobo legs. She could feel the tickle of new feathers growing in, forming what looked rather like a pair of feathered shorts. She could feel them spreading over her arms, and down onto her cheeks and neck. Kiera giggled and slicked her hair back, thankful none of her seed had gotten into it. There seemed to be less than before, had she truly grown that much larger, or had she lost several inches of hair? It didn't matter much as she tucked it behind her ears, smooth and elven, covered in tiny feathers, she absolutely adored them. The shemale tilted her head up, opening her beak, and than leaning back to swallow a big gulp of hot water, and than another. Her mouth felt dry, her tongue a bit thick. Not too surprising, prolonged arousal always gave her cottonmouth. She began to shampoo her hair and feathers once more, giggling as she looked over her generous bust and broad hips. "I'm just about the sexiest guy ever." She said to herself with a giggle, her beak and thicker tongue slurring her words more than a bit, but Kiera didn't notice. She took another big gulp of water as she began to lather up the areas of her body that were still bereft of feathers. Most of her face, of course, the front of her neck, her breasts, shoulders, most of her back, her belly, and of course her altered legs. She did have a small tuft of feathers that had appeared between her breasts. Once more she giggled, enjoying the alterations. She opened her eyes, unable to see that the orange flecks within them had vanished, their brilliant red hue having dimmed to a shade of red-brown. Kiera cupped her breasts and continued to giggle, "Nah, I'm not a guy. I'm the most well-endowed girl ever. In... umm..." she grasped for a word that she'd known before, but she couldn't quite get the hang of. It was on the tip of her beak, but she couldn't quite get it out. That merely made her twitter and chirp some more. -o- After a few minutes of lathering, rinsing, and applying conditioner, Kiera slipped out of the shower, feeling relaxed and refreshed. Her cock wasn't aching in the slightest and had retracted most of the way into her sheath, though it did look a little bit redder than before. Maybe due to the blood supply or something? Meh, it didn't matter. It just felt good. Kiera gave her reflection a birdie grin, admiring the beautiful red of her bill. Had it been red before? Or had she painted it up that way, to make it match the sexy red of her talons? She toweled off as best she good and then set the hair dryer to work fluffing up her soggy feathers. She giggled as some unexpected help began to aid her with the feathers. Her lover had opened the door to the bathroom, though Kiera could've sworn she locked it. He nibbled at her tail feathers, helping to get them spread out and properly aligned. The quarter-succubus felt a little funny after her incredible climax, almost like she was intoxicated. "I'm not as think as I drunk you are!" she giggled to her choco, who looked at her with a side-tilted head and warked happily. He seemed like a rather intelligent animal, grabbing things that Kiera pointed to with his beak and bringing them to her. He also seemed to realize that she was getting dressed up and that they were going out, as for the first time he seemed to have absolutely no interest in anything of a sexual nature. The shemale choco ran her tongue over her beak edges once more, pleasant images coming to mind. She made a small curtsy as the choco handed her a pair of elegant black shoes, "Thank you, my noble gentleman, but these too small for me. Wherever did you get them?" she scolded, placing them behind her on the counter, exactly where the beast had gotten them from. Kiera hopped up onto the counter, kneeling so that she could be face to face with her lover. She nuzzled her beak against his, turning her head and parting her ruby red beak to allow her mate's tongue to toy with hers for a loving kiss. She sighed happily, pressing up against his soft, warm feathers. "I just love being with you." She murmured softly, "I think after I find myself a nice chicky to fill my ass at the club, I'll lure her out back and maybe we can both fuck her." The shemale blinked, "No, I'm going to fill her ass. Or... something..." something seemed a bit off about the way she'd phrased that. There was a cock and an ass involved, but Kiera couldn't quite reconcile which pieces were going where, nor was she able to put her talon on why exactly that sounded funny. She liked girls; after all, she knew that. She wasn't interested in sex with boys in the slightest. She chirped happily as her mate caressed her neckfeathers with his tongue, "Right! Getting dressed!" she said pleasantly, reaching for the shoes she'd placed on the counter. "See?" she said to the choco, the shoes she had now more a series of straps and braces with a platform on the bottom than human shoes. After all, she couldn't wear human shoes, but these shoes would allow her to have the look and feel of platform heels with her wonderfully talented avian feet. Kiera felt a pleasured shiver go through her body at the thought of jacking off with her feet again. She hopped down from the counter, taking a few experimental steps before doing a little dance and swaying her hips, "I'm just a sexy boi," she sang, "Sexy boi! I'm not your boi toy! Boi toy!" she giggled, wrapping her arms around her lover's neck, "Or am I? she said, full on laughing. "I've got a nice big cock and no vajayjay after all. But I've got nice big penguins!" that didn't seem quite right. Another kind of bird, "Robins! Wark! No, wait boobies! Tits! Knockers! Those aren't birds though." She explained to her beautiful bird. Kiera tried to whistle as she began to style her hair, but found it rather difficult without lips. Her pendant throbbed gently and the choco-shemale cleared her throat, dislodging the bit of whatever that had made her song impossible. "Kweh! Bobby pins!" she said to her mate, pointing with a red talon. A few moments later she had her hair, now more gold than black, done up in a perfect French twist, "Hmm, it needs a little bit..." her words trailed off into meaningless chirps and twitters, "Mom has a whole bunch, let's go find some!" The chocobo nodded his head happily and followed the nude save for her shoes Kiera into her mother's bedroom. She had all sorts of wonderful jewelery. Some of it would go very well with her yellow and gold coloration. Like the gold and turquoise bracelets that her mate was nosing at. "No, I think those might be a bit too expensive. Mom might get upset if I wear those." Kiera protested. Her pendant vibrated softly, sending a shiver of pleasure through her, making the shemale's member begin to grow erect. She blushed, relishing the thought of being naughty and disobedient. With a chirping giggle she began to don the items. Bracelets, a collar-like necklace, wonderfully dangly earrings, as well as several other items. Kiera's lover grabbed a few in his beak and dropped down, warking softly and nibbling on her legs. "Good idea!" the shemale said, placing them upon her avian legs. They didn't quite fit at first, not wanting to stay in place. But Kiera quickly found the proper way to position them, and then it was like they had been made specifically to adorn her gorgeous avian body. "Kweh! Good to go!" she said, and began walking towards the door, only to find a feathered barricade in her way. She looked at her lover with a look of bafflement. The chocobo leaned down and ran his tongue over Kiera's bare breast, shaking his head. It was enough to make her feathers fluff in a terribly shamed blush. How had she almost forgotten her dress? She'd almost gone out into public completely and utterly in the nude! How shameful. But it also felt... so natural. "Thanks for reminding me!" Kiera giggled, darting off into the bathroom. She nearly moaned as she slid into her dress. It clung to her with wonderful tightness, showing off all her curves, and a great deal of skin and feathers. She admired the way it held tight to her rump, almost a second skin, while still allowing her tailfeathers an exit to be displayed and shown off, instead of cramped. "Goddesses, I look sexy." She murmured softly, blushing as she found herself further aroused by her own reflection. At the same time it seemed hard to reconcile the image in the mirror with Kiera's own picturing of herself, but also that she couldn't possibly imagine being any different. Well, maybe a little different. She was absolutely gorgeous, though she could see places for improvement. Her breasts looked a bit too big on her, how had she ever thought that being so big and bulky was sexy? The mix of skin and feathers seemed a bit... odd. It made her look uneven and incomplete. But still, it made her look wonderfully exotic, especially coupled with her earlier changes. She still had aspects of the statuesque Asian amazon that she had desired to be earlier in the evening. But looking back on it, that fantasy seemed awkward somehow. She hadn't even wanted a cock with that body. How could she have ever been without such a beautiful organ? All smooth and round and sensual, and so useful too. You could put a cock just about anywhere, into just about anything, and it would work. You could make it feel so wonderful with just your hands. The wonderfully explosive climaxes satisfied her like nothing ever had before. She'd crammed just about everything into her pussy at one time or another, and it all felt the same, all leading to the same disappointing result. But this? This was so much better. She couldn't wait to try it out properly, to ram it into some cute guy's ass or have him wrap his lips around it. Kiera let out a soft moan as the image filled her mind and she blushed as her obvious erection showed through the tight, sleek, black fabric of her dress. Her large, bestial cock could clearly be seen as it grew to full arousal, somewhere in the general vicinity of her navel. It tugged the dress's skirt tight against her loins, showing off her equally large balls. "Oh... oh my..." she whispered, seeing the wetness of her precum further darken the fabric. Her body wanted sex, but it seemed... subdued. For the first time Kiera's desire felt like something manageable, like something she could ignore. It was a bit annoying, true, it would indeed feel really good to deal with it. But as the shemale turned from the mirror she found her arousal actually fading. It had never done that before, not without a lot of effort. It felt really, really nice to be able to control her desires, rather than letting them control her. Though the sensations of her cock against the bare skin of her belly and the slick fabric of the dress was a bit distracting as Kiera walked, she found that just standing around and taking deep breaths, thinking about riding her wonderful mate to the club, rather than him riding her in a rather fun way, helped to soften her shaft, to make it retreat back into her sheath. She absently nibbled on some food that she must've left out earlier. The thick leafy fern atop the entertainment center was absolutely delicious. She shuddered as her pendant began to vibrate once more, her cock's flagging erection immediately doing an about face as Kiera made a meal of the fern. She let out a soft "Wark!" as she devoured the plant, not knowing why it fuelled her arousal. The shemale turned her head, looking around for her lover, but sadly finding him not around. She hoped he wasn't tearing up her mom's bedroom. So she would have to tend to her hard-on by herself, without the added fun of her mate's cock stuffed into her rear. The very thought of it made her let out a soft squawk of longing. Kiera wrestled with her shaft, trying to get it free from her tight, slinky dress. The sheer amount of thick, gooey precum that leaked from her member made the inside of her dress sticky, and the outside dark and stained. But that only excited her further, made her pendant grow warmer. Making a mess didn't really matter. Goddesses was her cock ever gorgeous, red-brown, bestial, glistening with pre-cum. It made her mouth water. Or was that her beak? She giggled at the oddity and the idle thought. Could she actually get it in her mouth? It was absolutely massive, and with her avian bill, her reach was quite bit longer than it was when she'd been fully human. There was a pretty good chance, and she was probably pretty flexible... The shemale couldn't help it. She bent down, raising one leg as she did so, not realizing how bird-like it was. The half-chocobo bent down, opening her beak wide, her hands wrapped around her shaft to guide it in, and then... absolute bliss. How could she ever have been without her wonderful cock? There was no reason in the world to ever go back to being fully female like she had been. This was so easy, so much fun, and felt so good. Her long, rough tongue easily curled around her length, the dexterous muscle coaxing mouthfuls of sweet pre from her manhood. Heh, 'her' manhood. It would be so much easier to think of herself as male, aside from her breasts and a bit of feminine shape to her, Kiera didn't really have much in the way of femininity, aside from the way she dressed. It felt so good to imagine herself as even more masculine, without breasts entirely, just her broad avian chest, giving the illusion of cleavage. Goddesses, that would be so sexy. Seducing cute boys thinking that she was a girl, whipping out her huge, thick cock that would dwarf theirs, sucking their dicks, letting them pound her ass, and then coaxing them into letting her do the same. The very thought of it turned her on more than anything ever had in her entire life. She'd be a sexy boi, seducing other males, coaxing them into girl's clothes, into girlish attitudes and behaviors. It felt oh so deliciously deviant. She wanted to, she wanted to so very, very badly. Images flashed though her head of her male classmates, the cute ones, given a bit of a magical coaxing towards a more feminine shape, dressed up in sexy schoolgirl uniforms, their hair grown out long, eyeshadow, nail polish, and lipstick applied. Or what about the other way? The other girls at school overrun with succubus magic, made to abandon their womanhood in favor of a huge, throbbing cock between their legs? A strange, selfish feeling came over Kiera and she rejected the idea. No, she didn't want to share the strange, special thing she had with anyone. Especially not another girl. She wasn't really interested in them, boys where so much more interesting, so much more fun. Especially when Kiera could coax them into becoming bois, like herself. Himself. Whatever. The image of a half dozen feminized classmate as cock-hungry pets, dressed up in platform heels and sexy outfits, that was the image that filled Kiera's mind as her fantasy. But in order to do it she'd need to change herself a bit further. The Succubus Stone, now attached to the turquoise and gold collar, almost like a tag of ownership, felt red hot against her skin, heightening her pleasure incredibly at the thought. Kiera let out a muffled avian cry of pleasure as she climax, her own hot and sticky seed flooding her beak, dipping out onto her dress, making a terrible mess beneath her. She stood fully upright, jacking herself off rapidly, the Stone drawing out her climax wonderfully, rewarding her for such erotic and deviant desires. The dress was in all likelihood ruined, as soaked in cum as it was. But the chocobo shemale paid no mind to it, nor to the thick streams and splatters on the wall, the furniture, and the carpet. She didn't want to be a girl anymore, not in the slightest. She was fantasizing about being a sexy, beautiful boi, and in order to do that she needed to have a bit of fun with her mate. The Stone grew hotter still, stirring her passions to boiling as she imagined introducing her bois to her beautiful bird, letting him fuck them, changing them into hot, feathered beauties like herself. Oh that was even sexier still, the thought of her own flock of slutty choco-bois. Kiera warked happily as she headed back towards her mother's bedroom, looking for her lover to help make her fantasy a reality. -o- Kiera giggle-chirped at the mess her mate had made in her mother's room. He'd yanked all the blankets off the bed, tossed them back on, and added additional blankets and bedsheets from the hall linen closet to make himself a rather comfortable nest. He warked happily at Kiera and stood, nuzzling her with his beak. The chocoboi could already sense that his... her... mate was already growing aroused and he seemed to know what she had in mind. "Just a..." Kiera trailed off into feral sounds for a moment, "...bit." she finished, not wanting him to mess up her dress. The shemale couldn't believe she was already erect once again. She let out a soft moan as she hiked up her dress, slipping into the bed beneath her mate. Had she put on panties with her outfit? She couldn't quite recall, she'd thought she did. It was sexier to her than going out on the town without them. After all, how mouth-wateringly delightful was it to tug up your dance partner's skirt only to find an erect, throbbing shaft concealed within a pair of girl's panties? She didn't remember if she'd put any on, but she couldn't recall having taken them off either. She felt her body begin to change even before her male entered her. Just a few drops of his precum seemed enough to trigger her further transformation. The sensations were so intense, so wonderful, Kiera found herself completely caught up in them, not even noticing the sensation of the beautiful beast slipping his shaft inside of her. The chocoboi was growing again, Kiera felt him... herself gaining height and mass, and yet she felt... lighter in some respects, her bones becoming hollow, avian, even as they grew. She felt a tickle that made her twitter with giggles as feathers emerged from her skin, all at once this time, rather than a slow spread like they were before. She felt her arms beginning to ache a little bit, her hands especially. Kiera watched over her beak in fascination as the feathers on her forearms grew larger, much larger. Still, despite her transformation, her dress and shoes still fit comfortably, the magic of the pendant allowing them to fit the more avian body that she was gaining by the minute. She almost felt disappointed that her cock wasn't growing anymore, it seemed that the changes had added that first and gotten it to full size with the intent of her growing into it as her transformation progressed. No, his transformation. Kiera blushed as she felt her ribcage pressing outward even further, soft breast tissue giving way to the strong wing muscles that could potentially provide flight. The chocoboi giggled at the idea, he was slightly goldish, but his feathers lacked the tell-tale metallic gleam that would assure that he could fly. The girly-boi closed his eyes, basking in the dual pleasures of a body continuing to change, as well as his mate slamming into his rump, forcing his own shaft to thrust against the bedcovers. The soft silken sheets felt absolutely delightful. Kiera gripped the covers with his wings... hands, each thrust coaxing a pleasured wark from his increasingly avian throat. Mmm... it felt good to be like this, not quite human, not quite beast, but rather something in between. Just like it felt good to be not quite female, but about as close as a guy could get. He felt thoughts of the club slipping away, why bother going out to find people to fuck when he had all the fucking he wanted right here? His mate seemed almost insatiable, and Kiera longed to explore his fully male form, as well as explore his lover's body. How did one go about coaxing a choco into letting you mount them? The boi felt the power of the transformation fading, its job done, allowing him to relax and purely enjoy the sensation of lovemaking with his mate. He turned his long neck back, nuzzling the larger male's chest, coaxing him into a kiss. It was a moment of sheer perfect bliss. He felt the choco tense, his climax readying just as Kiera reached the peak of his own pleasure. The climax was so intense it brought sensations of bright light and strange noise with it. Kiera warked happily as his balls emptied themselves, a huge puddle spreading over the bed beneath him. It took several moments to realize that the bright light was the overhead light having been flipped on, and the strange noises were the sounds of unfamiliar laughter. The chocoboi blinked and turned his head towards the source of the sound. Apple green hair, tanned skin, lips tinted a metallic shade of the same green. Kiera's eyes widened at the sight of his... her mother standing in the doorway. It was like a bubble had been popped, and only now did she truly realize what she was doing. Her... his... she wasn't sure if she ought to be a boy or a girl, feathers fluffed in a shamed blush. She was having sex. With an animal. On her mother's bed. Turned halfway into said animal and male to boot. "Oh you naughty, naughty girl." Paige managed between giggles, "It's about time!" She was grinning from ear to ear, but Kiera couldn't figure out why. For some reason it was kind of hard to think. It had been kind of hard to think for awhile now. How long ago had it started? When had her mind shifted from its normal place to the strange fantasies and desires she had now? She was interested in girls, she remembered. She had never been interested in guys at all, but now... Now she couldn't imagine having sex with a girl. At the very least her lover would need to have a cock of some sort. The bigger the better. Like on her beautiful bird. She fluffed up more and tried to bury her face in the covers as she realized that she'd been fucking an animal all night long, and had even begun to think of him as her lover and mate. And yet... what was so wrong with that? It felt good to have a close, intimate companion, especially one whose sex drive matched her own. Kiera tried to bury herself in the covers out of shame as she realized that she was being turned on once again, entirely because she was right in front of her mother with a huge bird cock crammed up her ass. "Oh no, no!" Paige said softly, coming over to the bed. Kiera warked softly as the half-succubus ran her fingers through Kiera's short, almost entirely golden hair. "Don't worry, there's nothing to be ashamed of, sweetie!" Her mother's voice had a different tone to it than Kiera was used to. She sounded... different, happy, and... oddly proud. She coaxed Kiera's head up out of the covers, her lavender gaze enticing, bewitching. The chocoboi opened her beak to say something, but instead she found her mother's tongue meeting her own. The kiss was electric, sending a thrill through Kiera, and she found herself instantly erect again. Despite herself, her weird mental alterations to not find girls at all attractive, she found herself turned on tremendously by her mother. She was left gasping for air once the kiss was broken, her bestial member painfully hard. Whatever words that came to mind vanished as her mate pulled away, the sensation making the chocoboi cry out. He yawned and hopped off of the bed, admiring one of the potted plants in the corner of the bedroom. "You're a very pretty birdie, Kiera." Paige purred. Kiera looked at the half-succubus with wide, confused eyes. She tried to form words, but found that her throat, tongue, and beak didn't really want to cooperate. All she managed was a questioning "Kweh?" "We can take on our lover's fantasies, my dear. The more we please one individual, the more out bodies have the potential to change even further to what out lovers desire. It can be overwhelming, especially the first time." She grinned and ran her thumb over Kiera's gold and turquoise collar and then gave a flick to the stone that hung from it. "Especially when naughty girls can't wait for their powers to blossom and have them turbocharged by this silly, hungry rock. It's a neat little gem, but it has something akin to a mind of its own. Fantasies and preferences of the succubus that made it seeping in. If you don't know how to protect your mind, little birdie, the stone can swoop right in and make itself a nest in there." Somehow Kiera had been coaxed onto her back and she shivered as her mother brushed her fingertips over her daughter's bestial length, the merest touch making the organ erupt with a torrent of precum that splattered all over Kiera. Paige clicked her tongue, "Such a messy little canary." She teased, leaning down and dragging her tongue over her daughter's hard-on. The half-succubus wrapped one delicate hand around Kiera's monster member and slowly began to stroke. "I know you've been dreaming about this day, the day you get your powers and can join the ranks of the Sisterhood. Just calm down, relax, don't fight it. You want him to fuck you now, don't you? Even though you know that there's only one or two times left before he turns you into a complete and utter animal." Kiera closed her eyes and found herself nodding, reluctantly. Even now she longed to have her mate's cock buried in her ass, or stuffed into her beak. The fantasies of it were so vivid, the reassuring weight of him atop her, his soft feathers against her own, the gentle nibbles as he groom her. "Don't be ashamed, just admit it, dear. You want to be an animal, and not just any animal. You want to be his little girlyboy fucktoy, don't you?" the succumbs whispered, picking up the pace on Kiera's cock. "Say it." Kiera opened her beak, but no words came out, her body no longer capable of voicing them. But the intent came through all the same. She knew what would happen to her, her mind continuing to fog until she was little more than a complete and total animal. But that didn't seem so bad, and the more her cock was stroked, the more Kiera found herself okay with it. "Yeah, you want to be a dumb animal, don't you?" Paige said with a giggle, "Silly. But I just want to make sure that my little girl grows up to be happy, even if it is as a great big gay bird." She teased. "Don't be afraid." She whispered, "Just let it happen. Take all the parts of your mind that are human and pack them up, put them in a box. You're not going to need them for awhile. If your own true powers never develop, you might not ever need them again." Kiera panted, her foggy mind awash with thoughts of panic, of potential resistance. Suddenly she found herself spun over, with Paige beneath her. The succubus holding Kiera's cock just shy of her own sex. "You've got two options, my sweet," she purred, "Option one is that you turn away from this, we take that naughty gem away and we find you some nice girlfriends to fuck to get you back sort of like you used to be. Things stop right here and there's no more monkey business with you, me, or Big Bird's well-hung brother over there." "Option two is more of a subset of options, really. You shove that sexy bird-dick into me. You're a male now, and a little bit of fun with you would do wonders to fulfill my appetite. That could mean, of course, that you're already too far gone in the head to realize what you're doing, that all you want it pleasure." "But then again it might be because you want to try your luck with that silly rock, to see if you have the potential to be like your mommy, a proper succubus. That's what the stone is for, you see. It's a test for new Sisters. If you can't escape it, you don't have the power or the will to be one of us." Paige's foggy mind parted for one moment to allow one clear thought. She closed her eyes and nodded, letting out a soft wark as her cock slipped into her mother's depths. "Or it could be that you're not quite too far gone, but you just love sex with your new mate too much to stop. I think it's cute, I leave you alone for one night and I walk in on you and your feathered... mmm... lover." The chocoboi found Paige's words less and less understandable, but she... no, he didn't care. This was something Kiera had to do. For all his life he'd wanted the power that had been used tonight. If he couldn't overcome it, than he wasn't meant to have it. He smiled as he heard Paige whistle, felt the bed shift as his mate climbed up onto it. Even if he couldn't overcome the stone, things wouldn't be so bad. Not bad at all. He was going to end up with two people... well one person and one chocobo, that loved him dearly. Paige would make sure he was taken care of, even if he did completely and utterly become a beast. Kiera smiled as he felt his mother tug up his dress, pushing up his tailfeathers to help his mate to enter him once more. He did as his mother instructed, wrapping up all the human concerns in his mind and setting them aside. The stone needed no climaxes to capitalize on pure will, and the chocoboi found his body suffused with a transformation unlike any other. It felt like water being poured into him, more than poured, pumped with the force of a fire hose. Bones popped and cracked as the humanity faded from them, muscles swelling and stretching as they raced to become those of a near quarter-ton running machine, rather than a svelte, girlish chocoboi. Kiera panted as his body grew and grew, pleasures unimagined building deeper within him than the mere physical. This was fulfillment of something mental, something spiritual. The former female looked at his reflection in the mirror over the bed, watching his dress change from a slinky black evening gown into a set of straps and saddle, equally elegant, but more suited to his new body. That brought a grin of sorts to his beak face. He watched as his feathered ears faded away beneath feathers, the last of his short hair turning gold, and then vanishing entirely beneath yellow and white feathers. The last of his human features faded, the red of his beak fading, the purple eyeshadow vanishing as well. The only trace there had ever been something human being the bit of an Asiatic slant to the eyes. Kiera warked in surprise as his neck was seized, his beak brought down to meet his mother's mouth, "Give mommy a kiss before you fill her up, pretty birdie..." Paige whispered. The chocobo's body tensed and there was a brief thought... a thought that soon vanished in a sea of instinct and sensation. The pleasured cries of two fully grown male chocobos and one half-human half-demon rattled the windows. And then there were no more thoughts. -o- Paige sighed contentedly as she coaxed the two huge birds to withdraw. Both chocobos nuzzled her happily, nibbling on her hair and trying to groom non-existent feathers with their tongues. The succubus let out a contended sigh of pleasure as she snuggled up against her former daughter. "Mommy hasn't had that much fun in years, Kiera." She whispered to the yawning bird, "It would be a shame to let all the fun go to waste, especially now that you don't need... ow!" Paige found herself with a nipped hand as she tried to retrieve the Succubus Stone from Kiera's collar. She chuckled and patted the smaller chocobo's cheek, "Okay, okay, I'm not going to take your pretties. They're yours." Kiera warked happily and lowered his head, tucking it beneath one wing. Paige soon found herself sandwiched quite comfortably between the two big birds. She let out a yawn of her own and snuggled into the larger male's flank. "Well, honey, let's hope your boyfriend here doesn't snore," she said with a giggle. The larger male snorted loudly, waited a few moments, and snorted again. "Well, at least he has a sense of humor," Paige chuckled, drifting off to sleep.
Belial: Changes in the Air Esther groaned as she shifted in her sleep. She rubbed absently at the sore spot upon her backside, the discomfort easing her out of her dreary haze of unconsciousness and into a twilight state between waking and dream. She sighed softly as her touch brought relief and then not merely relief but pleasure. Her sleepy mind wondered why her tailbone ached so badly. There had been the protest rally the previous day where she, her sister, and several other students from Madam Dominia's School for Pure Girls had attended to shout slogans and wave placards outside the unpleasant place that had popped up near the nice section of town. She couldn't quite remember what happened, and though pure in the flesh, the students of Miss Dominia's were not above sneaking a few sips of alcohol in celebration. Perhaps she'd gone back to a classmate's apartment and had fallen asleep on an odd piece of furniture? The young woman yawned and shifted around, feeling the large, soft mass that she was lying on beneath her. She had likely fallen asleep on a beanbag chair. Esther sighed contentedly as she massaged the tender spot. She felt much better now that she'd rolled over, no longer with her tailbone jammed against a spot where the beans were compacted or something. Her hips began to buck gently, instinctively as she began to rub the aching spot harder and deeper. A warm wetness leaked from Esther as the unfamiliar sensation of arousal crept into her. It flowed not merely from her sex, but from the place where she rubbed upon the base of her spine. Esther groaned in annoyance at having popped a blister. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to wear her nicer clothes to the rally. They weren't really suited for moving around in. After all, even now her feet ached from the previous day's exertion. So did her back for that matter. Everything seemed kind of hazy to Esther. She couldn't quite recall what had happened. She recalled going to the protest, joining in with a crowd of others who felt that the Regina shelter smack dab in the middle class section of town was an unwanted nuisance at best, and outright dangerous at worst. After all, the organization catered to those whose bodies had been altered into the very expression of the deviant thoughts and desires that went through their heads. After all, Demon Seed needed fertile soil in which to grow. That was what Miss Dominia taught, after all. Esther moaned as her fingers found an unpleasant knot in her muscles, a rather large, hard, solid protrusion of muscle that must've been the result of all the walking around she'd been forced to do yesterday. Her mother had not wanted to risk one of her carriages getting... dirtied by some deviant's overly sexualized body coming too close and doing what gigantic sex organs tended to do. The young woman shuddered, recalling an event occurring the previous spring where a student at the school had her deviance come to a head and transform her into some sort of hideous bovine-lizard thing. She'd gone lust-crazy and after attacking her roommate had gone on a sexual rampage. Esther shuddered once more as she thought of her own violation. The sex-crazed pervert had spilled her seed on the balcony, and the foul fluid had dripped down and stained one of Esther's favorite dresses with its presence as she walked beneath. She was rather thankful that such was where it had ended, as she'd recognized the slight glow of the stuff and had run screaming back into her room and managed to strip off the tainted garment before it had a chance to soak through. She had, unfortunately, never been able to forget the scent of it. Another shudder wracked Esther's body as she unconsciously recalled the scent. It was... familiar for some reason. It had a weird, almost floral quality to it that tickled at her mind. Oh right! Some inconsiderate woman had forgotten to put on her perfume at home, and so had spritzed it all over herself and the people standing around her. Esther had gotten a goodly blast of the stuff to the face and had tried to ignore it at first. But it had soon dried to a sticky film upon her face and she'd excused herself from her friends to wash up at the restroom in the park. The park was the reason for the protest. After all, it was in the center of the city and lacked proper gates, though it had walls. She didn't have a problem with the middle class walking the streets and admiring the beautiful houses and estates that they would never have, but it also allowed the dregs of society to do much the same. Esther snorted, or tried to as the sound was turned into a quivering moan of pleasure as she moved on from working the knot to massaging the aches out of her wrist and forearm, which had gotten achy from holding one of the many protest signs that had been made up beforehand during Arts and Crafts classes at Miss Dominia's and distributed by the students. The young woman shuddered again at the thought of the park. She'd never been to the southern side of it, and to her surprise the facilities were just as well taken care of. She supposed the merchants and horse traders ought to be thankful that families like hers paid the groundskeepers to maintain the entirety of the park in such a magnificent state. Not to mention the wretched poor who couldn't afford indoor plumbing or the bathhouses and were forced to use the stream that ran through the park. Thankfully the spring-fed flow headed southward so that the scrubbed off filth and potential taint of the transformed stayed well away from proper people. Esther grinned as she recalled one of her favorite places in the park, a secluded area just off one of the nature trails where a pond burbled up with fresh, cool water that made a wonderful place to swim (and tan) in the summertime. Esther muttered to herself about the warming flow upon her back and down her legs. Her friends and herself had decided that they'd be heading to the park to do just that the following afternoon. She grumbled at the carelessness that had led someone to place an open bottle of tanning oil near where she'd fallen asleep, as it had obviously fallen on her as she'd shifted around to relieve the aches and pains of her body. She sighed happily as she moved on from her wrist to... what? Her leg? Her thigh? It felt too muscled to be one of Esther's skinny arms, but not quite solid enough to be a leg. Whatever it was, it seemed to rather appreciate having the aches worked out of it and it had been absolutely coated in the slick tanning oil. Had it been sitting out in the sun? Was that why it felt so warm? Esther stroked her aching limb faster and faster, then added a second hand into the mix, assuring that it was most certainly not her arm. She arched her back at the delicious sensation of the massage, delighting in the way it felt. Her body had begun to move in response to the sweet sensations of Esther working out her pains, as well as a new set of pleasant sensations that had nothing to do with Esther's hands, but rather something to do with her front.Her thi That stirred something in Esther's mind, some sort of bad dream that she'd had recently that she could only recall in her half-sleeping, half-waking state. She remembered washing her face off and then... then felt a weird tickle all down her front. She'd been standing in front the mirror, looking over her tall and scrawny frame. Esther took a bit of pride in her slender, almost boyish look. She lacked the sexual traits that would fill her mind with thoughts of wicked, prideful lust and thus was safe from the ravages of deviant alteration. But in the twisted logic of the dream world, such a thing had not kept her safe. Esther had watched in horror as her clothes began to tighten. She'd fumbled at her belt as the broadening of her hips made the tight strap of leather almost painful in a few moments. She'd watched in silent horror as her blouse pulled upward, untucking itself and exposing her midriff as breasts blossomed upon her chest. She had gasped in horror as her body rapidly sexualized before her very eyes. She'd popped several buttons from her blouse in her haste to see what was underneath and she'd felt sickened by what she saw. Not merely two breasts, but three. Three smallish tits that seemed to swell just a little bit larger with each passing moment. Esther had been nearly hyperventilating with shock, horror, and panic. It was then that she noticed the similar sensation of growth and swelling in her loins. She'd hiked up her skirt and tugged down her panties and was aghast at what she saw. Her clit was swollen, red, and the size of a dollar coin and her netherlips were similarly oversized and enlarged. But that was not the full extent of the violation, oh no. It was merely the beginning. Esther had watched with horror as... something began to extend from her crotch, just below her waistline. Within a few moments it had been obvious what it was: a pair of testicles and the sack in which they were kept. They'd reached what Esther had been taught was normal size in biology class in seconds, but they were not content to stay that way. Oh no. It seemed that they were going to compensate for Esther's lack of deviant desire by growing to a more and more obscene state with each second that passed by; golf balls, then oranges, then grapefruits, cantaloupes, melons, pumpkins, and then leaving fruits behind entirely for beach balls, and then beyond the knowledge of round things that Esther's mind had on tap for the moment. They'd finally come to a stop at some point where they were just mere inches above the ground, spreading Esther's stance wide if she wanted to avoid having them smack against the backs of her calves when she walked (a motion that brought not unpleasant, but obviously deviant bursts of unfamiliar sensation) or having her shins outright connect with them with each step she took (which was not even the slightest bit pleasant and was instead outright painful.) Esther had waited in horror, expecting something else to happen. There had to be something else, another change of some sort on the horizon just waiting to strike. You didn't just add balls to a girl and call it a day. That was silly! The testicles produced and stored semen, which was meant to be expelled from the body and into (or onto considering the scale) somebody! She'd stood and stared into the mirror and looked over herself, waiting for the next change to strike. But no such change had occurred. She needed help then; surely someone could help her and easily change her back since Esther was certainly not one of those sexual deviants that would naturally end up with such hideous alterations. She'd buttoned up her blouse as best she could, wanting to be as modest as possible, even with a huge pair of balls hanging out of her knee-length skirt. She'd cursed her decision to wear heels, as they were not suited much for walking or running, though the padding of her knee-high socks made them a bit more comfortable. Recalling her dream sent bolts of warm pleasantness through Esther's body, seeming to center on whatever it was she was rubbing as well as some other bit of her body close to that. The dripping of the tanning oil on Esther was really getting annoying and it made her clench her thighs together, which seemed to help loosen another set of achy muscles and made Esther feel even better. She was panting with exertion at the intensity of her massage, her skin flushing, heat spreading across her bared skin. Her blanket must've fallen off in the middle of the night and Esther had probably fallen asleep in her swimsuit, which was why she felt so much bare skin. She remembered her steps in the dream, trying to figure out how to walk so that she didn't end up hurting herself, didn't end up 'pleasuring' her deviant alterations, and still managed to set a decent pace. Esther had managed to make it to the door and opened it. She'd felt a sense of relief as she saw her sister and her friends standing outside, probably having come to look for her after she'd been gone from the rally too long. Before she could open her mouth to say anything Edna, her sister, had let out a snarl of disgust and shoved Esther. Edna was as short and thick as Esther was tall and lanky. Usually such a shove would knock Esther on her scrawny ass, but the extra weight of her new balls seemed enough to only make he stagger. "Get out of my way, you fucking whore!" Edna had growled, her head just about on level with Esther's breasts. Esther had been struck speechless. How could Edna not recognize her? She looked to her other friends, surely they would recognize her! "You're on the wrong side of the park, mutie slut!" one had said. "Yeah! The freakshow section is in the southeast! No one wants to see those gross things hanging out beneath your skirt!" said another. A third had laughed, "And look at her tits! I think I'm going to be sick just looking at them!" Edna had shoved her again, "I mean it! Get out of my way you ugly lumbering deviant!" Esther's bafflement had turned to anger. Making fun of Esther's height and clumsiness was something that Edna knew would absolutely set her off. Edna didn't recognize her sister, but it was still no reason to be rude. In her rage Esther had shoved her little sister back, making her stagger into the foursome of friends that were behind her. "Don't you call me a lumbering deviant, dickhead!" When they were little Esther and her friends were telling scary stories, and Edna had been freaked out by the story of the woman whose head became a penis. So Esther had taunted her ever since with the word "dickhead." Rather than respond with more words, Edna had merely roared in rage and lashed out, "Fucking mutie whore!" she snarled, grabbing Esther's blouse and ripping it open. Esther had been stunned, even more so when the other girls joined in, laughing and holding her arms so Edna could get a few punches in. "Like showing your gross, freaky-ass... things off! Here! Let me help!" Esther shirt had been expensive, rare material from far off dyed in a beautiful pattern with gorgeous colors. But it was not very sturdy and the seams had torn easily as Edna and several of the girls grabbed it and pulled. Esther then shuddered as the cool spring air fell upon her breasts and she felt her nipples, all three of them, grow erect. "Oh ew! She's getting off on this!" one of the other girls had said. Edna had shuddered and dropped the scraps of Esther's ruined shirt, then gave her a hard kick to the rear. "Get out of here you mutant freak! We're not interested in your freaky pain fetish! Get lost!" Esther had looked back at them with tear filled eyes, but several of her friends had stooped to gather rocks from the gravel path and seemed intent on using them. She'd had no choice but to flee as fast as she could, without regards to comfort or modesty. After a few steps she'd begun to pant as her freakish form began to get off on the sensation of her balls smacking against the backs of her legs as she ran. Remembering the phantom sensations of her dream seemed to ignite something within her as she worked the pains from her body. "M-mutie whore..." she murmured, her body trembling in a delicious shiver as she gave voice to the words, "F-fucking mutie whore..." Esther's senses seemed to ignite all at once, leaving her breathless with a silent cry of blissful pleasure squeaking from her throat. Some hot, thick, wet fluid splattered on her back, in her hair, on her legs, her arms, dribbled on her hands. It was everywhere. She groaned, "Aww... come on guys, don't play pranks on me!" Esther murmured softly, convinced that her friends were pouring hot maple syrup on her or something. She brought her hand to her mouth, licking at the tasty goo. Nope, not maple syrup. It was an odd, strange taste, kind of fruity, but with an odd, almost flower-y aspect to it. Whatever it was, Esther found it absolutely delicious. Rather than show ire, she instead decided to just play along; hungrily licking the stuff off of her hands and forearms, and then reaching back to scoop up more. That seemed to be enough to dissuade the others from toying with her as Esther lapped up every drop of the syrup that had been dumped on her. It was so good and so tasty she found herself moving around, even lapping up dribs, drabs, and puddles from the stone floor beneath her as the sweet, familiar, fruity-floral scent drew her to it. "Mmm... what is this, anyway?" she murmured, sitting up upon the beanbag chair and opening her eyes. She was not at some apartment. It looked like she was in one of the narrow alleyways between the estates that allowed access to back gardens. The flowering hedges to the sides and growing overhead, as well as the soft blue glow of magelights set into the paving stones told Esther that this was one of her favorite shortcuts to the park. With a growing sense of horror she looked downward and gasped at the sight of her breasts. Three of them, not merely two. Her half remembered dream hadn't been a dream. It was real, and it had happened to her yesterday. Not only were the three tits still present, but they were bigger. Lots bigger. They were huge! Especially with Esther's lean frame. Esther blushed as she mentally compared her bust to Miss Dominia's, her headmistress having the largest rack Esther had ever seen. If she kept growing, she'd leave that size in the dust and look like something out of one of those disgusting magazines where the models willingly altered themselves to appeal to other people's sick fantasies of huge-breasted sluts. Esther let out a soft moan and shuddered as she felt a new wetness ooze forth from her and begin trickling down her... "Oh no..." Esther whispered, "Oh no, oh no, oh no!" She looked down past the breasts to the soft thing she'd been sitting and lying on. It was decidedly not a beanbag chair, though it was about the same size. Esther felt an involuntary moan escape her lips as the juices of her feminine arousal trickled down her massive ballsack. The young woman drew in a deep breath, trying to keep herself from panicking. It was then that she noticed the familiar scent upon the air. The one that she couldn't help but bring to mind each and every time she thought of it. Semen. She stood, looking down over her breasts, groping at her groin to try and find the offending appendage. But thankfully there was no penis to be found. She sighed with relief and leaned her head up against a nearby stone pillar and found herself trailing her tongue over it, the sweet, delicious flavor spreading over her tongue. Esther gripped the hedge tightly, the rough twigs sending sparks of pain through her to snap her out of the oddly instinctual action. She forced herself to pull back away from the pillar, to see the slightly glowing, pearlescent droplets that had splattered there, and then down at the large puddle on the ground. The aches had not started in her loins but rather... Esther nearly screamed at the sight of what grew from the base of her spine. It was still fully erect, dribbling the last bits of seed. A cock. A human cock growing from just about her backside. A drooling, foot-long cock that made her mouth water even as she looked upon it, wanting to take it into her mouth, to suck on it, to lick it clean, to pleasure it until she climaxed once more and awarded herself a tasty treat. Esther felt horrified, sickened, disgusted by the urges that filled her mind and body. She went weak in the knees and yelped as all her weight crashed down onto her two massive testicles. She tilted slowly forward, moaning and clutching her agonizing additions, whimpering softly as physical pain joined the emotional. She winced as she felt the sticky puddle on the side of her face, unable to help herself as she began to lick up her seed from the paving stone before her. It seemed to make the pain dim; it tasted so very, very good. She couldn't help herself. "I'm not a cum-guzzling slut," Esther whispered between licks, not noticing her involuntary moans and the gentle rocking of her hips that came from giving thought and giving voice to such a thing. "I'm not! I'm not a semen-gulping freak! N-not a seed-slurping deviant," said the seed-slurping deviant. -o- Esther shuddered as she waddled down the alleyway, sickened by what she had done a few minutes before. Not literally sickened, as her stomach seemed quite content with its contents, but rather a mental feeling of sickness and disgust. She had just hungrily lapped up every drop of her own spunk that she could find and she had done it without her conscious mind having anything resembling a say in the matter. She wasn't like that! Not in the slightest! She couldn't imagine how she could have participated in such a lewd, filthy, disgusted, deviant act! She was a nice, proper, pure person and had taken every step that she had been brought up to learn in order to assure that she would remain pure and untainted be deviant sexuality and lust. Thus it made her very, very uncomfortable to move around in the state and manner that she had been forced to take. Her sister and her friends had ripped off her shirt and her shoes were nowhere to be seen; likely they had fallen off during her almost mindless running and urge to flee the previous evening. She had absolutely nothing covering her upper body, and so as difficult as it was to walk while doing so Esther had her arms arranged to cover her three nipples as best she could from sight. Her lanky body had grown taller and filled out, resorting in her skirt becoming already scandalously short even if she lacked the massive set of balls that hung nearly to her ankles most of the time. Though thankfully at the moment (,) with the coolness of the morning the skin of her massive scrotum had tightened, and they were only at her knees instead. For modesty's sake she'd removed one of her kneesocks and placed it over her annoyingly erect manhood at the base of her spine. Even the act of covering her indecency had aroused the hated organ, which had made the slight scratchiness of the sock even worse by saturating it with precum. It was now soggy, cold, and seemed to offer more in the way of stimulation than modesty. Esther had the other sock tucked into her waistband, but replacing it would only relieve the discomfort for a few second until the second sock was similarly moistened. She felt absolutely disgusting, both in her looks and the state of her body. Esther's skin felt all sticky and gross from the sweaty exertion of her accidental masturbation and her back and bits of her hair, as well as her hands felt even stickier due to their being... doused in the vile fluid of her release. What was more was that her scalp had also begun to itch, as if she hadn't bathed for days rather than not even 24 hours beforehand. Esther was thankful that it was still early in the morning, and not too many people were up and about just yet. She most certainly couldn't go home, not in such a hideous, malformed condition. So in order to properly bathe she would have to visit one of the places in the park. There was a nice, forested area with a nature trail running through it that contained a few places where the spring burbled up that made them perfect for such a task. Especially since most of the morning sunbathers would be on the beach. The young woman sucked air through her teeth as she walked, trying her best to ignore the sensations coming from her loins and the deformity upon her spine. Her testes were massive; the size of beach balls, and Esther estimated that odds were they likely weighed about as much as she did. But she seemed to be able to heft the weight and move along at an acceptable pace, certainly not as fast as she would like, but certainly faster than her sister's usual slow, dawdling walk. Esther felt her anger flare as she thought of Edna, insulting her, pushing her, ripping her clothes off. It was her fault that Esther had spent the night in the alley! Her fault for not seeing what would have been plain in front of her face if she hadn't been a sawed-off little preening midget. She'd probably been so grouchy because Esther had gotten in between her and the mirrors in the bathroom. "Fucking dwarf dickhead, calling me a fucking mutant whore..." Esther murmured beneath her breath, barely noticing the pleasurable shudder that ran through her body upon giving voice to the words. She focused on her anger, on thoughts of her sister, dumping the blame for her current state entirely on her little sister's shoulders. After all, if Edna hadn't acted the way she did, Esther might very well have been able to get help by now! By the time Esther had walked about a block she was panting from a mix of anger, exertion, and arousal. She hated that her easiest, most comfortable way of walking was the one that placed her balls and sack behind her legs, pressed up against her pussy and clit. Esther hadn't explored down there, it wasn't proper to go touching yourself there just because, but everything felt overly large, swollen, and sensitive. She stank of her own arousal and climaxes, and she could feel her body's perverse need causing lubrication to leak from her womanhood. She stopped just before the alley emptied onto one of the main roads, trying to figure out what to do. Esther did not want to be seen, but she needed a bath, and the only way to do so was in the park. Even in the post-dawn hours of the morning there would be servants up and about on the streets, heading to the estates they worked at, heading to the market, walking the pets of their employers, that sort of thing. A deep blush spread across Esther's face at the thought of someone, anyone, seeing her like this. Edna had not recognized her, but then Edna was a short-sighted (and outright short) self-centered little dickhead. That didn't mean that someone else wouldn't see Esther. They'd probably laugh at her, laugh at the rich girl with her breasts bared and a pair of balls hanging down past her knees and a huge dick stuck to her like a tail. Esther groaned and pulled her hair out of the severe braid she usually wore it in, allowing her mousy brown hair to fall down to her shoulder blades. She used her fingertips to purposely brush it in front of her face, to perhaps hide her visage from anyone who might be happening by. She took a deep breath and stepped out from the alley and onto the sidewalk, keeping her head down, walking at a brisk pace. Esther bit her tongue as a moan built up in her throat from her fast movements. The sock covering her dick was proving inadequate to contain the flow of precum and she shivered as she felt the flow drip down her rump to join with the other flow of arousal to dribble down her sack and drip on the ground. There were footsteps on the other side of the road, a young maid on her way to work. She turned her head slightly, looking Esther over for a few moments and then turning her head to look away. Probably to hide a chuckle as Esther's freakishness. Or was it something else? Maybe to hide her perverse desire? Esther looked her over, long platinum blonde hair, bit on the shortish side, generously busted. Yeah, definitely a woman given into sexual deviance. She probably wanted to sneak off with Esther and ride her tailcock. Though as the two approached one another Esther could make out the somewhat familiar features of Olga, her friend Madison's maidservant. A soft gasp parted Esther's lips as she imagined the woman naked, sitting astride her cock. She could almost feel it, the servant's hands upon her breasts, legs wrapped around her middle, the young woman's feet pressing her balls back against her pussy, making them rub deliciously against them with each thrust and buck her body made. "No, no, no!" Esther murmured as she felt her body tense. She could hear, literally hear, the wet sound of her cock erupting, thankfully contained by the sock, though it oozed out of the woolen covering and onto her rump. It made her nethers tingle oddly. Esther shuddered at an unwelcome thought: could she accidentally impregnate herself? She felt almost nauseous at the idea. She began to pick up her pace, realizing she had slowed incredibly with the unwelcome climax. Had the servant noticed? Did she realize what Esther had just done? Esther started to turn her head to look, but a memory of earlier made her snap her gaze straight forward. Cum. She was dripping cum onto the sidewalk beneath her. If she looked at it that hellish compulsion that had overcome her before might rear its head once more and she would find herself slavishly licking the sidewalk. She needed to wash herself off and do so quickly. Esther began to run, not caring how it aroused or pleased her body as she almost found herself drooling as she licked her lips. Tears began to fill her eyes as sick desires and fantasies entered her mind that were not her own. She whimpered as she removed her arms from her breasts so that she could run faster and nearly stumbled as she felt her heavier, heftier breasts bouncing around uncomfortably as she ran. She had never had that problem before. Hell, she had only ever worn a bra out of modesty rather than needing the support. But she put up with the discomfort of her bouncing breasts as much as she put up with the intense, erotic sensations of her cock and pussy. Esther quickly lost track of the number of times she'd climaxed on her run to the park. Her breaths came in deep heaving sobs as she looked around, making sure no one was around to follow her into the hidden pond. There were perverts everywhere and one might sneak up on her and assault her. Shove a cock into her... Esther smacked herself upside the head. What was wrong with her? These desires and perverse daydreams weren't hers! They weren't anything a proper and pure girl would ever think of. How had they ever managed to get inside her head like that? She'd never fantasized about anything like that before, and not five minutes before she'd just been thinking about having a commoner riding her cock. Not merely having deviant, same-gendered sex, but with a low-born woman who probably had all sorts of unspeakable germs crawling around on her hands from manual labor. But it was all Esther could do to keep herself from imagining those hands wrapping around her cock, stroking it, caressing it, accompanied by a hot, eager mouth and tongue, shortly followed by the maid's own cock slipping into Esther's dripping depths. "Oh no, no, no, no!" Esther moaned as she stumbled through the tall grass. Now she was thinking about having sex with a TRANSFORMED deviant lesbian commoner! She wasn't sure if that was better or worse. If she couldn't get herself fixed, what did that mean for her if she actually wanted to take on a... husband or wife? She had a cock and balls, would she be considered a man? She had all the proper plumbing still to be considered a woman too, though. Did that mean that the proper thing to do was find someone else who also had both? Esther shuddered as she stepped out onto the soft sand surrounding the pond and she let out a sigh of relief. She shouldn't think about silly things like that. Once she got herself washed off she was going to... What was she going to do? -o- Esther winced as she tugged the gooey sock from her manhood and tossed it aside in a single motion, not even giving her traitorous body the chance to make her... she shuddered, not even wanting to THINK about what she'd done that morning. No matter how much it turned her on. Esther was not going to give in to her deviant body's strange urges and desires ever again, and that was going to require her to focus and pay attention. She poked a toe into the water and found it cool to the touch, almost cold. But she welcomed the chill that she hoped would drive the obnoxious arousal from her body. She reached down and began to remove her skirt, but it took a few tries before she realized that the elastic waistband was not stretchy enough to fit over the girth of her legs and her balls, no matter how she arranged them. She sighed and then began working it upwards. She had to suck in a breath in order to make it fit, just barely, over her three ample breasts. Esther paused for a moment on the bank of the pond and stared at her reflection. She didn't look hardly anything like herself. It wasn't merely the alterations, nor was it the unfamiliar hairstyle. Her bodily proportions had altered. Her waist was as narrow, or perhaps even narrower, than it had been before. But her tall thin build had been amply padded in all the right places. Her drawn face had even filled out a bit and had gained large, lush lips that seemed to be naturally a shade of whorish red. She looked... similar to herself. But at first glance no one would recognize Esther as herself. More likely she'd be seen as her own cousin. Or a sister. The thought of her sister made Esther growl and stomp into the cold water, the heat of her rage only serving to bolster her as she submerged herself in the cool waters of the pond. She drew in a deep breath and reluctantly moved her hand downward, slipping between one thigh and the skin of her hefty scrotum to try and clean her pussy. The damned thing had been leaking pretty much nonstop since Esther had woken up. She winced as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of sexual stimulation shoot through her as she found her grotesquely swollen clit and netherlips. "If I can't walk around without make myself leak all over the place, what the hell am I going to do?" Esther asked herself. "Hell, what am I going to do anyway?" She couldn't go home, couldn't allow her mother to see her like this, and most definitely not see her sister like this. Even if she managed to get cured, she'd never live down all the insults from Edna that she would work in about balls, breasts, and dicks. It should've been Edna that had been afflicted with the changes Esther was suffering through. Edna with her wanton ways, her busty body, her fondness for jewelry, and makeup, and skimpy clothes, and flirting and... mmm... Esther let out a soft moan as she found herself absently stroking her golf ball-sized clit. She imagined Edna stripped bare, tied to a bed, a rubber ball gag stuffed in her mouth as Esther slowly lay back upon her, slipping her dick into her sister's slutty, deviant pussy. "Oh that's so... so wrong..." Esther murmured, a deep blush spreading over her cheeks. Her other hand sought out one of her breasts and began to instinctively caress it. That would feel so good, her cock deep inside Edna, her sister's big tits pressed against her back. Maybe have their mother join in? Estelle had been born into money, but her ability to gain more or gain political power through marriage had become somewhat limited by the partygirl lifestyle she had taken on in her late teens. Esther's mother had been younger than Esther was now when she had been born, and she'd merely passed her daughter onto the servants to raise. It had taken a second such 'accident' for Esther's mother to realize that she needed condom spells and anti-fertility charms. Esther had never learned what exactly it was that had scared her mother from that lifestyle, but she had quickly enrolled both daughters in Miss Dominia's School for Pure Girls, attended Dominia's own adult education classes once a week, and fervantly adhered to her teachings. Estelle hadn't even hit forty yet, and she had the best features of both her daughters. Esther's litheness and Edna's curves, coupled with flame red hair that neither of her children had. She had gotten into trouble some time in her past because of her deviance, and she'd never talked about it. But from the rumors Esther heard, Estelle had been... incredibly deviant. Maybe even deviant enough to show her two daughters all the fun one could have with other girls. Esther imagined her mother's lips upon her own, her tongue tracing down her cheek, her neck, circling each of her three nipples... "What the fuck am I doing?" Esther whimpered, gritting her teeth and exerting all the will she had to pull her fingers from her aching loins. She shivered in the cold water, frightened of her own mind. She wished she was back to normal, back at home in her grand, private bathroom with all her lovely scented soaps and shampoos, where she could bathe under the nice, hot spray of a shower rather that a chilly pond without even a towel to dry her off after, or the smallest scrap of soap to help get the cum out of her hair. The young woman gritted her teeth and swished her hand around in the water, seeking to free it of her own clinging juices before trying to rid her hair of the mess. It seemed next to impossible. The more she scrubbed and ran her fingers through it, the more tangled and sticky it seemed to become. Esther sighed and went about her normal hair washing routine rather than try to work out the mess. Maybe she would feel better if she could do things in a more familiar manner, even with an unfamiliar bod... A moan tore itself from Esther's through as her fingertips brushed over a spot at the back of her head. It was beneath her hair and felt funny, kind of like a painful pimple, but instead of pain it gave pleasure. "No..." Esther whispered softly in disbelief as her fingers sought to find the spot again. "Please! No more!" she said, her words trailing off into a soft squeak as she found the spot again, found the round, rubbery patch with the raised middle, found herself sporting a handful of fallen away strands of mousy brown hair darkened by water. "Haven't I been changed enough?" she whimpered, her hands frantically moving over her head, hoping there was just the one spot. But her motions made more and more of her hair fall away, revealing the bare skin underneath as well as the many new nipples that adorned it. In a few moments Esther's hair had all fallen away, floating in the water around her. She gently and tentatively explored her bare head, finding several nipples adorning the smooth skin. "Well, that's just... silly," she murmured, looking at her reflection. Truth be told the only reason she wore her hair long was due to school rules. Pure girls had to have their hair at least a certain length. Below that you looked like some cunt-sucking butch dyke lesbian. The thought made Esther giggle, "Butch dyke lesbian my ass," she snickered, "I don't look anything like that!" In her eyes it didn't look good or bad, just... different. "Well, at least I don't have to wash it when I make a mess." she mused, turning her head from side to side. She thought about her other changes, being in the crowd at the protest. Getting stuff sprayed on her that she thought was perfume. "This is all totally random." she said with a small smile, "This isn't my fault for being deviant or not deviant or whatever. Some bitch just sprayed crap all over the crowd and just let random, silly changes happen." For some reason Esther was almost giddy."It's not a punishment for being a pervert, it's not someone targeting me for revenge or anything, and it's just some stupid changes because I was at the protest." Esther laughed, "There's no one in control of this. I mean what kind of a fucking shithead would think this was a change that would bother me? I'm... kind of glad my hair is gone." She paused. "No, that shouldn't be right. I'm not one of these weird fetish sluts..." she licked her lips and shivered at the words, "That gets off on having her body altered. But... this should be more upsetting than it is." The young woman glared at her reflection in the pond. "Are the changes altering my mind now? Or am I just... in shock? Or am I... getting used to being a fucking freak?" Her body reacted once more to the words with arousal. "Oh my goddess, I am! I... I'm actually getting used to it! Disgusting! I'm a filthy fucking fetish mutant whore!" Her knees went weak as her body quaked with pleasure at the words. Esther stood in the water with wide eyes, her expression half bemused smirk, half disgusted gaping mouth. "What the fuck is wrong with me? And why do I keep fucking swearing? They'd wash my mouth out with soap back at school if I said such filth. Or Miss Dominia would call me into her office and I'd get a spanking." Esther's mind went to Miss Dominia, the tall woman's pale skin and hair, her red albino's eyes, her lush tits in the perfectly tailored gowns that stopped just short of being deviant and perverse. She imagined herself being spanked, made to kneel before her headmistress and forced to lick her pussy. "Those are NOT my thoughts!" Esther protested to the air, "I'm NOT thinking those fucking g-gross... n-nasty... mmm..." Her pulse had risen and her loins and cock began to ache anew with arousal, "Goddess, but they're s-so fun..." Esther took a deep breath and submerged beneath the chilly water, hoping the sudden shock would snap her out of her sudden state of unwanted arousal. But a tiny voice nagged at her. She was already in the bath, after all. And with her hair gone there wasn't really any part of her that would not be easy to clean with the mess she made every time she came. There wasn't really any reason why she shouldn't give in to her body's sick, twisted lusts and indulge herself with a few orgasms while she daydreamed about sexy things. Esther broke the surface and took in a few deep breaths, the plunge having done nothing to banish her arousal. She tried to force the fantasies from her mind, but rather than leave quietly every effort seemed to bring forth new and perverse ideas to perform with her mother, her sister, her teachers, her friends, even random people on the street. "A-absolutely fucking disgusting..." Esther said softly to herself. Her words rang hollow even in her own ears. Esther suddenly heard voices in the distance and the sound of rustling grass. She gasped softly and dived under the water, swimming over to a nearby patch of reeds and hiding herself among them. She watched as a tall figure came walking through the brush and Esther covered her mouth to prevent herself from gasping at the sight of her. A tall, muscular, well-tanned woman with honey blonde hair looked out over the pond and grinned. The newcomer sighed happily and set down her backpack before stripping off her t-shirt and tossing it aside. The hidden woman found herself enraptured by the sight of the transformed newcomer. It was obvious to anyone who was looking, as she sported a rather large pair of horns that grew from her temples like a bull. Also reminding Esther of a bull were the two large copper rings piercing the woman's nipples. She'd never seen such a thing before. Oh certainly she'd heard of getting body parts pierced, but it had always sounded to her like a weird and decidedly deviant thing to do. She'd never imagined that it could look so sexy. Her fingers twitched, wanting to play with those sexy rings, and Esther's mouth watered, wanting to suckle on those beautiful nipples. The woman began removing her pants and Esther had to cram several fingers into her mouth and bite down on them to keep herself from making awed, astonished sounds as more alterations on the woman's body came to light. Between the newcomer's legs hung a huge, thick, bestial shaft, halfway out of its sheath and elongating in the cool morning air. She gripped her cock with a three-fingered hand and gave it a few tugs to adjust it. Esther felt her mouth filling with saliva, and tried to swallow, but instead found herself drooling between her fingers. She didn't dare give herself the opportunity to be heard and it... it kind of felt good. Esther found herself imagining what it would be like to run her tongue over that delicious foot and a half length of slick, black bull cock, to grip those big, heavy balls with her hands, to feel the hot splatter of the woman's seed on her face and tits. She whimpered softly as she found herself slowly pumping her fingers in and out of her mouth absentmindedly and found herself unable to stop. Something had happened to her, made her a filthy cum-sucking whore. She didn't even have to say the words aloud to get off on them. And once she brought them to mind, Esther found herself having difficulty not thinking about them. She just couldn't stop gawking at the woman and imagining the two of them doing something disgustingly deviant and fun. "Hey, Horns!" an accented voice called from behind the woman, "Are you just going to let me sit here and get eaten by ants while you do a striptease?" The horned woman chuckled and turned to her large backpack, bending down and showing off her toned backside to Esther, who felt her cock and pussy throb at the sight. Her other hand reached back through the water and began to stroke her aching erection, making Esther sigh with relief. After a few moment of fiddling, Horns seemed to pull out another person from the backpack, or... well... part of one. Esther's eyes widened at the sight of the second transformee; she seemed to be mostly tit. Four huge melons hung from her chest and abdomen, looking almost obscene. Especially when there was hardly anything else to her. Esther could see the smooth, unmarked skin on her hips and shoulders, marking her lack of limbs as something caused by magical alteration. "Keep your pants on, with you whispering all those filthy things in my ear on the walk up here you only have yourself to blame for me having to take a few moments to adjust myself," Horns teased. "Too late. They must've fallen off on the way here. Along with my legs," the limbless girl said with a giggle. "Ah! Back in the bag then, we have to go back for them," themuch larger woman teased. Esther found herself staring at the limbless girl's four hefty tits. They were absolutely huge! Each one about the size of one of Esther's balls and each topped with an elongated teat-like nipple. They were the most unnatural breasts that Esther had ever seen and she couldn't stop thinking about them. Couldn't stop thinking about how sexy they looked, about how wonderful they would feel pressed up against her, about how awesome it would be to have such a pair (or a trio) herself. The young woman's motions ground to a halt as she realized exactly what she was doing and what she was thinking. She was actually envious of another person's deviant alterations! And not only that but she had been gawking at them and masturbating! She'd started jerking off again without her mind weighing in on the subject. It was shameful, disgraceful, and disgusting! There was something wrong with her mind if every time her cock got annoyingly hard she would start jacking off like any normal human being would scratch an itch. "No! Not back in the bag, you silly cow! Just put out the towel and oil me up just how I like. Mmm... you have such strong hands," the girl said with a giggle. "You sure you're okay? It's a touch nippy out..." The girl scoffed, "I'm fine! Honestly, if all I needed last winter was a scarf, a little breeze isn't going to bother me you big goof. Now lean down here so I can kiss you." The horned woman did as she was told, embracing the smaller woman and kissing her deeply. "I'm sorry we couldn't give you your usual bath. From the looks of things it seem like someone's been sneaking around out back and turning off the valves. They were outright broken off this morning." Horns said, setting her friend down and reaching into the backpack to remove a beach towel. It took all of Esther's will to keep herself from jacking off, but she still kept fingering her mouth, still kept sucking on her fingers, still worked them over with her tongue as she imagined any of a dozen different sorts of dicks crammed in her mouth. A muffled whimper escaped her as Horns placed the beach towel down on the ground and picked up her friend, sitting down upon the towel and placing the limbless woman in her lap. The herm's bestial cock stood upright, just in front of the other girl's breasts. For a moment Esther felt jealous that their size put her own to shame. She clubbed that thought down amongst others as she tried everything to keep sex off of her mind. But she just couldn't. Esther let out a soft whimper as Horns poured tanning oil over her hands and began to rub it in to her friend's huge, sexy knockers. Esther found herself wondering what it would be like to both give and receive that treatment and she found her hand drawn back to her cock. Her eyes filled with tears as she realized that she could not tear her gaze away from the two sexy transformed women before her, nor could she deny the urges of her body any longer. Her cock actually hurt with need and she was hurting her fingers from biting down. "I'm not. It's nice to get out of the shelters once in awhile. Especially on days like this when there is a whole flood of newbies sobbing and whimpering over growing a dick, or a tail, or a second set of tits or webbed feet like it's the end of the world," the girl said with a snort. "Be nice, Maxine, people are kind of nasty out here in some sections of town. And considering how... shall we say that their family trees have a tendency to look more like family poles, I would think webbed feet might be just a normal fact of life around here," Horns said with a grin. Maxine giggled and moaned as Horns began to oil up one of her elongated nipples, "And you're telling me not to be mean! Mmm... stop teasing me with that silly thing! Bring it over here and let me play with it, or stick it in me!" "Yes ma'am," Horns said softly, seeming to blush a bit. Esther clenched her eyes shut and tried to look away, tried to think about anything except the two sexy women fucking a stone's throw away. But not thinking about them only made Esther focus on her own body's arousal. Her body felt... weird. Tingly in places. Mostly on her head, her breasts and her cock. Esther's eyes widened as the pain from her cock suddenly dulled; it felt like it was fully flaccid again and starting to fill up with blood. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder to see what was going on, only to find it growing as she watched! Her dick began to elongate and thicken, scaling up inch by inch with each passing moment. "Oh shit no! I didn't mean it!" Esther whimpered, the words muffled greatly by her fingers. She nearly yelped afterwards, having forgotten not to make noise. She began to stroke her cock, thinking that maybe playing with it would make it stop growing and that ignoring her raging erection was causing her to change again. She peered out worriedly from between the reeds and sunk low into the water, crouching and sitting atop her hefty balls, grinding her pussy into the soft smooth skin of her sack. Maxine was looking in her general direction, but hadn't spotted her in the reeds. "Hey, hold on, I heard a noise!" she said to her lover. "Oh it's probably just some foxes fucking in the bushes or some birds or something. Trust me, I've got a lot of experience with the great outdoors and there is nothing here we need to worry about. More tongue please." Esther watched, enraptured by the sight of Horns' thick animal cock sandwiched between Maxine's two pairs of tits, the girl's mouth open wide to take in the flat, feral head of the shaft, her tongue working it over every time it slipped from her mouth. Hot tears leaked down Esther's cheeks as she realized how very, very badly she wanted to do exactly that, and how she wanted it to be done to her. She swore up and down that she's wasn't some sort of cum-guzzling mutant slut, but as time went on Esther's body seemed more and more intent upon proving that she was. Everything about her altered form that she hated seemed to grow larger or more sensitive as time went on. Esther could feel the slow growth of her trio of tits with each breath she drew in. It was as if she were blowing her breasts up like balloons. Esther pulled her fingers from her mouth, her tongue instinctively reaching out after them and trying to bring them back in. She reached across her chest, almost hugging herself, trying to stop her already oversized knockers from growing any more. But all her cool, smooth, water-slicked skin managed to do was draw sweet sensation from her growing gazongas. Esther bit her tongue to suppress a giggle, she was using all sorts of words to refer to her breasts, and it amused her for some reason. How funny some of them sounded. She choked back sobs and sighs of pleasure as she found herself groping one of her breasts, the middle one, the new one, the unnatural one, and she liked it. Esther liked having her breasts caressed, rubbed, stroked, played with. But what worried her more was that she was enjoying the action of the groping even more; the smoothness of her skin upon her palm and fingertips, the softness of the slattern, oversensitive flesh below. Merely pleasuring herself seemed no longer be enough to satisfy her traitorous body. The transformed girl suddenly stood stock still, a terrible, horrible, wicked thought having entered her mind; what if there was no mental aspect to the transformation? What if her actions were merely a response to her unfamiliarity with the intense sensations and instinctual desires that filled her? What if she felt this way because she stuffed her sexuality into the dark corner of her mind labeled "Things I Am Not Going to Acknowledge or Deal With" and proceeded to banish all things even remotely tied with sex from her conscious thoughts. What if she was behaving like some filthy, lust-ridden, mutant sex-queen precisely because she was not at all prepared for what it would feel like? She'd been told that the changes were a painful, agonizing thing inflicted upon social and sexual deviants; a punishment for their wrong way of thinking and behaving. But Esther had been a shining example of what she'd been taught, and yet here she was with her body altering and sexualizing more and more by the minute. It didn't hurt, it didn't feel bad, and odds were if Esther had not been brought up to hate and loathe the sort of thing she was becoming she might actually enjoy it. No, that was a lie. She WAS enjoying it. There were parts of Esther that were absolutely delighted with what was happening. The way her cock and pussy throbbed every time she thought of herself as something dirty or slutty, or thought of something sexual. She wanted to embrace the limbless girl, feel what it was like to have Maxine's four tits smashed up against her three, wanted to wrap her lips around one of her elongated, teat-like nipples, wondered what it would feel like to... Esther gasped as her nipples tingled. Already erect from the cool water and her arousal she felt a similar sensation to the one in her still-swelling dick. Her eyes widened and Esther ducked her head under water to stop a scream as she realized precisely who was directing her changes. Her alterations were responding to her own thoughts and actions somehow. The first changes may have been something random or planned, but just about everything since her massive sack and balls were related to Esther's own thoughts and desires. Though she prided herself on a body that would not entice others into deviance, she had been somewhat jealous of Edna's curves, though not her height. She'd idly daydreamed on occasion about what it would be like to have a bigger bust, to have more tit than even her sister sported. That was the exact wording of her thoughts on the matter 'more tit,' and now not only did she have more tit, but she had more tits. If she weren't so shocked or horrified she might have laughed. Her cock had appeared when she'd rubbed a sore spot at the base of her spine and enjoyed the relief that was felt; relief that soon blossomed into outright pleasure and from pleasure to sexual bliss. Her hair had fallen away as she was annoyed at her inability to wash the delicious cum from it. The thought made Esther wince, despite all that had happened she still wasn't comfortable with the way she had hungrily lapped up her own cum, like a dog. She quickly drove the thought from her mind, not wanting to add animalistic features to her already grotesque array of alterations. After all, her body continued to change according to Esther's own thoughts, whims, and idle fantasies. She'd wanted tits like the four-breasted girl that had shown up, and a cock like her large, muscular, horned friend, and now her assets were growing to provide exactly those things. Esther shuddered, what the hell was wrong with her; that would make her want to have large, hideous, freakish, disgusting... sexy, sensual, mouth-watering additions. Her thoughts seemed to slip away from her more often the further she changed from her original self, the more her mutations had to corrupt her... her... a choked sob escaped Esther's throat, not muffled, but it went unnoticed by the two newcomers who were deeply caught up in their own pleasures. Esther felt sick to her stomach as she thought back over her past, over things she felt; emotions, faint stirrings in her loins, half-remembered dreams. She truly was a cum-guzzling mutant whore, and she'd always been that way. She had just done all she could to suppress her urges, her fantasies, and her desires, burying them under a tide of anger, loathing, and disgust. Deep down she was enjoying what happened to her, not merely enjoying it, delighting in it, getting pleasure from it. Being transformed sexually excited Esther, each one of her additions and alterations turned her on more and more. She'd never had an interest in dating or sex or anything, and it wasn't out of an interest of remaining pure or adhering to Miss Dominia's teachings. Half the girls at her school had boyfriends, and another third probably had girlfriends, but Esther never had the slightest attraction to another person. Her true attraction had always been to the freaks, the mutants, the undesirables that she was taught to loathe. And now she was one of them and the very thought of it was almost enough to make her cum. What kind of a sick pervert was she? What kind of a twisted, deviant person would get off on having her body warped and corrupted in near-crippling and incredibly sexual ways? What sort of a slut would cum so hard she could barely walk down the street while parading her freakish body down the street, on display for everyone to see? What kind of a... a.. aaaaah! The dam finally burst within Esther and in the incredible tide of pleasure, the sweet sensation of her seed splattering onto her back, her neck, and her head from a two and a half, maybe three foot length of cock, mixed with the tight, clenching sensation as her pussy climaxed as well. The tide of her fluids clouded and warmed the water around Esther and she let out loud, lusty cries, not caring if the two newcomers heard. They didn't, as Horns and Maxine were occupied with their own intense, blissful climaxes. Esther gasped in deep breaths, her body heaving, trembling with climactic aftershocks that were delicious, sweet, better than any sensation that she had ever felt. She had her answer as to what sort of a freak would get off on being transformed: a filthy mutant slut like her; a slut that loved the feel of her huge balls hanging between her legs, of three heavy tits on her chest, a nice big cock growing from her back, the cooling slickness of her own cum covering her body. "I'm a slut," whispered Esther softly, almost proudly. A delicious, satisfying sensation spread through her loins and manhood. It made Esther wonder what it would feel like to actually fuck another person. Not make love, fuck. Making love was, to her mind, a soft, gentle, loving, sweet thing that people with feelings for each other did. Fucking was something that whores and sluts did because they fucking loved the way it felt. A chilly wind began to pick up, raising goosebumps on Esther's skin. She sunk into the water, letting the flow rinse the cum off of her body. She didn't feel horny any more, but now there was another odd ache in her belly. "Damn. It looks like we'll have to cut things short and head back to Regina, Maxine. Looks like rain," the quasi-minotaur said with a sigh, giving her limbless companion a hug. "Ah, don't worry about it, it's almost lunchtime anyway," Maxine said, rather loudly, "I've been looking forward to those grilled hamburgers all week." "Did I not have enough beef for you?" Horns teased, cleaning her friend up and placing her back into the backpack that made Maxine easier to carry in comfort. Esther stopped paying attention as they two began to leave upon realizing what the ache in her belly was. Hunger. She hadn't eaten anything solid since lunch the previous day. In fact she was downright ravenous. As the two left, Esther slowly crept out of her place in the reeds, following along behind them at a distance. -o- Esther leaned against the wall of the alley, panting hard. Even with her altered muscles it was still hard work carrying around her huge balls. She could swear they'd gotten bigger while she'd been in the pond. They didn't hang any lower, but they seemed to fill much more of her ballsack than they used to. And not only was she hauling around bigger balls, but she was also sporting three huge tits that bounced pleasantly whenever she walked, as well as a throbbing erection that just about smacked her in the back of her head every time she took a step. Despite having just masturbated in the pond, Esther's body was already horny again and eager for more. The two girls that she'd been following were probably long gone. But then again, Esther already knew where the Regina shelter was, and could make her way there on her own. Once it was clear that she'd most definitely lost them, Esther had slipped back into the familiar alleyways between mansions and estates; after all the other alleys had stinky things like dumpsters and garbage cans. The alleys she was familiar with were clean and swept out at least twice a weak, meaning that Esther could take a seat on her titanic testicles and take a breather. Despite the effort it took, Esther found that she rather enjoyed walking. The discomfort she'd felt earlier had vanished. The bits of sunshine that filtered through the darkening clouds above felt delicious on her bare skin. The pavement and cobblestones beneath her feet oddly didn't bother her in the slightest. Every step made her breasts jiggle, her balls swing, and her cock sway. Her clean, pristine state had already been ruined by the plentiful lubrication that leaked from her male and female sexes alike. To Esther's surprise she found that she didn't really care. A small smile appeared upon her face as she cupped two of her heavy breasts, feeling their wonderful weight. "Goddess, I love tits," she murmured, leaning back to press her member against the wooden fence behind her, resting her head atop the tip of her cock, delighting in the sensation of gooey warmth upon the back of her head. She moaned softly as one of the nipples upon her head encountered her warm, slick pre and delighted in the sensation as she felt nipple and cockhead rub against one another. Mmm... and why not allow the mere nipples on her head to blossom out into full breasts? That would feel even better. More sensitive tit-flesh to rub, to caress, to bounce while she walked. She could just picture herself with tits growing from her head, how sexy they looked. They looked much nicer than the bald head with nipples she sported at the moment. Esther thought it made her look kind of like a soccer ball. She began to rub the large, elongated nipples of her normal breasts as she felt a warm sensation spread over her skin, followed by a pleasant tingle. "I am such a fucking freak..." Esther whispered softly, "A horny, mutant sex-fiend." She moaned as a spike of pleasure went though her as she spoke the words. "A fucking mutant freak sex-fiend that loves to talk dirty... such a dirty, dirty whore I am. Goddess, I wish I got do something with this third tit of mine, left all alone like... ah!" Esther arched her back, her hips bucking at an incredible sensation. Faint emotions of anger and uncertainty began to stir within her, but Esther stuffed them into the dark corner of her mind that had so long held captive her lusts and fetishes, letting them grow and mutate in the darkness, taking root deep within Esther's subconscious and growing massive. Her own perversions had become wild and overgrown in her mind, and once the tiniest bit of light was cast upon them, they surged out of the darkness and strangled nearly everything else. "S'what I get for being a stuck up, sexless prig," Esther moaned as she wrapped her fingers around her elongated, teat-like nipples. "Yes! Yes! That's exactly what I want!" she cried, gripping her middle breast, positioning the long, thick nipple so that she could take it into her mouth. Tears leaked from Esther's eyes, not in sorrow or anger or fear as they had before, but from sheer contented bliss. She felt whole, she felt complete, and she felt good for perhaps the first time that she could remember. But Esther didn't want a normal girl for a lover. She wanted someone else who had undergone alterations. Someone else who could understand what it was like to have both a cock and a cunt aching for attention at the same time. Her ideal lover would need breasts and a cock at the very least, as Esther was very, very eager to suck on both. Her mouth began to water even now at the thought of slurping up delicious cum. The very idea of it seemed almost enough to bring her to climax... -o- Edna chuckled to herself, tossing the wrench she'd stolen over the fence. The Honeywells were on vacation for a few months yet, and their gardening staff left at five o'clock on the dot every day. No one would likely even notice that it was gone, and they would probably blame it on one of the laborers that hauled fertilizer around for a living or some such other undesirable. They'd probably fire them and hire a new one with little or no inconvenience to anybody. Anybody that mattered, anyway. Take control over those inferior to you, that was what Miss Dominia taught in her advanced classes. The weak willed were there to be exploited, and those lacking the resources to combat you were there for your amusement. The poor, pitiful creatures at the Regina shelter would have to buy bottled water and stink of the sexual juices that probably leaked from every pore of their filthy bodies until the pipe valves could be repaired. Of course Edna had wanted to have her private bathing suite renovated for quite some time now. It was a shame that she'd hired several plumbers from several contractors so the job would get done at a reasonable pace. Now that she'd amused herself and asserted her dominance over the freakish invaders into her neighborhood, Edna was going to go celebrate with a bit more domination, her favorite sort of domination as a matter of fact. She'd immediately recognized the shy glances and looks from her friend Madison's maid. Lower class and even lower willed. Edna had confirmed her suspicions that Olga was a girl-loving freak of nature. She'd been so eager when Edna had gotten her into a supply closet, shoved her up against the door and virtually rammed her tongue down the maid's throat. Olga was so sweet and passive, so easy to control and mold. It was not deviance on Edna's part, Olga was just there for her amusement and pleasure. In another month or so Edna was sure that she would have the maid so bound to her will that she could take her on a leash down to the seedier side of town and have Olga start whoring herself out. Edna grinned at the thought; she was already paying the maid for sex, paying her quite a lot actually. Hell, she was probably getting more for having a bit of fun with Edna every afternoon than she was as Madison's maidservant. She looked on Olga as an investment, the perfect skin, the platinum blonde hair, the stunning bust (though not quite so stunning as Edna's own), and once she had made a proper pet of her plaything she was sure that she would easily recoup her initial investment. Olga ought to be heading home in the next half an hour or so. She always took the same route, and Edna liked to surprise her somewhere along the way. Though today she had something specific in mind; she'd instructed her toy to wear a pair of vibrating panties to work and have them active all day. She wanted to make sure that her submissive little thrall had actually completed the task, rather than going home and slipping a pair on before she met Edna at the usual spot. That and she wanted to make Olga kneel in the alleyway and pleasure her in a near-public place. She'd cum so hard the last time, when she'd made Olga strip down and put on a show for her while Edna played with herself. The short, busty young woman sighed loudly in annoyance. She also had to limit her fun with Olga today because her mother wanted her in the house well before sunset, when most of the hired help started to head home. Esther hadn't come home the previous night after the protest rally at the Regina station. She'd probably snuck off to do something their mother wouldn't approve of. Edna snorted with her usual mean-spirited laugh. Esther was probably staying with some other rally goers, thinking up signs and symbols and slogans or something. She was most likely off designing leaflets or something disgustingly passive like that. Actions spoke louder than words, and none of the other girls at the rally had probably even thought of taking action like Edna had. She was rather proud of herself for showing dominance and initiative. In fact she was so proud and full of herself that she turned the corner, a self-congratulatory grin on her face and her mind so caught up in mental back-patting that she ran headlong into something soft and warm. She blinked a few times in bafflement and took a step back, her eyes going wide at the sight before her. Some transformed monstrosity had wandered into the good part of town and was intent on ruining the whole atmosphere with her sexual stink. Edna took another step back as she saw the giant puddle that had formed beneath the... she wasn't sure if she ought to call the mutant a woman, not with a cock the size of her leg. The freak wasn't one of the really gross ones that were made up entirely of breasts and cocks and other sex organs, but everything sexual about her had been blown up to obscene size. Three tits bigger than her head by a goodly margin, testicles the size of beachballs and a scrotum so big that she was sitting on it like a beanbag chair, nipples that stuck out so far the pervert could wrap her hands around them and not cover them entirely. But what really grossed Edna out was the fact that there were breasts on her head instead of hair, and they seemed to be GROWING as Edna watched. "Eww. You couldn't do that somewhere else, you fucking freakshow? Couldn't do something constructive like fondling those beachballs out in the middle of the street and get run over by a carriage or something?" Edna growled. The mutant's eyes fluttered and seemed to take a moment to focus on her. "Did you hear me, you tit-sucking bitch? I told you to get the fuck out of here! Scram! Vamoose! Hit the road and take those oversized pumpkins you call nuts with you! Nobody wants your filthy spunk messing up the place!" The woman blinked a few times and stared at Edna, the nipple she was sucking on popping from her mouth. The freak's eyes widened and she looked almost horrified. "Yeah, that's right honey; you're getting off in public. The park is like three blocks that way. You can go and jack off there to your heart's content. They have people there that deal with the messes that the freakshow will make on occasion. If you splooge on my street, you fucking rugmunching bitch, then I'm going to make you lick it up with your tongue!" She looked like she was about to say something, but Edna's words seemed to hit her like a slap to the face. Or... something else. Her head snapped back, but her hips thrust forward, a strange squishy, wet, churning sound coming from her, followed by another squishy, wet sound and an eruption of an incredible amount of semen. Edna yelped and covered her head with her arms. She didn't feel any of it go on her, as a matter of fact most of the stuff splattered onto the fence or up in the air, landing back on the mutant, who seemed to delight in it. She opened her mouth and giggled happily, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of the strong smelling stuff. "Goddammit it, you clumsy cunt!" Edna cursed, "Do you fucking know how much these clothes are worth? If you'd gotten anything... on... them..." Edna's words trailed off as the mutant's expression turned angry and she stood up. Edna's big mouth had gotten her into trouble again. The woman had looked smaller sitting down, especially with those overlarge assets. She loomed over Edna, who stood essentially face to cum-covered breast with her. "I thought I beat calling me clumsy out of you when you were twelve, dickhead!" Esther snarled. Edna's eyes went wide. She sputtered, her mind working to match up the voice and the facial features of her sister up with the towering transformee that stood in front of her. "Y-you're not..." Edna stammered. She'd always found herself uncomfortable with mutant freaks, Esther had always tried to gross out her little sister with pictures of them from magazines or the newspaper. Edna had always harbored a fear that she might be attacked by one of them. They were almost like wild animals, after all. Unable to control their sexual urges. "Don't believe me, you sawed-off little dickhead?" Esther said, taking a step forward, her angry face suddenly breaking out into a smile, eyes gleaming with a wicked idea. "That might work... it might be just the right size for my pussy now..." "W-what?" Edna stammered, taking a step back, her designer shoe slipping in her sister's thick, slick seed, sending her sprawling onto all fours. Edna yelped as bits of semen splattered onto her blouse and skirt. Not to mention her hands were soaked with the stuff. "Oh yuck!" she virtually squeaked. "Oh it's only going to get worse!" Esther said with a giggle. Edna looked up to see her sister turning away from her. No, not turning away from her, spinning; spinning very fast. Esther's hefty ballsack struck Edna right in the face, sending her sprawling, the thick puddle of seed cushioning her landing somewhat. "Oh goddess, it's in my hair!" she murmured as she lay on her back, somewhat stunned. "It's going to be more than your hair, little sister! I know how you just ADORE your hair like the dedicated little slut you are. Making sure it's all perfect, not a hair out of place. So let me help you with a nice cream rinse!" Edna stared up blankly at Esther as her sister stood over her and turned. Edna opened her mouth to protest as those two huge balls rested down atop her legs. They were so big and heavy, they pinned her in place. She had no idea what Esther was going to do. Edna gawked in horror at the three foot long cock that was dripping a mix of semen and precum down onto her designer blouse. Edna sat up and tried to shove her sister off, but she couldn't get a good grip on Esther's cum-covered skin. Her hands just slid off and allowed the mutant to grab her by the hair. "Be gentle!" Esther said with a giggle, "This is my first time, after all!" Edna hadn't even noticed what lurked between her sister's legs. She hadn't gotten a good look at it. It was weird and swollen and thick, everything oversized. It looks more like some plastic-molded sex toy than an actual set of genitals. "No! No! NO!" Edna cried out, struggling against Esther's grip. But her sister was always the stronger one, and her alterations had made her bigger and stronger still. The hot, sweet, musky scent was overwhelming as Esther buried her sister's face in her netherlips. Then not merely into her netherlips, as eager muscles took hold and pulled her head into Esther's massively oversized cunt. Edna's scream was muffled and the sweet juices of her sister's pussy flowed into her mouth. She choked and sputtered, trying to draw breath. It was like being smothered with a warm, wet pillow soaked in honey. Her arms flailed around, trying to find something to grab hold of, to help Edna pull herself out. But all that she found was her sister's cock. Edna gripped it with both hands and squeezed as tightly as she could, trying to crush it and cause Esther pain. But instead of an agonized cry, Esther moaned with delight. "Goddess, you're such a whore, sis; taking my virginity like this and all." She said with a giggle. "Mmm... turns out I've been right all these years, your head makes a WONDERFUL dick!" Esther yanked Edna's hair back, pulling her partially out of her sopping cunny, allowing Edna to take in a gasping breath before shoving her back in again. "We've been doing this all wrong, you dickhead, this isn't something to get grossed out by and be afraid of. This feels fucking awesome! I wish you could feel what it was like to have these... mmm... these huge, sexy, sensitive tits and these gigantic, massive balls, and especially what it would be like to have something shoved into your big, puffy pussy." An incredible amount of warm, wet, sticky fluid poured from Esther's cunt, around Edna's head, seeming to saturate her entire body with its filth. It even got into her mouth and Edna was forced to swallow it. It... didn't taste bad. It tasted pretty good actually. But she didn't want it forced into her like this. Especially since it made her feel funny, it made her feel all tingly wherever it touched. Edna tried to pull away, but Esther's vaginal muscles were too strong. All she could manage was to pull her head out far enough to draw in another gasping breath before Esther tightened her grip and pulled her back in. But the hold they had on Edna's head wasn't so tight that it was painful. It actually felt... kind of comforting. "No, no, no!" Edna screamed, her words muffled once more. She felt an unknown force taking hold of her body, seizing the faint pangs of arousal she'd had while thinking of Olga and ramping them up. Edna's body was turning against her as she felt her own sex moisten, her own nipples growing erect, then not merely growing erect, but actually growing. "It started with my chest, a weird swelling..." Esther said softly, rubbing her hands over her three cum-covered tits. She reached beneath her shirt, tearing the garment away and tossing it aside. She gasped, sucking in more of her sister's pussy juice as she did so, as her other hand felt her breasts. Unlike Esther, Edna had not denied the urges of her body. She sought to master them rather than allow them to master her, as Esther's obviously had. She was quite familiar with the feel and sensitivity of her gorgeous breasts, and they were far larger and more sensitive than she remembered. Another gasp as she found why her bra had suddenly become so ill-fitting: much like Esther, Edna now sported a third breast that had appeared between her original two. Edna began her struggles anew, lashing out as best she could, trying to get purchase on her sister's cum-slicked body in order to attain the leverage she needed to pull away. She wasn't going to let her sister turn her into another freakish mutant slut like her! Edna squirmed as thinking the words made her feel... well, it felt like having Olga give her pussy a good hard tonguing. Edna howled in rage as her body betrayed her and she tried punching the two massive orbs in front of her. Esther grunted with the first impact, but began to giggle as Edna threw ineffectual punches that served only to heighten her pleasure, as her femsex began to tighten in time with each blow. "Having fun with my balls, sis? I just love how you're paying attention to them. I bet you're rubbing mine all over because you're jealous you don't have a set of your own. But don't be upset, that's what came next for me after my tits..." Edna's body tensed and she forcibly bucked her hips, cramming her head so deep into Esther that she felt her sister's netherlips down upon her shoulders, gripping her neck tightly. But oddly going in deeper allowed Edna to breath easier. Physically at least. Metaphorically Edna was not breathing easy as a new sensation began building in her loins, just ahead of her clit. Pressure began to build in her panties as something new grew forth from her body and rapidly began to swell. Edna's hand darted beneath her skirt, slipping into her panties in time to cup her new golf ball sized testicles. The sensation made her moan and she found herself fondling them with one hand, the other rubbing her sister-seed soaked breast. It was horrible, frightening, disgusting. Edna couldn't believe how Esther had managed to not merely warp and deform her body, but to make it act against her as well. Her balls and tits were getting bigger by the second and Edna couldn't even put her hands in a position to try and free herself. She managed to coax her head halfway out, and that felt rather weird. It was like someone had run a finger up her spine, but all over her head. "Then I felt my innermost desires coming out, making me behave like the cum-guzzling, cock-sucking, tit-licking, mutant freakshow fucking sex-fiend that I really am!" Edna and Esther both seemed to quiver with pleasure at her words. "But I don't know what it will be like for you. You've always been a whore, always slutting up your appearance. And you've always been an idiot and a dickhead, so I have no idea what's going to happen with you. That was the part that really freaked me out, letting all the things I wanted hidden boiling to the surface. The first thing I did was lick up all the cum I sprayed out from my first climax. But you've got a better deal, don't you?" Edna whimpered softly, getting her face free to her nose, but the air felt cold and uncomfortable on her skin after the sweet, wet warmth of her sister's depths. Her tits were as big as Esther's now, and her balls had caught up to them in size. Esther had been right, they felt so good. So wonderfully, terribly good. And Edna found herself wanting to lap up Esther's juices. Her tongue poked from her lips and began to instinctively lap at Esther's golf ball-sized clitoris. Edna was rewarded for her effort by a tightening of Esther's pussy muscles that felt... rather nice. Kind of like a hug mixed with Olga sucking on her nipple. The delicious, tingly sweetness spread across Edna's tongue and she found herself shoving her head back into her sister, eager to get closer to the source. "Y-yeah, you're an old pro at licking pussy aren't you? H-hanging out with Maude and Marion at school. Creepy fucking twins. Everybody knows how into each other they are, and I bet they taught you a thing or two. Goddess, I'm so jealous. But I guess I don't have to be, eh sis? We're going to fuck all the time now, I'm sure. You'd just love that, wouldn't you, you fucking ditzy dickhead?" Edna's body arched and she crammed her head as far as it would go into her sister. It felt good this time, so very, very good. Better than rubbing her balls, better than playing with her breasts, better even than having Olga's untrained tongue practice what the Merryside twins had taught her. It was even better than having the twins sucking on her nipples and fingering her, working over her clit with a buzzing little egg shape. Her balls and breasts were getting so big now, they were beginning to push Esther's aside. She supposed she ought to feel cramped, ought to find it hard to breathe. But it all felt so natural, so comfortable. She couldn't imagine anything better in the world than having her head stuffed into her sister's big, sopping, sweet, drooling pussy, lapping up her sweet juices while Esther's muscular womanhood massaged her so sweetly. "Mmm... that's a good dickhead." Esther giggled as Edna's struggles ceased. She leaned back and turned her head, lapping hungrily at her dick. "Goddess you feel so good, sis. We should've fucked ages ago. Don't you think?" Her incestuous lover could only murmur softly in agreement as building sensation drove all thoughts from her head. She loved the way her body felt now, her massive breasts so soft and sensitive to the touch, her ballsack so smooth and sweet to rub, the weight of her sister's own sack atop her own feeling so delightful. But what felt the best was her head, oddly enough. She couldn't have ever imagined she'd feel anything like this. She ran her tongue up and down her sister's walls, stopping for a few moments at the bottom to give some attention to her clitty, loving the way it made her wiggle and squirm. It made her feel all tingly inside from her head down to her groin and into her balls. Her fear and anger faded away until the memory of them baffled her. Why had she ever been afraid of something that felt so good? Why would she be angry for having her sexy big sister show her these fun things? She licked faster and faster, giggling as she made it hard for Esther to talk. "Oh goddess, oh sis, oh you fucking dickhead... th-that's all you're good for. Using your head for a f-fucking dick... you d-dickhead you're g-gonna m-make me... c-c-c..." -o- Esther's pussy clamped down hard, forcefully pulling her sister in as deep as she could go and latching onto her tightly as she climaxed. Esther felt her balls release their bountiful burden, and then felt Edna's own balls beneath her own do much the same. "CUUUUUUUUUUUUM!" Esther howled as she did so, her cock erupting with it even as more was pumped into her hungry womb. Her climax felt like it went on forever and ever until finally the jets of seed slowed to a mere dribble and only the faintest twinges of pleasure. Esther stood, her sister's head parting from her cunt with a wet, sticky sound. She grinned as she looked down at Edna. They definitely looked like sisters again, each of them with similar porn star-ish versions of their original features, each of them with the same trio of huge, heavy tits and equally massive balls. Ever the slutty deviant that Esther had always pegged her for, Edna balls and knockers were bigger than her own, a lot bigger. But that was where the similarities of their changes ended. Instead of having a big cock growing from the base of her spine and a myriad of tits growing from her bald head, Edna featured both in one. A dickhead now in body as well as mind and attitude. Her face remained, but her head and neck had transformed into a cock. The purple-red head started just above Edna's eyebrows. "See? I always said you were a dickhead," Esther teased. Edna giggled in an airheaded fashion, a vacant look in her eyes. "I'm a dickhead!" she said proudly, shivering as the slit atop her skull dribbled with precum, clearing out the remainder of the seed. Esther offered her sister a hand, helping her get to her feet. Edna wrapped her arms around Esther in a hug, pressing their six tits tightly together and making their cum-slicked balls rub up against one another. The elder sister leaned down, kissing the younger deeply. Edna moaned and quivered, her cock-head erupting with thick jets of seed that covered the both of them. Both sisters enjoyed it, bathed in it, rubbed it over one another and themselves. Esther broke the kiss and grinned at her pet Dickhead. "Goddess, you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen." Edna giggled, "Big sister sex-fiend!" she murmured as she ran her tongue up Esther's cheek, swallowing the seed she found there, teasing one of her sister's head-breasts and coming to a stop on her temple where she suckled on something that Esther had not noticed. It felt just like her cock, only smaller, and as she reached up with a hand she found another one on the opposite side. A pair of curved cocks, always erect, jutting from her temples like a pair of demonic horns. "Sex-fiend!" she replied with a giggle. "Sex-fiend and Dickhead!" Edna said, giggling as well. Esther's belly rumbled rather loudly and she recalled why she had trailed after the two Regina girls. "Mmm... as fun as it would be to stay here and cuddle, my dear Dickhead, I'm starving." A grin spread across her face. "The servants should all be on their way home right now, and the cook should have prepared a big dinner to eat whenever we like." Esther began to help her pet out of the scraps of her torn blouse. "Plus we're probably going to have to cut that skirt off of you. I don't think we'll be able to squeeze it over the top and definitely not down the bottom. So what do you think, sis, should we stop in and say hello to Mommy?" Edna grinned and nodded rapidly, "Sex-fiend, Dickhead, and Mommy is...?" Esther placed her arm around her sister's shoulders, "Well, considering all the crap we got our heads filled with at that school, I think Mommy is a dick for sending us there. What do you think?" "Mmmhmm. Mommy is a dick," Edna agreed. "A big, sexy, drooling dick..." Esther murmured, her mind already thinking as to what sort of alterations would best suit Estelle as the two transformed sisters waddled home.
(F tf multiple bovine-human hybrid forms, BE, Lactation) RHE is an organisation not many will recognize the name of. Founded by a great sorceress simple known as 'Moth', it was designed originally to do experiments on humans to hybridize them using transformative magics. When Moth left the organisation to be autonomous; it settled into a role providing easily digested food for the less fortunate. Using various mammalian traits and inducing a state of constant lactation, they created and shipped out specialized milk around the world. They outsourced materials and equipment from multiple countries and the RHE base of operations is a remote, privately owned island, so they remain mostly hidden. With many homes on the island now, it had formed a community of various odd half-humans. Busty women sporting large breasts, multiple breasts, udders, or all of the above. Few forms overlapped one another because RHE was always testing new transformations and improving existing ones. Most of the island was a valley, but the north end raised up into gentle foothills, and then steep hillsides and cliffs surrounded the outer edge of the island, hiding its contents from ships that may pass it on chance. The RHE facilities were on the elevated north end, while the homes of all the happy test subjects are down in the valley, connected across the grassy plains by shale stone paths. Dr. Julie Hedgewall clinked the nail of her index against some old vials, watching the contents carefully to see their consistency as they sloshed in their glass prisons. "A lot of these are really old, shouldn't we throw them away? Don't they expire?" Morgan LaFey shook her head. She was sitting at a desk, using her feet to kick herself in circles on her rotating chair as she read over notes on an enchanted onyx slate. "Tinctures. If they were potions they would eventually fizzle out and be basically benign; you might get a tummy ache from drinking it but that is about it. Tonics will absolutely make you sick if you let them expire, but they do last for a decent period of time. Tinctures however are almost entirely magic based- they remain in stasis permanently. Unless you exposed them to a mana vacuum that drew the mana they are charged with out of them- they will never expire." Julie has been working with RHE for some time now, but she handled the research end, so she usually only seen test subjects from pictures taken by other staff. Morgan on the other hand frequently checked up on the subjects personally and did a lot of the leg work, administrating chemical doses to new subjects and she was the first responder if anything ever went wrong. Morgan knew enough that she was not lost on the language of the researchers, but she was more of a traditional doctor- she is a trained healer. Julie had a mane of huge golden curls she always kept tied back, but the curls were so voluminous that the ponytail fanned out into more of a huge ball on her upper back. The arms of her round glasses were linked together by a fine steel chain, and the lenses were so thick it was almost like having magnifying glasses strapped to her face. If anyone else attempted to look through them they wouldn't be able to see anything- Julie couldn't see anything without them. Her eyes were a beautiful cyan, but if you looked at them closely her pupils had a bit of forest green around them where the blue pigment was not layered. She was quite petite and her breasts only a B cup you could not actually see at all through the too-big lab coat she had draped over her shoulders. Her voice was soft and dry sounding, making her hard to hear sometimes. RHE had not gotten any new volunteers in some time and were not being proactive in their searching either, because there output was already where they wanted it. This however gave the research end of the staff very little to do. Julie got the idea in her head that she would retire from the researcher role and become one of her own experiments- joining the test subjects to live in their busty paradise. The vials she looked through are old ones created during or shortly after Moth left RHE. The racks were long and narrow, sliding out of the wall. Each vial had a tiny metal disk in the top and bottom, and the rack itself was magnetic, causing the vials to float between the two metal rods that made up the rack- so nothing was physically touching the vials to disturb them, they were suspended in a magnetic field. Julie did not want to take just any old potion, because she already knew first hand the results of their own research. She was looking through Moth's abandoned projects in hopes of seeing a line of thought they had not yet followed. She stopped when he prodded a vial idly and seen its color change. She tapped it again and seen the change of color was not settled material re-mixing, but the liquid itself was reacting to her touch. Her contact was changing its color. She spun it around to look at the label. "Gummy? Like the candy?" Morgan hummed in thought and used her slate to look up records of the 'gummy' vial. "It was developed by Moth herself, its neural-reactive. It translates signals from your neurons into instructions for your composite genes while keeping your stored DNA as a base sample, intact." "So... it allows you change at will? Wait! Does that mean you can turn back to a normal human?!" Morgan shrugged. "Yes? In theory. No one knows- that tincture was never actually tested. That is why its with the rest of those archived potables. It also isn't even transformative on its own, the tincture was for the medium, you would also need an extract for the desired animal traits for it to pull from. I guess that is why it was given the name gummy- it makes your form more malleable, like a gummy." Julie smiled and pulled the vial out of the magnetic field. "W-wait, you are going to use that one? On yourself?" Julie nodded. "It is sorted under finished tinctures, so it was complete, just untested. Moth was a brilliant mind, I trust her. Research is all about trying new things anyway. Failing often tells us just as much as succeeding." "But, its your body we would be gambling." Julie paused at that, her mind going to old memories, but she did not want to bring up old scars again. "Everything has its cost." A week had passed since then, and now Dr.Hedgewall found herself moving into the valley, as subject 100; as a result she was immediately given the nickname Cent. She finished her formula and injected herself with it as she slipped into her new home. Being the most recent, her home was the furthest out so she had to be careful to avoid everyone else swarming her. Julie would introduce herself to them eventually, but, hopefully one at a time. All of her things had already been moved in so the boxes were stacked up in the middle of the living room for her to start unloading. The house already had bluetooth speakers set up around it, so she just placed her phone on the counter in the kitchen and streamed music through the house as she twirled around and did a little dance as she pulled out and placed items. Julie did not even notice since she was so busy concentrating on where to place items and visualizing her home's setup- whenever she stepped too far from a speaker her ears stretched a bit and developed muscle in their base to allow them to pivot. Little by little after an hour of wandering back and forth around the house she had leaf shaped cow ears! They automatically turned to track sound, allowing her to hear her music from further away. Julie finally noticed when her glasses slid off her face when she bent down to pick something up- because her ears were pulled forward, so the crook of the arms on her glasses did not catch on them. Julie scurried to the bathroom to use the mirror and examine her ears. "Fully bovine, but only my ears and nothing else? Out of any traits you would assume I would get increased bust first, since it is the only thing consistent across all test subjects..." She leaned closer to the mirror while rubbing her fingers on her ears when she was hit with a feeling so suddenly she nearly bowed forward and cracked her head on the mirror. "Ahaaah~ never mind. Spoke too soon..." She leaned back and thrust her chest out a bit, looking down at it. She could feel warmth and a strange subdued pleasure in her chest. Her breasts were developing so fast internally that it almost felt like they were growing inverted into her chest, but it was just materials and fat mass building up. Her nipples were forced to full erection, and her breasts started to rise up like dough in an oven. A tingle shot down her spine though and caused Julie to arch her back even steeper as her tail bone started to extend and develop an actual tail at the same time. She groaned from stimulus overload and wedged a thumb under the waist of her pants to pull it down enough in the back to make sure the tail did not get trapped as it formed. Her finger joints clicked though, feeling tremendously stiff all of a sudden. Before she could bring her hands up to examine them her feet started to stretch, causing her balance to be forced to the front of her feet, causing her to topple forward and need to catch herself on the sink. By the time she glanced in the mirror her lips had turned from red to pink and the coloration was advancing up to her nose! A concentrated pressure popped in her forehead and two drops of blood traced lines down either side of her face as small horns broke the surface! "Haah! Oh-hoh... Gods. Whyyy~ah. Why all of a sudden everything at once?!" The fabric of her shirt started to stretch out as her breasts swelled bigger and rounder. The fabric was pulled so firmly over them that her nipples and even the faint outline of her areola were visible through the fabric. The underside of her breasts became more and more exposed as the fabric struggled to cover her. A long narrow tail lashed around behind her but lacked a tassel or any fur covering yet, and her hands and feet were an orchestra of clicks and snaps as they compressed and stretched into cloven hooves! Julie's brain was buzzing with all the feelings and changes going on all at once! She did not even realize when she moaned it was more of a moo. Her shoulders rotated forward more, and her hips popped loudly expanding and becoming boxy in form. Her face started to stretch out, causing her to moo several more times, each time progressively deeper. Her neck thickened and with especially hollow pops her rib cage expanded greatly, causing her shirt to tear in the back, getting flung into the sink by her now massive breasts! Julie tried to get up off the sink but could not, and only managed to slide off onto the floor- her limbs were locked in a four legged stance! She looked up and seen the cupboard below the sink slowly get lower- her entire body growing in size now! It was so hard to think! So many feelings! Julie's mind went blank- she could not remember anything else from that day. When Julie woke up she was in the living room, topless. Her sweat pants were very loose on her from being stretched out by the rump of a cow! She frantically looked herself over but she seemed completely human! She had somehow temporarily become a full cow... except instead of an udder she had huge boobs on her chest? What an odd change. Julie started to change into a different outfit. "What triggered the change though? It all seemed to come on at random. And then apparently reverted when I was unconscious?" After getting dressed again she seen it was night, wandering over to a window to look out at the grassy fields tinted blue under the moonlight. She could hear music playing a distance away, and seen shadows of people around a pool. They were having a bit of a night party. Some of the women were real night owls. Julie decided to slip out and check out the party. She had just come to, so she was wide awake now, and there would be less people around at night than day- maybe no one will even notice she is the new girl on the block. There was one male hybrid- subject 66. He was in charge of tending to a portion of the bigger female population- giving them sexual stimulus to induce lactation without them ever actually being pregnant. He obviously wasn't bending them over outdoors by a public pool- it seems 66 was acting as a sort of bodyguard or escort for the ladies to make sure they did not get too rowdy in the night. There was multiple public pools for each group of homes because everyone liked to get in and cool off in them, though depending on how their bodies were modified; some sink rather than swim. Julie spotted several women around a platter of crackers, stacked with cheese and skewered together with a green olive on top. They were making a game of trying to guess which cheeses were from the outside from actual animals and which were made with milk from women on this island. Julie smirked to herself as she approached- that was easy, whichever cheese was the sweetest came from RHE island. Humans consume much more sugar than any barn animal so their milk is unusually sweet; that would carry over to any products created from the milk. Another woman clapped a hand to Julie's shoulder from behind before she got to the platter though. "Oh my gosh! Are you new?!" Julie winced, having been caught so quickly and turned to see a tiny sprite of a woman standing on the chair she had been sitting on- because she could not have reached Julie's shoulder if she were standing on the ground. Standing only four feet tall was a sheep hybrid woman! Her legs ended in tiny little cloven hooves, but her hands were fully human still. She wore a loose t shirt that was starting to go thread-bare at the bottom from constant use, but she did not wear anything on her lower body because her endowments prevented it. She had an almost entirely glossy black udder with two segments and two teats- but there was a single pink spot on the udder that encompassed her left teat. Compared to her body, her udder was giant. Sheep have small limbs so the teats of their udders face outward toward the sides rather than straight down- so their young can access them without trying to wedge their head under their parent. Each segment of this woman's udder was about the size of a watermelon, so as it flopped over in front of her legs, the udder eclipsed her limbs down to the kneecaps! It was also very taught and elastic though, so it likely did not hinder her locomotion. Under her shirt her chest had no visible breasts- though there was still a disk of fat there if you were to feel for breasts. Her areola and nipple were almost the same color as her skin so almost invisible as well, though still present. Her most immediately notable feature though was her head. Her pupils were horizontal rectangles and her hair was cream colored and wildly curly, forming a huge Afro on her head. Her hair was contained and pushed back a bit by her gigantic curled horns on either side of her head. The size of her horns made Julie wonder if her neck structure had been modified too- because their weight may give her neck problems in the long term. Her skin was mocha toned, so Julie guessed she was Philippian. "New HERE, yes. I already sort of have a good idea where everything is though." The little woman leaned closer, causing the chair she stood on to rock dangerously. "Oooh, you are so new none of your changes have taken yet." The chair tipped and fell forward. "WAH!" The small woman fell face-first into Julie's boobs! Julie half-caught her and eased her onto the ground while the subject 66 just shook his head. Julie brushed one of her horns when pulling her arms back. "You are a bit top-heavy." She slapped her udder with a loud plap. "I have plenty of weight down low too!" Julie smiled at her confidence. "But it only anchors you if you stand upright, as soon as you bend over you'll be pulled over. What is your designation number?" The woman's smile faded a moment in a look of confusion. "Oh, uh... 24. Women do not usually use numbers though, its only for the boys." Julie jumped slightly as she heard 66's voice directly behind her, as he stood uncomfortably close. "Yes, Dr. Hedgewall. You of all people should know that." Julie turned to face him, though she had to take two steps back and still had to look up to meet his face. Standing seven feet tall, 66 was a behemoth of a man. His torso wore his giant muscles like armor plates. He had two sets of pectoral muscles, shoulders and arms. His arms each ended in cloven hooves- though with four of them together he could still hold things pinched between them. His upper body bones and muscle structure was semi-bovine so when his arms relaxed they did not hang completely down, but also a bit forward like a quadruped. His head had giant bull horns that curved straight forward from his temples. His lower body looked mostly human, but as Julie created his transformative agent; she knew that was not true. Behind his heavy leather loincloth was a large hairless sheath containing a bovine phallus. And even more peculiarly, below that was not one but three scrotum, each containing two testicles- so he had six balls total, when he thrust his three sets of balls swing individually, gently slapping together like a lewd Newton's cradle. The only other thing on him that was off-human was his bovine ears, and the bridge of his nose was very wide, giving a slightly bovine shape to it. "That is Cent to you, 66." He cocked an eyebrow. "As in, a penny?" Julie rolled her eyes. "A penny is called a cent because it is 1/100th of a dollar. Cent means 100, but its easier to say than 100." She placed her fingers on his rock solid abs and nudged him back. "Anyway, we can talk some other time 66, we were having a conversation, its rude to interrupt." 66 gave a very bovine sounding snort as he jet hot air from his larger nostrils and wandered away. 24 leaned forward a bit again toward Julie. "My real name is Suzy. So... you already know 66?" "S-sort of." "Oh! come on, let me introduce you to some of my friends~!" Suzy grabbed Julie by the hand and trotted over to another test subject. Test subject 11, Esther. An older woman now, she was still quite pretty. She had the legs and all four hooves of a cow, but her arms and torso were still human structured. She had the tail, ears, and little stump horns of a cow, and her face was a partial cow muzzle- not nearly as long as an actual cow because her skull did not change structure to accommodate that much. She had fur but only on the strictly cow parts- and the white and black splotches advanced further over her body than the fur, but still not enveloping the torso. Her breasts were more pink than normal human skin, and they were also too large to carry. Her bones were enhanced to bovine built while keeping a human structure, giving her the strength of muscle and frame alike to lift her breasts, but because of balancing issues she could only heave them up a moment at a time. Each one was nearly the size of two beanbag chairs stacked together. Even with their bottoms gently resting on the grass, the breasts were almost as tall as Esther is, allowing her to lean forward and fully rest on them while still standing. Suzy went to introduce them, and Julie just timidly waved back. "Where is Jacob?" Esther was surprised she knew of her husband. "Oh, he went for a hike in the hills. He isn't much for social gatherings, heh." Suzy tilted her head. "You know Esther and Jacob?" "N-no. I know of them, but we have never met." She rubbed her temples, feeling two numb spots where the blood had drained out- she was getting horns again. "My real name is Julie Hedgewall, I am- er, I was one of the RHE researchers. I develop new iterations of the transformation tinctures, so I know of a lot of the test subjects." Suzy's eyes went wide as saucers. "Reaaally? So you know a lot of people already?" "W-well, no. I know about them and especially their transformations, but I only worked on development, not administering any of it- so I have never actually seen the subjects in person." She flinched as she felt the bone of her skull expanding forward. The spots it grew out from numbed so she could not feel it lance the flesh. Suzy pointed them out and watched then grow intently. Julie felt really awkward being watched transform- more so because she could not see this change herself since it was above her line of sight. She reached up with her hands to gently hold the base of the horns, feeling the hard material slide past her grip as they grew steadily longer. They exceeded the size of any normal cow's horns, and started to grow a bit too big even for a bull. They grew forward but then arched back and kept arching forming almost full huge circles before they finally stopped. Julie huffed with a bit of a nervous smile, bobbing her head to emphasize how heavy they were. Suzy tilted her head. "Are you part sheep too? They almost look like cow horns, but trying to be shaped like my sheep horns?" "Oh! That is it 24, er, I mean Suzy! You figured it out." "Huh?" "My tincture was experimental, and is supposed to be triggered by my mind. I haven't really figured it out yet, but it must have been triggered by me looking at your horns and wondering what it would be like to have them." "But... they are still bovine, just shaped and sized different." "Well the tincture can only pull from a pool of traits from the available genomes inside of me. I only have bovine and human." The two wandered around the party; Julie remained mostly quiet while the energetic Suzy talked her ear off about essentially nothing- she had a short attention span so her topics wandered frequently. Julie tried not to laugh at her- several times when she got really energetic talking about something or broke out laughing, she made a sound very much like the bleating of a sheep and cut herself off. Suzy seemed to be a common link between many of the test subjects in this area of the community. She introduced Julie to two subjects even Julie was unfamiliar with. One was the hulking subject 68, Ariadne. Her form was almost that of a Minotaur of mythology. She was built of lean but tight muscle, with particularly impressive abs. Her chest had two huge pink breasts, and then two smaller ones at least two cup sizes lower than the top ones. On her upper crotch was four small pink nipples like an udder had attempted to grow and failed. Her legs were bovine but longer to accommodate her human posture- her anus, vulva and tail were all bovine but her hips still human shaped to allow her to walk on two. Her neck was bovine and she had long dewlaps hanging from its underside. On her head she had cow ears, bull horns, and her lips and nose were a soft grey color and cool and moist. The bridge of her nose expanded, giving her a bovine looking face, though she lacked an actual muzzle of any sort. Ariadne's black hair was a bit dry and frayed at the ends, making it look bushy, but she was still quite beautiful. Julie's own bust was starting to change as she shadowed Suzy in the party. The area was illuminated only by tiki torches so no one else was keeping a close enough eye on them to notice, though Suzy and Julie noticed the changes. Her breasts blushed pink and swelled up, gently and slowly, giving a pleasant tingle of pleasure. Her nipples felt almost mildly itchy after a while though, which was annoying because she did not want to be caught scratching her boob. Julie was curious as to what was happening to them because they did not appear to be getting bigger, but something must be happening. It happened when she sat in a plastic chair set up by a poolside table- sitting down shook her enlarged boobs enough to finish the latest change off! Julie let out a shrill cry and cut herself off, cupping a hand to her mouth. Her nipples yanked in half and were immediately divided by breast fat that had built up behind them- but that caused all four nipples to rake quickly across the front of her shirt in four different directions, sending a sharp spike of pleasure into her unexpectedly! Suzy was again wide-eyed in awe. "So... you can't stop changing, huh?" Julie tried to slow her breathing, cupping a hand over the front of her breasts through the shirt and feeling a nipple bordering either side of each hand. "Well, I change when... oh. I see what you are saying. Actually I hadn't thought about that..." Suzy nodded slowly. "If your transformation is tied to your thoughts, you will always be changing, because you are always thinking." "Oh!" She snapped her fingers. "That is why I reverted from the changes earlier today! I fell asleep- the magic doesn't respond to unconscious thoughts or it would be utter chaos, and my conscious thoughts stopped because I was asleep." Suzy leaned forward and rest her chin on the table, starting to run out of steam herself since it was around three in the morning. "So... why did you do it? Why is one of the researchers here as a test subject? Maple did that too, about two years ago." Julie leaned back and then forward- deliberately catching the edge of the table between her sets of nipples to squish in her breasts without making it obvious. "Well I can't speak for Dr. Augustine but personally I did it as a sort of last experiment. Things were really slow in RHE lately. We aren't looking for more test subjects, and everything on the research end was basically done already. We sort of advanced ourselves into a corner. So it was looking like we would have to find another job or retire soon. I am too young for an official retirement so... I mean, nice little paradise island right here. So I took a tincture no one understood fully as a last experiment and settled in down here." Julie narrowed her eyes trying to see better in the dark, as another woman nearly fell backwards out of her chair- getting caught by someone because she was too drunk to balance herself. "Who is that?" Suzy turned around to follow her line of sight. That was test subject 93, Beryl, known for drinking often at these sort of gatherings and getting into giggling fits when she is drunk. Her head and most of her torso looked entirely untouched human. Both her entire front and rear limbs looked like slightly modified bovine though- which meant she had no hands to hold anything with. To drink she needs to cup the bottle between hoof segments of both front limbs. Her hips had become a halfway split between human and cow, so the bone was dense and large, and slightly box shape- but she could still stand upright and still had the round butt cheeks of a human. Her spinal chord got thick suddenly toward the bottom which gave the small of her back a mean curve to it. Her limbs were a bit longer than an actual cow, so she was quite tall as a result, because the elevated ankles in addition to humanoid length legs made her about six and a half feet tall- though also quite narrow for that height because most of her frame was still that of a normal human woman. Her human breasts were not especially large... at least in comparison to everyone around her. Her bust looked about a DD cup, but her pale powder brown areola had swollen outward at a much faster rate than the breasts they crowned, stretching out so far that their curvature equalized with her nipples, forming fat cones off the front of her breasts. They looked like goat teats- except they were still differently colored than the breasts they sat on, and they were still breasts, not an udder. She did have an actual udder though, growing from her upper crotch was a cow udder. Having far protruding endowments on both upper and lower body however also prevented Beryl from wearing any clothing- nothing would fit properly without rubbing irritatingly on her many sensitive bits. Her udder looked to be as large as a fully endowed Holstein, which would explain why all four of her limbs were changed- that udder needed sturdy supports to be able to lift. The fat milk veins that textured its surface trailed off quickly onto her human torso, and were about the thickness of a thumb. Because her hips were not fully bovine, the udder trailed off almost immediately by her vulva. Julie blushed a bit thinking about how that must feel. When her udder rocks, her pussy would feel it because the flesh from one trailed onto the other. Beryl also had an unusually long tail, though still bovine in form, it was about three feet long and the tassel on the end was quite bushy as well. Her hair was two-toned, growing silvery grey toward the sides but black at the top, causing the outer layer of her hair to be black but the under-layer to be grey. This matched her odd coloration on the rest of her body. Though devoid of fur, her body had the splotches of a cow- black on her pale peach toned skin, but the black spots had a solid rim of blue-grey. The coloration also helped emphasize Beryl had extremely rare eyes. Not only did she have heterochromia, causing her iris to be mismatched- but both iris were very rare colors! The only black spot she had on the skin of her head was directly over her left eye, highlighting the fact it was mismatched to the other eye. One was a pastel purple, the other a slightly green tinted blue like the ocean shallows. Julie smiled realizing that is probably why her parents named her Beryl. One eye is the color of Aquamarine, the other is Morganite- both types of beryl crystals. Suzy yawned. "Careful if you plan to talk to her, Beryl can get reclusive if you try to push her. She is sort of like a deer, you have to let her come to you. I think I am going to turn in for the night though. It was really fun meeting! Hope we can hang out lots!" Julie smiled. "I look forward to it, goodnight Suzy." Suzy slid off her chair, pausing with a huff from her udder jostling about from he impact before quietly trotting off to her home not too far away. Julie quietly made her way over to Beryl, very curious about her transformation. Beryl was not one of the tinctures Julie worked on, and she was trying to decipher the design choice of removing her hands. Esther did not have hands either, but she was subject 11- a very old subject in terms of advancements on tincture iterations. Beryl is 93, very recent. They had already developed hoof-hand hybrid forms by then, so why give her just regular old hooves? Even as she made her way over, Julie had to squirm the back of her pants down a bit to let a tail out. She immediately liked the look of Beryl's overly long bovine tail and was now growing her own! Julie smiled as she looked around at it and guided its growth out over her pants with one hand loosely cupping it. On one hand, she loved that she could potentially change however she wanted, whenever she wanted. On the other hand, she was not sure she had any control over it nor the ability to stop. It happened on its own as soon as she thought about it, and she can't not think. The other subjects settle in to their new forms and adjust their lives accordingly... but Julie can't. She is incapable of getting used to her new self, if she has a new self every couple of minutes! There was still a lot of things she was yet to understand about the prototype tincture though, so as a former researcher; Julie remained cautiously optimistic. "Hey there, I am subj- er, Julie. The new girl on the block." Julie plopped down in the chair beside Beryl who was otherwise alone. Beryl looked at her then suddenly clapped her hooves on the table and ground as if trying to catch herself. She never actually lost her balance in the first place- she must be so drunk that turning her head made her think she was falling. "Oh, hehehe, gosh. Heh. You uh... caught me at quite a time. Party and everything. I am not normally like... uh, like this. I mean. Drunk, not part cow. I am definitely always part cow. Moooo~ hehe." Her voice was not nearly deep enough to have any bovine traits to it- she made the lowing in jest. "So I see. Why were you given hooves for hands though? Did you pick out your form, or did the researchers sort of just tell you?" "I don't walk so good like a people because I am too forward. Or, no, it has nothing to do with how forward I am, I am actually kinda shy, I mean." She motioned forward with her hooves several times. "Your center of gravity." "YEA! I can stand upright but when I try to walk I usually just flop over. If I had hands, it would hurt to walk on all fours, so." "But, they can do hoof hand hybrids now. All subjects 85 or after had access to them." "Oh, well that is just because I told them to lean more... animal." Beryl immediately looked rather distant and Julie remembered what Suzy told her, and knew she had followed this conversation topic to its end. Pushing any further without letting Beryl bring it up herself would only drive her off. Once Beryl noticed she also had a super long cow tail she coiled tails with Julie like an odd handshake. Julie felt it was easier to talk to Beryl than most because she was already drunk- there was less consequences because the odds of offending her were slim. Beryl started to nod off while sitting up still so Julie offered to walk her home. When they stood up she noticed that they had both grown a bit while sitting! Julie's breasts were the same enlarged size but now her shirt was stretched even further forward by the expansion of her nipples into proper teats, and then large fat teats. Her areola got very swollen looking too, so that change was likely induced from looking at Beryl's goat-like teats on her human breasts. Julie was wearing a top unlike Beryl though, so the teats were jammed into the front and bent sideways a bit, unable to fit. Beryl's udder also looked bigger, and especially her teats had both engorged fatter, but also had gotten unusually long! Another curiosity Julie wanted to figure out. It would be normal for the teats to get fatter as the milk reservoir filled, but not longer. When Beryl tried to open her door, her hooves slipped and she bopped her head on the door instead. Julie was having a hard time not laughing at the clumsy bovine woman. She helped Beryl into her home and to her bed, but Beryl was so tired and drunk she practically just fell forward, unintentionally pinning Julie down to her bed under her! Beryl cooed softly as her teats compressed into Julie's through her shirt, and immediately made it wet as the compression forced milk out. "Oooh, so... soft~ your boobies are even boobier than mine, hehe." Beryl fell asleep almost instantly, slumping off to the side more. When Julie went to slip out from under her though, she grabbed onto Julie and softly pulled her in like grasping for a teddie bear. Julie was a bit nervous, not sure what to do in this situation, but she was tired too... so she decided to just stay here. Cuddled up with Beryl, Julie just fell asleep at her house. Not at all something Julie would have ever considered doing in the past, but it was very late, and it had been a weird day. Julie woke up first the next day, once again finding herself fully human again. She was both shocked and a little aroused when she went to move and realized her legs were partially pinned in place! Beryl was no longer cradling her, but her udder had grown considerably and took up the space between Julie's legs and softly pinned them down! One of her long teats was wedged up against Julie's crotch, pressing on her pussy through her pants! The udder must have been modified with an elasticity gene, allowing it to increase its size and storage capacity greatly, then shrink back when emptied. Beads of white already dotted the surface of the teats though- even with her expanded capacity she was overloaded. Julie was not sure if her disgruntled groans in her sleep were from Julie trying to squirm out from under the giant milk bag or from irritation at her being overfull... or both. She swatted Julie in the face with her long tail as she finally shimmied out from under Beryl- that was definitely on purpose. While asleep her brain's autopilot will swat at any annoyances with her tail- the way a cow would smack an annoying fly. Julie would have just slipped out of the house quietly and left but, she kept glancing at the overfull udder. Beryl was showing no signs of waking up and she was starting to leak onto her poor bed. If she completely soaks the mattress her entire bed will need changing. A mattress fully drenched in milk is basically ruined- even if you dry the liquid mass there is still too much other minerals and nutrients that will remain trapped in the fabric. There was as many voices in Julie's head telling her not to do it as there were telling her to do it, but she was already doing things she never would have, might as well roll with it. With any luck Beryl still won't wake up and thus not know anything. She crawled carefully over the bed to Beryl and her huge udder. Calcium was good for the bones, and Julie is hungry. She would still have to be strategic about this- there was physically no way she could hold that much milk in her to actually empty Beryl or her stomach lining would rip from the sheer weight of the liquid mass. Even the bed was having a hard time keeping Beryl up, the mattress was sunken in so far in the middle the sides were practically standing upright. Her breasts and all four segments of her udder- each has its own reservoir of milk, so Julie would need to empty enough from all six to stop them from leaking. She started with the udder. Her teats were so thick and long it was almost like sucking a featureless penis. Even though it made it awkward to suck, Julie still forced the entire length into her mouth just so she could press her lips at the base, against the taught rubbery flesh of the udder's surface. Gently pressing her face into the soft mass. Beryl still showed no signs of waking- if anything her sleep looked even more sound now. Julie made a return trip to some teats, making sure they were all evenly drained enough to stop leaking, but not taking too much from any of them because she could only drink so much. The breasts were the most awkward and Julie's face was bright red the whole time. The teats on her breasts were so massively thick that they were difficult to suck on properly, and to get to them, she had to bring her own head much closer to Beryl's sleeping face. Julie slipped away again once she was done easing the pressure and couldn't help but smile at the peaceful sleeping half cow. Beryl's pale skin between her black spots almost glowed in the sunlight coming through the sunroof in her bedroom like a spotlight. Both the udder flesh and her regular skin looked so powder soft in the bright light. So jiggly and smooth. Most of the visible mass of mammaries are entirely just fat, but if you were to ask Julie what made them attractive, she could go on for hours listing different factors. As a gene specialist research scientist, Julie could go into molecular detail about the thousands of things that make these bodies beautiful. The originals, hybrids, and even the beasts they are derived from. Each and every one of the people here were like a living scientific milestone, and walking work of art at the same time. As Julie was about to leave the house though, she had to brace herself on the door frame. The weight in her gut seemed to shift and divide, and the second weight forcing itself outward a bit lower. Much more solid than the liquid in her, it was tissue expansion. She pulled her shirt up with one hand and her pants down a bit with the other and seen teats quickly forming on her upper crotch so fast that it almost looked like someone inflating one of those long narrow balloons! Once the size of four fat fingers, four mounds started to push up under them, at first looking like areola, but the pinkening flesh expanded outward faster than forward, eventually uniting into one huge patch. Her legs buckled a bit from the odd and pleasurable feeling of milk veins spreading and expanding quickly, dragging a bit of the pink skin away from the udder slightly with their bulge. Even her human nipples tingled with pleasure a moment, but they did not appear to change at all. It may have just been her body sending a hormonal signal to start lactating. The muscle ribbing of the udder did not form yet so while they were four teats that started on four hills, they grew out as one large sphere! A soft hill, then half a basketball, then a full medicine ball in size. Now like someone pulling a string tight across its surface, the four segments defined themselves as the muscle ribs of the udder formed to help it keep its shape. She stopped growing a bit smaller than Beryl's endowments, but very much still a full cow udder. Julie placed a hand softly on the top, and pat it several times increasingly hard- making a loud plap each time because her hand cupped air in the groove. She rolled onto her toes and then back fully again, huffing at the feeling of the udder's weight slosh against her crotch. At least she could not grow out of control- she only had the genes of a regular cow in her, so at absolute most she could only grow a regular sized cow udder. The only way it could get bigger is if her human mammary mass transferred over. When she let her shirt drop it partially covered the top of the udder, and her pants hugged the bottom curve. Half the udder and all four teats were basically exposed to the open air, which made her shiver a bit as she finally stepped outside again. As Julie walked back toward her house, she could not stop idly touching her udder. She was feeling rather frisky. A lot of these transformations were pleasurable, and exciting besides. Well, there was one other luxury to living down in the valley she hadn't tried yet. Julie spotted 66 laying on a towel beside the pool, tanning. The whole reason for males on the island is to keep things sexually charged to keep the milk flowing. 66 felt the sun getting blocked and opened his eyes to see Julie's udder lazily swinging. She had one foot on either side of his lower body, giving him the best view of it. "Woah. What's up doc?" "What are you, a rabbit now? What do you think is up, Barrus? You up for a little sweaty fun?" He blushed a little and let out a half-laugh. "Uh. I suppose. That is why I am here." Julie rest a hand on his shoulder preventing him from standing completely up. "You know you can say no though, right? Your body was designed to give and receive pleasure in equal measures. I can handle myself if you don't want in." Barrus grabbed her hand and made her help him up. He furrowed his brow a bit at the feeling, her hand was oddly cool, but the sun was already high and the day was warm. Barrus followed Julie back to her place and she wasted no time in kicking off her shoes, then pants as she went toward the bedroom. She plopped down on the end of the bed, and when Barrus paused in front of her she nodded toward him, indicating she wanted him to lose the loin cloth- his only article of clothing. Barrus snorted lightly. "We have an odd relationship, eh?" "It is only weird if you make it. You were just struggling to find your way, and picked the wrong swindle. No one regards you any differently for it, so you might as well just leave it in the past yourself." She placed a hand on her udder and rolled it up a bit. "Lower body only, don't use your phallus. Those are my terms." The reason Barrus knew Dr. Hedgewall's name already was because he once applied for a research position in RHE. He was not qualified however- and had lied several times on his resume, thinking he could fake it till he makes it. This created a problem for him and RHE, because they found him out and he was not getting a job. But also he then knew about their operations on the island and they needed to make sure he never so much as whispered about it in the outside world. The solution was simple- they made him a test subject, so now he does have a job, and he can't tell the outside world because he cannot leave the island. This made Barrus agree to things all of the time- even before considering his own emotions on the matter, because deep down he has always thought of himself as a prisoner. Lying on a resume, especially for a medical position is very much illegal. But the other subjects aren't aware that even happened, and RHE basically forgot about it as soon as he was signed up for a test subject position. So Barrus was the only one punishing Barrus. Julie plopped down fully laying on the bed with her legs off the end, and Barrus knelt down to tend to her moist pussy. He used his broad nose to nudge her udder up, wedging his forehead against the soft rubbery curvature of its lower end. He had to be careful with his horns since they went straight forward, anything he looked toward had the potential to get skewered. Looking at her vulva now, his horns were on either side of her udder, sort of cradling the top curvature. He could tell she was already aroused going into this. Every time he snorted out a jet of air she cooed at the feeling of it tickling the underside of her new udder. Barrus had a partially bovine tongue too, which meant it was quite large. He was an experienced romancer at this point, so he took his time working up to that. Kissing her labia first, then pushing deeper in with his lips, nudging her clit with his cool nose, and then spearing her on his tongue. Julie immediately started squirming at the sensation and crossed her legs around his head, locking him into her crotch. There was a knock at the door, and Julie breathlessly called over. "Twenty five." Morgan answered from the other side. "Twenty five minutes it will be then." Morgan had come to check up on Julie, since she was a test subject now, and Morgan's job was to make sure everyone was tended to. Since Julie was hugging him with her legs, he had to put two arms up on the end of the bed to brace himself, the other two on the floor to hold himself up. For a moment he went wide eyed, feeling like his face had somehow started to penetrate her. He had to move his head back as much as her legs allowed, because her labia were now bigger- both inner and outer! Blushing bright pink with arousal and shiny with lube both from inside her clenching pussy and from his mouth; Barrus watched the pussy actually grow! Keeping a mostly human shape but adding the biomass from a fully bovine vulva, her vaginal passage, labia, and even her clit were swelling larger! Her hips had not changed at all though nor her torso size, so her pussy actually bulged further out from her body, forming a steeper curved mound of soft rubbery flesh! He used his many bulging muscles to fight back against her death grip to rear up a bit, then deliberately breathed out hard through his nostrils onto her pussy making her shiver. He placed a hoof above and below both her legs and knelt back down, gently nipping her huge clit in his teeth! They both did not move. Julie just clenched the bed sheets in her hands and her body frozen from the sensation, her torso very slowly starting to arch up. "Haah...hah.... ah.. ahh... aaanhh~ naaah HAAAH!!" Her breathing got sharper and her cries higher pitched till it sounded like someone blowing a dog whistle. Without either of them moving an inch, her pleasure teetered on the edge of no return and slid off the cliff all on its own. He released her clit just in time for her lower body muscles to start spasming and tilted his head down to avoid her blasting him directly in the eyes with the deluge of pussy juice. Barrus let out a chuckle at another job well done. He could not even begin to count the number of orgasms he has given women now. This was the first time he seen a pussy that large explode though. It was huge- bigger than an actual cows because it had combined the mass of both a human and cows, while still being attached to a fully human body. Barrus flopped over onto his butt on the carpet to catch his breath and Julie did the same. His shaft was only semi hard, peeking out of the sheath and fattened up but not out yet. She did tell him to remove the loin cloth for a reason though. She slipped off the bed before he had fully recovered to notice and grabbed up his genitals. She softly cupped his balls with one hand while grabbing the end of his sheath with the other and making pulsing motions with her grip. She softly traced the curvature of his balls to zig zag between them, since he has three separate scrotums. Each nut was larger than a human, but a shade smaller than an actual bull. She coaxed his shaft out to play, but did not actually touch it till she seen the first drop of pre form on the tapered tip. She grabbed it up and then smeared it down the shaft, twisting her hand in a loose grip. Once the shaft was coated, she continued to milk out more pre and collect it, smearing some on his sheath and polishing each of his many balls to a shine, making him real slippery. She rubbed his crotch at the base of the sheath several times, massaging the muscles, feeling the hard veins below the surface throb in time with his heart. Julie sat up again, thrust her hip forward and plopped her udder down on top of his genitals! She started to gyrate her hips, rolling her fat, full udder on him. She fell forward, placing a hand on either side of his lower chest and started to hump, rubbing her udder up and down his shaft, prodding him with her erect teats. "So... what is your favorite cow feature?" Barrus motioned to the udder with his eyes and then back to her face. "You mean... besides the obvious?" Julie smiled, and rolled her eyes. "Yea, besides the obvious." "F-face. Probably. Cow face, with human head. Something about it just looks sup...er... cute." He trailed off as Julie's face started to change right in front of him. While masturbating him with her massive milk tank, she was making unbroken eye-contact. The bridge of her nose flattened a bit, becoming less projected but much more wide. The end of her nose started to turn pink at the same time her lips turned from red to candy pink and the two connected. The end of her nose around her nostrils became slightly textured and cool and moist. Her ears started to grow and becoming leaf shaped; cartilage inside thinning while new muscle fibers took root in the base. She playfully stuck her own larger tongue out at his bewilderment. She felt his first scrotum draw up, then the next, then the next. Julie spread her legs further and mashed her udder down fully into him, pinning his cock to his body, so when he exploded, it painted a stripe up his own torso. Julie scoot up the bed a bit more, planning to take a nap. Barrus dipped into her bathroom to clean himself off before slipping his leather loincloth back on to leave. "So, every time I look at you, you are changing. What gives?" Julie was startled back into sitting upright, she did not see him come back out of the bathroom and quickly aborted her effort to see if she could suck her own udder. "My transformation was created by Moth, the sorceress paragon. It was never actually tested before she left RHE so it was sitting in storage since forever ago. Decided to make an experiment of myself and try it. It gives me free reign but... it's sort of too free." "How can you be 'too free'?" "Well I can pick and choose what transformations I get, using what genes I have injected myself with. But any conscious thoughts trigger it, so I can also accidentally give myself a change. And once I have a change, I can modify it but not get rid of it- because having a change means I am always thinking about it a little bit, so I can't get rid of it. Sleeping reverts me fully to human, which is a very good thing. I also can't really lock myself in though because of it. I change whenever I think of a change enough, and I revert whenever I go to sleep..." Barrus nodded, understanding. "So you can't ever finish. There is no option to settle down or adjust because you will be transforming forever." She nodded, bouncing on the bed a little. "Good thing I only injected myself with bovine genes. If it had a more varied trait pool to mold me from, my body would be complete chaos all the time." She spoke up again when Barrus turned to leave. "Oh and 66? You are not a prisoner. Consider your own feelings before you reply next time. That is an order." Barrus huffed with a small smile, turning his back to her again to leave. "Ah. Being a prisoner in heaven ain't so bad." She threw a pillow at his back as he walked out of the room. "Aargh, you're hopeless!" Morgan returned in a few minutes after Barrus left to check up on Julie, and took many notes on the effects of the Gummy tincture. It worked as intended, sure enough. It would not be fit for common use with test subjects however because there was no mechanism in place to start or stop it consciously. For it to work ideally, it would require a mental trigger to be flipped first before it does it's thing. It might have one more added benefit though- or at least Julie theorized. She had Morgan take a blood sample from her to test it later. The process always started with creating a benign extract from animal DNA using alchemy, then using transformative magics they convert the essence into a transformation tincture. This way the effects of drinking it alter your actual genes, making for a permanent transformation, so a constant mana flow is not needed. If you used magic only to transform someone, the spell would end when the local mana was depleted. If you took a DNA sample of someone transformed entirely by magic only- it would look like a normal human gene. So their genetic code would be exactly the same even though their body is not. Using the RHE tinctures however, the DNA IS altered. If Julie's cells keep changing form and function back and forth however, they would wear out a lot less. Converting them sort of resets the age of her cells, but she is constantly changing them. As a side effect, Julie may have extended her life span by a great many years, allowing her to live well past 100. Once Morgan left back to the research buildings, Julie decided to have a quick nap. She flopped on her side and curled into a fetal position, so she could push her udder up with her legs and cradle it to her body like a bouncy warm pillow. Julie woke up from a very loud noise with a gasp, looking around startled, and then confused as to why it was so dark. She looked at the clock beside her bed and groaned. She meant to take a quick nap. It wasn't even lunch time when she went to sleep- it was now almost 9 at night. "Well... my sleep schedule is fucked." She gasped again at a loud crack of thunder. "Guess that is what woke me up. G Jeez, it was perfectly sunny out when I went to sleep." Rubbing sleep from her eyes she shuffled over to the light switch and flicked it on, and then it immediately turned back off. "... ok. Guess watching TV isn't an option now." The storm had cut the power to her house. Each district in the valley had its own sub-generator, so power wouldn't have gone out everywhere. Even if all the power blew out though- the research facility has its own rather large emergency generator to ensure no accidents ever happen. Materials in cold storage would only last fifteen minutes without power before they were basically garbage, so they had to make sure they remained powered at all times, even if nothing else was. Julie was once again perfectly human. At least she did not need to change clothes this time- she had to remember to tell HQ to send her extra clothing just in case. Every time she wakes up she has the potential to stretch her clothes or completely burst out of them depending on her transformations. And the fact she cannot fully predict the changes made it more likely she gets caught in her clothing. There was a knock at her door though, which also startled Julie a bit. It was weird anyone would be out in this weather. They likely seen her lights turn on in the dark, so they knew she was awake. Suzy stood there, sopping wet and a bit breathless. "Oh my gosh! Julie!" "W-what, what happened?" "You'll never believe it! It's raining out!" "I... yes. I can see that. You had me worried, I thought something bad happened!" "I know! I also like to mess with people!" She startled giggling and playfully headbutt Julie in the stomach with her huge horns. "So, you up for a hike?" "In this?!" "You're not made of sugar are ya? You won't melt in water. I LOVE the rain and it is intense out here tonight. Thunder is super loud too, but it almost always is here for some reason." "It's the hills." "Huh? How would hills make thunder louder?" "The island is bordered by steep hills and cliff sides- the valley is actually an extinct caldera, making the entire island bowl shaped. So its natural geographic features cause it to act like an amphitheatre- the sound of the thunder refracts off one hillside and then gets trapped ping-ponging between them, causing sound to become trapped and thus appear to be incredibly loud." Suzy was impressed with how much Julie knew about the island and just life in general, but like the other night it was Julie quietly following Suzy's guidance mostly. Julie had spent many years now monitoring the island, and looking down on it from her lab up in the research facilities, but she had never really visited it. She was always up in the research area, never venturing down into the island so her distant view was all she had. So even though she knew almost everything about it, this was her first time ever experiencing it, and she looked a bit like a kid in a candy shop. It took all of ten seconds for her to become completely drenched but neither of them particularly cared. Even at night the island was pretty warm, it was situated in the sub-tropics, near the equator, so even in the winter it was not actually cold. The two glanced at each other and smiled each time there was a really bright flash. The lightning danced across the sky like a serpent striking its prey, vanishing back into the clouds on the other side. The rain drops were large and came down steadily, causing them to have to talk a bit louder to hear each other over the pattering of rain. It was an incredibly soothing sound. Some people fear thunder but Julie had sometimes gone to sleep using the sound of a thunderstorm as white noise. Soaked, Julie's fluffy mane actually looked wavy rather than curly- straightened by the weight of the water in it. Suzy's hair was still tight curls, it just sunk lower with the weight. It was over halfway converted to sheep wool, so the curls were far too tight to be undone. The water collecting and dripping off the underside of her udder occasionally tickled her. Suzy gave Julie a bit of a tour of the island, or at least their area. The island was rather large, so the homes were pretty spread out, each had ample space around it for women to roll in the grass. Around Beryl's house was a field of lavender that filled the air with potent but pleasant smells. There was trees in the valley but not too many, and almost all of them were near homes- the seeds having caught on the structures while being carried on the winds. Each house was connected to the others by a long and often winding path of shale stones sunken into the grass, and where the most paths united a pool was made as a sort of gathering area, with proper cobblestone surrounding it. While it looked flat when you were in it, looking at it from a distance revealed the valley was not exactly flat, there was a lot of hills, they were just very shallow. Julie and Suzy wandered up away from any of the homes, the ground getting steeper as they climbed. The grass was not tame here, and was dotted with a huge assortment of wild flowers as they got to the sparse forest that acted as the border between the valley and the cliffs at the island's edge. With the trees just behind them, the two sat in the tall grass and flowers and looked back down at the valley, down at all the homes below. A blue-white glow would occasionally flash from above as a brief gap in the churning clouds revealed the moon beyond. They threw around the word paradise often without even thinking about it, but it really was. There was no crime here, nothing to really stress over. Their needs were taken care of- all food and shelter provided, all they had to do was make and give milk, which in itself was pleasurable. Caught in the awe of it all, and also taking more than a few glances at Suzy's body, slick with water Julie was finding herself a little turned on again, even after 66 worked her over. Granted, she did sleep for around almost 12 hours between then and now. Suzy never wore a bottom, so her black sheep teats were always bouncing out in the open. Her udder was too large and low for her shirt to possibly cover. Thanks to the rain it was glossy from the water and shimmered in the lightning flashes. Julie felt the tingle of change in her, but it concentrated to her crotch, making her a little nervous. She was probably growing a sheep udder like Suzy, right? Though, she felt really aroused, maybe she was growing a huge pussy like with 66... which would make wearing pants awkward. Suzy looked at her as soon as her breathing started to get deeper. "Oh, changing again? What is it this time?" Julie just shook her head. "I don't know feels~ nnngh" She stifled a moan. "Odd." They both seen a bulge stretch the front of her pants but both went wide-eyed at the shape! It was far too narrow! Julie quickly lifted her butt long enough to pull her pants down a bit, unintentionally catching on its end and causing it to twang back into place, making her cry out again! Her clit was big, but even more than that, it was very long! The clitoral hood was getting larger as well though, building up thicker folds of squishy dense flesh! It was growing so rapidly in pulses with her heart beat that you could almost hear the skin stretch! When she felt something stiff growing even deeper within her pelvis she knew what was happening and groaned. "Oh no... oh... aahn~ no." "What is happening to you?" "I just realized the genes are not explicitly cow. They are BOVINE- they are not gender specific!" "Not gender s-.... you're turning into a BULL?!" Julie squirmed and moaned in place. The feeling from within was her ovaries mutating and growing larger, converting to testicles! Her vaginal passage started to clench tighter, getting smaller with each pull. Her labia fattened a bit as they pulled closer together, slowly starting to fuse together at the top and bottom. Her clit continued to throb larger and longer. Once her clit was over eight inches long, each throb caused a urethral bulge to swell larger off the underside of her clit, having been redirected from her evolving pussy. The now thick, large clitoral hood wrapped all the way around the base, forming into a furless sheath. Julie grunt and raised her hips, pushing against the pressure within and then gasped twice in succession as she birthed two testicles into her now formed scrotum. The balls quickly grew to normal human proportions, but it was clear that was not their goal as they continued growing. Julie could not stop herself as she grabbed the squishy flesh of her sheath and yanked back, exposing more of the developing shaft and seemed to promote its growth with her increasing horniness! It became a foot long, then a foot and a half, then two, then two and a half. She was breathing fast and heavy- it almost looked like she was drooling on herself but it was just the rain water catching in her mouth. A bull's sheath travels up half its entire torso, the phallus does not leave the sheath till almost right over top of its belly button. So a bull's dick looks decently long normally- but in actuality most of it is still internal. Julie's sheath wasn't even a fraction of the size of an actual bull, but her dick was full sized- causing the amount of exposed shaft to be tremendous! It finally stopped growing at three feet long! It was still narrow enough for her to get her hand all the way around it though- bulls do not have girth. The rainwater felt amazing against the searing hot shaft, making it twitch with each cool droplet that collided with it. The arch of the shaft was so long the tapered point was almost pointing back at Julie's face, so every time it throbbed she blinked on reflex, afraid it will buck back and jab her in the eye. Her balls were large and oblong- full bull testicles, long loose scrotum and all. While it felt amazing, part of Julie clenched up in resistance. Her feminine side was offended by the very masculine presence on the same body, and she inhaled sharply grabbing both breasts through her shirt as she felt them start to swell in defiance! They swelled very quickly, the rain water again helping to cool them off as the rapid cellular growth created friction and thus heat buildup- and the fatty mass of a pair of tits was already overly good at insulating. Suzy for once was totally silent, watching dazed and blushing at the transformation. Julie's breasts filled her shirt, sliding along the wet, clingy fabric. Her nipples swelled up larger and then her areola swelled as well. Julie grabbed the top of her breasts and dug her fingers in- pulling the top of her tits up and back while their weight pulled them down. Her nipples split again like the other night, dividing into two complete areola and nipples and then the areola continued to swell out, making her nipples look a bit like tiny goat teats, like Beryl's boobs! Her top was tented outward by the four teats, which all bent slightly in towards each other from lack of room. Her top lifted as her breasts collected more of the fabric, exposing more of her torso to the direct rain. The water made the shirt stretchier than it normally would be though, so it never ripped, even though it was incredibly tight. Julie just sat there catching her breath, a bit stunned by the two changes. Suzy reached forward and grabbed the shaft near the end, causing Julie to shiver from the jolt of pleasure before she could speak up. Suzy kept her hand in place and moved over to between the bewildered Julie's legs and plopped down facing her. She unintentionally rest her large plush black udder against Julie's big bull balls. Because it was so long, Suzy took the base with one hand and the end with the other to masturbate it in two different places at once. Everything was slick with rain water, so the pre that started to bubble out was just extra. Between her two small hands there was still a good section of the middle of the shaft that was not being touched at all. Julie managed to sit herself up, and ushered Suzy's hands lower. Suzy then started working just the bottom of the shaft and tugging on the sheath and scrotal flesh gently, rolling the balls within. Julie with a bit of trouble managed to shimmy her massive boobs out of her shirt and slapped them together around the middle of the shaft, and then sucked the end of the penis that was still sticking out of her cleavage! She placed a hand on either breast and squeezed them together as she gently thrust her hips. Now with the pink prong fully coated in supple, slick female flesh, it did not take long for Julie to reach her limit and she promptly swallowed her own load- to make sure she did not goop her hair or clothes up. It only took a minute for the large bovine cock to lose strength and slide back into the sheath, causing it to bloat up fatter to make room. Julie's face was flush in spite of the rain cooling it. "Uh... thanks." Suzy laughed nervously. "W-well you looked like you were having trouble. You get used to helping people settle in with their bodies, since it can be pretty intense when the transformation is still happening. Takes some getting used to, so people get a little out of control and need a hand sometimes. But your stuck changing..." Julie nodded, seeing her phallus was fully soft now and quickly flopped her balls back into her pants to pull them up. "Uh... don't tell anyone I had a cock, ok?" "Had? You still do!" "Well, I won't as soon as I go to sleep." "Is your voice deeper too?" Suzy leaned a little closer. "Is it? My voice sounds like shit to begin with so it is hard to tell, haha. Well, that will wear off when I go to sleep too." She yawned. "Which might not be that long from now. Oxytocin is done ravaging my brain, now I am burned out." "Oxy-what now?" Julie laughed. "Chemical that heightens arousal, it is released by the brain during sex but it burns through your energy quickly, which is why guys generally pass out after blowing their load. Well, there is also prolactin, and the fact a male orgasm is explosive while a female orgasm is implosive. The slight change in my voice would be a side effect of testosterone, produced thanks to these bull nuts." Julie leaned back a bit, seeing the flash of more distant lightning in the beads of water that collected on the lenses of her thick glasses only when she leaned back. "Wait, you aren't going to sleep here!" "The grass is comfy, and the rain is so refreshing~" "No, no no no. Hanging out in the rain is fine but if you go to sleep in a storm you'll catch your death of a cold for sure." Suzy grabbed her arm and tried to drag her up but paused almost immediately. "Oh my god! You are as cold as ice! And your bleeding!!" "H-huh?" That woke Julie up a bit more. Suzy let go of her right arm almost immediately, afraid she had hurt Julie somehow. Julie rolled her arm back and forth, seeing a few drops of rain that were tinted red from her blood, but could not figure out where it was coming from. Finally she rolled her sleeve up a bit and seen a rather large splinter wedged above her right wrist. She just casually pressed in where it was sunken the deepest and pushed back the other way. She drew more blood out of herself but also pushed the splinter far enough that she could grab it with her other hand and pull it out. "There, good as new." Suzy looked a bit shocked and confused. "Didn't that hurt? That was a huge splinter, how did you not even know where it was?" Julie laughed. "You picked the wrong arm." Since her shirt was still rolled up on top of her huge breasts anyway, she grabbed it and pulled it completely off, making Suzy gasp at the large amount of gnarled leather-like, angry pink scar tissue. There was a crater in Julie's right shoulder and a circle on the other side, where a chunk of shrapnel lanced straight through. Spreading out from that were scars of grievous chemical burns and smaller debris. That was why her voice was so dry and gravelly! The scar tissue extended onto the bottom right side of her throat- her voice box was permanently damaged! Her right hand was freezing cold to the touch, but not her left, because the right had poor circulation. Julie held her hands out toward Suzy level with her fingers together, to show her how much the right hand shook uncontrollably. "I have very little feeling in my right arm, it has severe nerve damage. I am right handed, but I always sign my name with my left hand because no one could read it otherwise, I can't hold my right hand still." Suzy seemed a lot more bothered by it than Julie, holding a hand to her lower neck, likely imagining how severe the wound would have to have been to leave such grim scars. Julie explained the scars are a result of her earlier experiments. She had a firm grip on the knowledge and jumped right into advanced application, thinking she could easily make headway in research. Without giving the chemical components time to steep with the magical elements, the reaction was far more volatile than it was meant to be and it literally exploded. The pit in her shoulder was a shard of her metal lab table, still glowing at the edges as it speared her. Julie laughed it off now, but also noted had she been standing a few inches more to the side, that metal spear would have gone through her head instead of her shoulder, and she would have been killed instantly. And that is why Moth chose her without hesitation to work here with RHE. Julie knows more than anyone to be patient, to double-check, and to always consider all influencing factors. She had to be especially careful now that her right hand could not be steadied, so it was prone to spilling things. She wore her grim markings with a sort of pride. A contrasting comparison; to see the genius she is now, and look at those scars to see what a fool she had been in the past. And a complete lack of additional scars to measure the distance between her past and current self. Suzy decided to take Julie back to her place to get dried off and rest. Her house was closer to the hills than Julie's. Suzy actually lived right north of Beryl so you had an up-close view of the lavender field, when it wasn't pitch black out anyway. The power was still off when they got in. Suzy tossed Julie a towel and she plopped onto the living room couch once she was mostly dry again- or as dry as a single towel is going to get you. She just tied her shirt around her hip for now and went topless, squirming in and out with breasts this big was too difficult. The fabric clings to her skin so until both were dry, she wasn't even going to try. Suzy snatched up her glasses when she put them down to dry off, and tried them on out of curiosity and immediately felt dizzy and disoriented. "Oh gosh, you're blind too?" "H-huh? Oh, haha." She took the glasses back. "Yea, pretty much. I am extremely short sighted- far too many hours with my nose wedged into the spine of a book in not optimally lit libraries. I can't even read a book while holding it normally- I would actually need to put my face, like, right up to the page to read the text." "Jeeze... life of a researcher is hard." Julie just shrugged. "Everything has its cost." This time when Julie took a nap, it was a nap. She woke up and hour and a half later to the sound of Beryl and Suzy talking softly by the kitchen. The kitchen and living room were connected, the only division was the floor turning from carpet to tile. Beryl did not look like she had gotten wet at all. When Julie glanced outside she seen the shadow of clouds cast over the valley by moonlight. It was quite windy now, but the rain had stopped and the storm had moved on. Her top was definitely dry now so she exhaled to make her torso as narrow as possible and squirmed her way back into the shirt. She managed to sneak up to them without Beryl catching on that she had woken. "Hey!" "Ah!" Beryl flinched so hard her front hooves slipped on the smooth counter top and she almost fell over it. "Oh, Julie! Oooh... the other night! That was a terrible introduction! I didn't even know anyone new was here!" "Heh, its okay Beryl. People are allowed to drink, we are all adults." "Yeaaa... but... I am not a drunk! Literally the first time we met was when I was drunk! I am sober most of the time!" Suzy had her head in the fridge a moment and looked back at the two on the other side of the counter. "Hey, you want some cheese to snack on?" "Oh! Sure, you know me, I like my cheese like I like my drinks- dry and sharp. ACK-" She quickly turned back to Julie. "No, it's not what it sounds like!" Over the next several days the three of them hung out quite a bit, and wandered around exploring the island. Beryl actually knew some of the forest pretty well, because being on all fours made her more sure-footed than most. Because it was humid often and shaded, most of the forest was covered in frilly delicate mushrooms and thick bushy moss. One day Julie had to spend indoors entirely though because she had well exceeded her size limit. Julie was a bit disappointed she could not match the endowments of larger girls like Amber. Amber, also known as subject 33, had an udder larger than her entire body and required a modified dolly to move it around with. In thinking about that, Julie wondered what her limit actually was, because most of the visible mass is fat, and she could just eat to get fatter. Simply thinking about that however was enough for the spell to do its work. It could give her anything a human or cow had... and both animals are capable of getting fatter, with seemingly no limit. So on that day her breasts actually crushed the walls of her room outward, bending them all as she completely filled her room. She needed to call Barrus just so he could shove his way inside to bring her food and water, because she was completely immobile for the rest of the day, anchored in place by monolithic tits. Barrus also massaged them for her, which unfortunately relaxed her enough that she started to automatically express milk and caused flood damage in the hallway. The day after the next, RHE had repair men in her house repairing that little experiment. One day, she had been out wandering with Beryl and finally decided to ask. "So... why did you come here originally anyway? Was it money trouble? I know a lot of people came here because of that; 11, 12, 66, 85, 86 just off the top of my head." The soft clacks of her hooves on the shale path slowed considerably. "Oh... I just... I don't know. I wanted to be useful. The position advertised obviously did not say what all was going on here, but it did mention being a test subject. It sounded like a job that would help out, while not requiring any sort of skill on my part, so I went for it." "Well I mean, you could have helped out any number of people in any number of ways that were not this, too. What about your changes... you said you requested to be more on the animal side?" Beryl hung her head low a moment, causing her hair to brush the ground slightly. "I-if you don't want to talk about it-" "No it's... it's fine. I just don't want you to get the wrong impression. I went more animal so I could go bigger on milk production!" Julie was about to say that sounded perfectly normal, but Beryl spoke up again before she could. "And because I hated my body anyway." Beryl looked up at Julie and her face scrunched up a bit like she was bracing for impact. "You wanted to help, but only thought you could do it through something that had no credential requirements, and hated your body?" "And here we go! Beryl has self confidence issues, lets all hold a pitty party for the worthless mope." "Woah! Okay, calm down." "I am calm!" She said, clearly disgruntled and unintentionally stomping her front hooves. Her brows were furrowed so hard it was like they were trying to meet each other in the middle. "We are friends, aren't we? I just want to get to know my friend a bit better. All I can do, is make assumptions based on what you have told me. It does sound like you have confidence problems right now, but you're welcome to explain why you don't." Beryl stood up, wobbling a bit to get her balance. "Look, I am sorry. I just know where this is going because it always goes the same way! I couldn't ever get my body exactly the way I wanted to. I wasn't ugly... I am not ugly, I know that, I am not blind. I was good looking, really, but it was an utter waste on me because I never did anything with it. I couldn't be some perfect model type and it wouldn't have mattered anyway because I wasn't very social! It was a pain in the neck trying to maintain beauty and I just couldn't be bothered. I had no interest, so it's a gift that was completely wasted on me." Julie held her hooves so she could balance easier. "All I really cared about was drawing comics but I was never really good at it, and I couldn't make any money doing it, so. Turns out leaning all your interest, talent, and practice into one thing that doesn't make any money is really bad for when your parents aren't supporting you anymore, because then you can't get a job that goes anywhere. I would be stuck doing starter level jobs for the rest of my life, toiling at a task I don't care about just to make enough money to stay alive and continue to work doing something I don't care about. Sounds like a real great life, huh? I am not terrible at everything, but I am not good enough at anything for it to particularly matter anyway. I am so average, it's bland. It is almost frustrating because of how good I looked or how decent I was, because it seems like I should have been able to be great but I am constantly not. Even my looks, look fine but then something like my eyes fucks it up." Julie's eyebrows twitched at that. "Y-your eyes?" "Mismatched. Asymmetrical, abnormal." "NO!" Julie pulled her closer, bopping their foreheads together. "Don't you dare insult your eyes! They are like precious gemstones! Do you know how rare they are? I am a genetics specialist, so you better believe I do! They are beautiful, and rare, and perfect!" Julie's eyes had tears in them and her face was turned red from her burst of emotions, causing Beryl to be shocked silent for several long moments before trying to pull back a bit. "Uh... look. I know me, even the parts that aren't outwardly expressed. You are my friend so of course you see me through rose tinted glasses." "Okay! Then we will get a third party!" "Oh come on Ju-" "Here, I will show YOU a place on the island for a change." Julie took Beryl by the hoof so she had no choice but to follow along, or stumble back onto all fours. Julie took her far north, toward the research buildings. At first Beryl thought she was going to take her to see one of her former co-workers in the labs, but they turned east before following the road up to the research buildings. She did not know what was over here. There was supposedly hidden bunkers with the extreme test subjects in it, but that was on the west not east. They came on a forest of well trimmed hedges and marble pathways, and eventually got through enough of it to see a huge mansion at the middle of it. It looked like a small palace! There was a huge bull head mounted on either of the huge doors sealing it closed, and Julie took the septum ring knocker on the bull head and slammed it into the door several times, making sure the sound echoed through the mansions many halls so its master knew there was guests seeking audience. Julie did not wait for the door to be answered through, and needing to heave on it with both hands she managed to get one door open enough for them to get inside. Inside it was even more ridiculously posh. The floor was made entirely of giant amethyst slates veined with quartz, and the walls were white marble. Golden candle fixtures were etched with flame enchantments allowing them to be lit without having to bring a spark to them. Up ahead at the end of the long hall was the main foyer. It was three floors high- bordered by balconies that connected the upper hallways that lead into it. At the top was a glass dome that illuminated the room and the garden in the middle of the floor. Raspberry bushes, long stem roses, and an olive tree in the middle. Beryl gasped as she glanced over at a painting on the wall just before the main foyer. "N-no way... she... we thought she was just a legend!" The clatter of hooves against the solid crystal floor echoed down toward them as the very tall figure approached, her soft womanly chuckle preceding her. "There needs to be a beginning for there to be an end." Julie bowed slightly toward her as she stepped into the light. "Beryl, I would like to introduce you to... Test Subject 01. The RHE Genesis Project- the only model directly created by sorceress Moth." She stepped forward timidly with a gentle smile. "Serene Stonewall." Angels might as well have started singing the moment she stepped into the sunlight and revealed her unfathomed beauty to them. Though the Serene in the painting and the one standing before them were quite different. This one had almost 60 years on the painted version. Her once black hair was now silver. The deep creases had built up in the corners of her eyes, and laugh lines carved the memory of good times into her face. Her once nearly spherical breasts now pointed down more than forward, though still maintained a teardrop shape... just, a longer teardrop. You could see a few pale blue veins on the surface of her large breasts as some of the pigment in her skin faded with time. She leaned rather heavily onto an ornate cane as well to help her balance. In the painting she was in her prime, and back then her breasts were so colossal they nearly touched the floor- which was saying a lot given how extremely tall she is. She had a second tincture to try and shrink her breasts as she aged because she could no longer handle them at all. They were still outside any reasonable cup size, but only about a third of what they had been. This was as small as they could be made- since the tinctures are meant to work forever, fully undoing a change isn't usually possible. That was why she needed the cane; her back would have a real nasty lean without it. Her horns were giant, and went almost straight up, curving out at the base, then gradually in, then steeply out and in again at the very tip. An inscribed orb of solid gold was wedged into where the horns nearly met, balancing perfectly over her like an emblem of divinity. She had the huge leaf shaped ears of a Brahman, and a tiny piercing at the very ends, trailing a long tiny chain of purest gold connecting to a large ring in her nose, connecting both ears and nose together loosely. The bridge of her nose was wide giving her bovine nostrils- the coloration of her nose and lips though were black instead of the common pink. She had a few black splotches on her backside, but none on her arms or head, and only two on the front of her torso- all of which were on her skin; her body had no fur. She had one heart-shaped spot on her collar, with the downward point of the heart trailing into her cleavage. The other was an upside-down heart centered over her belly button, so its tip was pointing up to the underside of her cleavage. Her breasts permanently blushed a slight pink hue. Her areola were large and puffy, and her nipples were quite large when erect, but when not full or aroused they are actually inverted. Her legs were bovine, but unusually tall and narrow and the hoof segments were encased in bronze- shielding them from ever being scuffed on the ground. Uniquely, she did not have just two legs. Immediately behind her still human hips was fully bovine hips! She was like a bovine centaur except... no body. There was not a cow body below her human body, it was just one hip after the other with nothing in between. This however meant her huge cow udder had ample space to hang comfortably below her. The teats on the udder were thicker at the base like small cones, and the front teats bent backwards a little while the rear ones bent forward a little. Because of how they are positioned on their respective hips, this also meant she had two vulva! The one on the front was perfectly human, while the back was perfectly bovine. Like Beryl, her tail was unusually long, but not quite as long as Beryl, and the tassel on the end was normal sized. There was several metal hoops on her tail that were not nearly tight enough to stay on on their own, so her tail was always playing a bit of a balancing game with them. Her back legs were identical to the front, so she had four rear legs. Serene's hair had two narrow white stripes on either side of her head, which stood out a lot less now that the black hair was silver. Her bangs were cut just short enough to not interrupt the view of her eyes; blue like a mid-afternoon sky. Her hair was so extremely long and perfectly straight and well combed, that it exceeded her massive height and trailed at least a foot on the floor under her! Beryl went extremely quiet, frozen up in timidness, like an ant standing before a God. Julie on the other hand had already met Serene multiple times, as does everyone working on the research end. Serene is after all subject 01- every other test subject is based on the work that went into first creating Serene. Julie explained Beryl's situation, using Serene as an impartial judge. They all sat together on the edge of the central garden, in the giant pillar of sunlight. Serene gently placed a hand on Beryl's head and tilted it back to look into her crystal eyes. "Gods, yea. Hedgewall has the right of it. At least as beautiful as the gemstones your named after. But. Beauty isn't everything... or, much of anything actually. I mean, how often do you look at yourself? So why would you care what you look like if you barely ever look at it? Unless you decorate your halls with yourself like I did, haha." She motioned to the painting Beryl was looking at before. "But as you can see, physical beauty fades with time. It is only beautiful because it is fleeting." Julie nodded. "What really worries me though, Beryl, is you gave up your hands." She cocked an eyebrow. "But I can still live just fine without them?" "You said you lacked any other talents because all you cared about was drawing... you can't draw without hands." Beryl raised a hoof to stop the others from continuing for a moment. "Ok. Okay, yes. It was stupid, I was frustrated and wanted to just throw away my past life entirely. Maybe I shouldn't have lost my hands. In. My. Defense. I was not that good at it. Not bad, but not particularly good either. There is a lot of competition out there and not a lot of market for artists in the first place, so a so-so artist isn't going to make anything. My talent wasn't really helping anyone, I wasn't worth anything. Here, making milk and helping advance research, now I am worth something." "Worth?!" Serene furrowed her brows. A giddy smile slid across Julie's face. Ah yes, this was the Serene she came to hear. "I am beyond baffled when people talk about their worth. I want to be important, I want to be needed, I need to be worth something. To who?! Slave traders?! Humans have no worth- they aren't a God damned form of currency! You aren't asked if you want to be brought into this world, you just are. You have your own life to live, it is YOUR life, you are the only one who should have any power over it. Someone doesn't like what you are doing? Well its a good thing you didn't ask for their fucking opinion, eh? People used to tell me I was so precious and valuable like I was a gemstone to be traded off at an auction. I don't give a damn if anyone else thinks I am important- I am not here to impress them, I am not a circus act!" With a bit of a groan she leaned heavily on her cane and got up onto her feet again. "I am here because I want to be. I help others because I like to. I don't care if they are too ignorant or ungrateful to realize I am helping them, because I know I am still helping and its something I enjoyed doing." Beryl was a bit stunned seeing such a tranquil person suddenly so inflamed. "B-but my parents. I owe them so much, it would be nice to give back something. Show that I did something with the life they gave me." Serene closed her eyes and shook her head gently, sending tidal waves down her extremely long hair. "They created you because they wanted to. They raised you because of a choice-" She lowered her voice a bit. "Or consequence- of decisions THEY made in THEIR lives. You never asked for any of that, they did it because they wanted to, you don't owe them anything. You don't owe anyone shit. And you know what?" "W-what?" Serene placed a hand gently on her head. "Your smile is worth more than any amount of money you could have ever made. If you want to show them raising you was worth it- live. They raised you to live, to love, to be happy. Money won't do that. Maybe a job will, depends on what you yourself want. Sounds like what you wanted was to just draw. So draw, and be happy." "B-but..." She lifted up her hooves. "I... there... there is no going back. I am happy enough here, the island is amazing. It isn't perfect, but what is, right?" Julie took her hoof gently, examining it. "I haven't poked around your tincture breakdown yet. If you'll let me, I might be able to modify your genes enough to give you... sort-of hands. You may be able to draw still." And so Julie went to work. And slowly, the island started to change. Morgan brought equipment down for Julie to work on sight, and eventually a lab was built in the valley! Julie let the other subjects wander around inside and ask her questions, to learn more about what went into making each of them. After hearing from Beryl that the others thought subject 01 wasn't even real, she spread the word. Serene was very pleased to finally get guests to her mansion that were not the usual RHE staff, talking to the other subjects who came after her, and sharing her luxurious home. It often got dreadfully lonesome up there. Eventually a few other RHE staff moved into the valley lab, particularly Morgan since this meant she had to do a lot less walking to check up on everyone. With the added help, Julie cured Beryl's hooves! She was unable to restore proper human hands, but it was pretty close. Human fingers have three segments, Beryl only had two- and the former hooves were still present, segmented on the outward facing sides of her digits. This meant she could still walk on her fingertips, because when she applies pressure the segments lock together and brace the weight. Not long after, another rather large building was added to the valley- its first art gallery. As for Julie's own problem; she found a solution to that too. Her transformation is hard to modify once the changes are already in place, so she started a morning routine of deliberately transforming herself, giving her a high resistance to any unexpected changes! Listening to what her body had already been telling her, her common form was two areola, two nippled breasts, but only somewhat enlarged- so her loose shirts fit tight, but don't strangle her. A long cow tail so she matches with her new bestie, Beryl. She made sure to give herself the cow face that drives Barrus wild, so she can tease him, licking her neon pink lips whenever he looks over. Letting loose after her research had truly ended, she finally took off the ties and let her giant wild curls cascade over her shoulders, and turned them snow white except for a few stands of pitch black here and there. She got the large floppy Brahman ears like Serene, because she just personally thought they were adorable. Julie left her hands alone, while making her legs from the knee down, bovine. That was her usual go-to form from then on. But unlike anyone else of course, she reset every night, so there was nothing stopping her from getting crazy with it, if she was in the moo'd.
(FtM TF Deer) Alice sighed as she looks out the window behind her office cubical. The trees all through the city are turning orange, yellow, and bright red- the vibrant colors of autumn have returned. The heat of summer had not completely left yet but... Alice still felt like another summer passed her by. Between work, life in general, and the things she likes to do to unwind... she never really does anything summer-y. Or wintery when winter comes for that matter. She always envisions plans to do stuff but then ends up just sticking to her regular routine anyway. Worse still- her regular routine doesn't include a significant other. And if she never really goes out- there is no opportunity to meet anyone, either. In all honestly; she did not really crave the companionship or the general maintenance relationships require. What she did miss was having someone yank her head back by her ponytail and slam a dick into her. Women have needs too. Alice is good looking- if she actually willed herself to go out and look, it probably wouldn't take her long to snag someone. She has soft peach toned skin and deep red-brown, violently wavy hair she usually keeps tied back. She is fairly tall with average figure and pert D cup breasts, her eyes are a diffused blue that almost looks silver, and she has plump, pouty scarlet lips without even needing lipstick. Unfortunately not many people ever seen her- when she is not enclosed on three sides by a cubical at work she is in her home watching Korean dramas while using the wetness of her tongue to pick up popcorn kernels without using her hands. Today like any other day; she returned to her home, did not bother to turn the lights on and opened the curtains on the windowed doors at the side of the kitchen to let in the natural light to cook dinner by. She yelped in surprise at the beast just outside the window! She has seen him two other times too- a stag. She has to shoo him away because he wanders into her yard to nibble the small garden she is trying to grow! She is a bit nervous about having to give him the boot too- because autumn is when the rut happens. It is mating season for the deer- so the stags are going to be more aggressive. He only paused when she opened the curtains, then resumed eating. "Uuugh! You don't have to worry about relationships, you can just hop on whatever doe you can catch, I am not letting you have my garden too!" Alice went to grab the broom but paused. "Wait a minute..." An evil smile crossed her face. "You can have sex whenever you want..." She scrambled to her bathroom quickly, batting items aside in the shelf over the toilet to find an old magic book- it is a book on healing magic so Alice keeps it with the first aid kit in the bathroom. She flipped through the book and found the spell she was looking for quickly. An old spell that allows someone to link their body to someone else, so that they feel everything the other person does. The spell was created by doctors to help identify conditions. The deer are in rut; they are all going to be having sex and the female to male birth rate of deer is purposefully skewed so that there is a lot more doe than stags. Because a doe can't get pregnant on top of an existing pregnancy- but a male can keep making others pregnant all mating season. So the odds of this guy not getting someone is extremely slim. If Alice links his feeling to hers, she will be able to experience sex through him without actually needing to have sex herself. She almost cast the spell before pausing again. "Wait, shit, I need an end condition. I can't cancel the spell myself because there is no guarantee I can find the same deer again to be able to." A medical book isn't going to have the rune for an orgasm conditional break. Alice nervously looked at the stag; she did not want him to finish and leave if she went to search for a rune. She grumbled and went into her fridge, pulling out a head of lettuce and rolled it toward him from the glass door. There, that should keep him busy. Alice had no books that would have a rune like that, so unfortunately she had to put her faith in the internet not screwing her over and googled it. She found one that looked legit without too much trouble, but grumbled at how mismatched the spell looked. The runes she found from searching are all modern- the medical book she has is very old; the runes are inefficient and outdated. Hopefully the two types of runes even work together... what was the worst that could happen though? The spell fails and the stag impales her on his antlers? Hm, actually that would be pretty bad. Alice cast the spell, placing her hand on the glass directly in front of the deer- the few inch gap between her and the deer was not enough to interrupt the spell at all. The stag let out a hollow, nasally cry in surprise and looked around startled and confused by the odd, brief feeling of a mana surge through his body. It was finally enough to cause him to prance back into the brush behind her yard and return to the forest. Alice popped her head out to pick the bitten head of lettuce off the ground. "Lettuce not waste this." She was still washing the lettuce off from deer drool and dirt when she paused and concentrated on a strange sensation in her crotch. It almost felt like someone very gently tugging on her labia? Alice realized it must be his balls! Once out of sight from humans; he probably started to move faster, causing his balls to jostle around. She linked sensation with his junk but it doesn't share exclusively sexual pleasure- she can feel everything. Alice cups her hands there as her brain has a hard time comprehending the information. It feels like there is two balls bouncing around between her legs, but she doesn't even have balls, so her brain is getting sensory input from an organ she doesn't even have. Sort of like a phantom limb, but a more pleasant. Alice decided to make herself a giant omelet for dinner, and every so often she would pause from a strange sensation, trying to figure out what it is. Long grass tickling his junk as he moves toward the forest at the edge of the city. A bug lands on it, trying to bite it but the skin tenses abruptly and knocks the bug off. Alice's plan was made hastily out of jealousy, but she was starting to think how she wanted him to find a doe soon- if she can still feel everything he does by the time she goes to work tomorrow; Alice will be twitching and flinching randomly all day. The spell also won't end till he is sexually spent, and Alice used only enough mana to encompass his junk... but if the spell remains active too long his body will naturally accumulate more mana, and spread the effects to other body parts. She was cracking eggs into a large bowl to blend up when Alice pulled her hips back on reflex to another odd sensation- this one mildly pleasurable. Her clit immediately stiffened and then it felt like it was sliding out?! He must be getting an erection! Aha, time for this to pay off! She leaned back on the counter to brace herself and just paused her cooking for the moment. Alice cried out in surprise and clapped a hand to her crotch- forgetting she had the egg in that hand and broke the egg on the crotch of her jeans! It felt like she was peeing herself! Oh... he didn't get an erection, his cock was just sliding out to go to the bathroom. Alice isn't peeing- he is. She groaned at the mess on her pants, then bit her lip and scuttled her way to the bathroom. Feeling him pee was triggering her own body to want to pee, even though her bladder isn't that full. Alice sighed as she finished and just kicked her pants off completely to toss in the laundry since they are egged. Alice pushed on her erect clit and felt his shaft buck! "Wait, what?! The spell is two-way?? He isn't supposed to be able to feel ME!" Well, the modern versions of this spell are one-way, but the version she used is not modern. The deer almost tripped from the sudden sexual pleasure from his groin and his dick actually did start to stiffen for real. It felt like someone somehow pushing on the INSIDE of the base of his penis... which should be physically impossible. Alice quickly stopped touching herself and pulled her panties up to return to cooking. As amusing as it would be knowing she could make a stag orgasm for seemingly no reason on the other side of the city- it would also end the spell without her experiencing sex, defeating the purpose. Alice could feel his erection wobble back and forth as he pranced through the forest looking for the nearest doe. She even tried to grab it and stroke it a few times absentmindedly- of course she cannot grab what isn't there. She transferred the mix to the pan to let cook- at this point she did not have to do anything other than make sure it doesn't burn. Alice tried to concentrate on the sensations to figure out what he was doing on the other end. His dick was definitely still out, not only does she feel its weight bob when he moves- she can also feel the coolness of the outdoors air against it. Suddenly a spike of pleasure! It was so sudden that Alice bowed forward and cracked her head on the bottom of the cupboards above the stove! She can't feel his legs so she had no idea he had already jumped up onto a doe! The narrow, tapered penis slid in easily but then the pleasure caused her vaginal walls to collapse in and grip the shaft, rippling inward as if to draw it deeper! Alice bucked her hip several times on reflex, even though it obviously had zero effect. She was about to slip her hands into her panties, but the pleasure exploded and she felt the hot spunk erupt out of him in a burst, and then the doe skittered forward, pulling off him and prancing off into the woods without a second glance. Alice's brows lowered as she caught her breath, leaned heavily on the counter. "...seriously? That is all you got? Great... I chose a one-pump-chump." The pleasure was explosive, but extremely short-lived. That was not because she had bad luck choosing deer- they are all like that, that is just how their mating goes. She noticed something else odd however; she could still feel his softening dick sliding away back in the sheath. He orgasmed but the spell did not end. Maybe he still had more in the tank somehow? Maybe Alice somehow invalidated this one by being the one to induce the erection? In any case, the link remained all through the evening. Now she was regretting her little scheme, because odds of him finding another mate before Alice gets to work tomorrow is probably slim. Alice did not know what time it was when she woke up, and was too tired and confused to look. She abruptly woke from a deep sleep because she could once again feel a long, throbbing member between her legs, it was wobbling rather aggressively- not contained in anything. He must be thrusting his hips, but not into a doe. The erection is so powerfully engorged that it almost itches from the blood pressure- almost painfully erect. White tails are technically nocturnal, but are the most active at dusk and dawn- taking advantage of the poor visibility of twilight to cloak their presence. In the middle of the night the doe are wide awake and well aware of their surroundings- making surprise sex from an ambushing stag unlikely. Alice groaned at having to share his neglected cock. She yelped in surprise and thrust her hips up off the bed at the sensation of something soft sliding down the shaft! Her clit throbbed and started to become uncomfortably hard too, doubling the sensation for Alice alone. Her clitoris popped out of its hood and engorged even further than she had ever seen it before- pushing further out of her, looking like a tiny pink spike! She felt soft fluttering skin but only at the base of the shaft and underside..? Wait; he isn't in a doe! He is sucking himself off! Deer are flexible enough to just turn around and suck their own dick, or a doe drink from her own udders! Because he is so stiff the pleasure sparks quickly but because he already got off earlier this night he does not climax nearly as fast, causing this to last almost twice as long! Alice flopped over and thrust her hips on reflex, finally reaching down with her hands to assist. This time she came before he did. Alice was panting heavily and squeaked in pleasure at a second mini orgasm riding the aftershocks of the first before she finally felt the stag erupt into his own mouth. Now she also knew what the inside of his mouth felt like, too. Alice quickly returned to sleep once he stopped forcing her awake. The next day dawned and Alice swat her alarm clock about seven times before finding the button to actually turn it off. She groaned and practically dragged herself off the side of the bed and onto the floor before gathering herself a moment and actually standing up to get properly dressed. "It should be illegal to use spells while horny... ugh. At least his crotch rocket will leave me alone now." She sighed. "I mean... it did technically work, but slapping it on an animal was too unreliable. Plus it was last minute, and the spell was patchwork..." She shrugged. When she went to put her panties on though; Alice noticed her clit was abnormally large, still. It was not super stiff anymore after the orgasm and a night of sleep, but it was still so large that it could not fit back into its hood properly. It was the size of a marble! "Wow... I was so aroused it actually stretched my clit bigger? Well... that makes this a little awkward. Wonder how long that is going to last..?" She had to put her panties on very carefully- if her clit cannot fit behind its hood, it can be lightly brushed by the fabric, and the clit is far too sensitive for that. Luckily her plump labia hold the fabric off it for the most part. Since her sleep had been interrupted; Alice almost fell asleep on the bus to work. The only thing that kept her awake was the fear of how shady half the other people on the bus look. Work went normally for the first half of the day- just transcribing written forms into digital copies to archive. Around noon however she felt an odd tickle in her crotch. Alice furrowed her brow and tried to adjust her panties but it did not seem to help, then she felt something warm and soft rest against her left thigh and realized it was a deer testicle! She can still feel the stag!! She just did not notice till now because he is most likely sleeping! His testicle is against his thigh right now because he is on his side, asleep. The tickle she felt was grass against his scrotum when he turned over. Alice frantically peeked around the corners of her cubical to see if anyone was in the immediate area and then opened the browser on her computer to look up the end condition rune she used the night before. "Aww, did the internet lie to me? Who would tell a lie on the internet- it is unheard of!" Of course she expected to find a lot of dud results or runes that do the outright opposite so someone can get a chuckle out of it- the particular rune she found was mirrored by a lot of other sources. It seemed pretty damn reliable and her search today resulted in the same thing. The rune looked correct, but then why did it not work? The spell should end when he has orgasmed... which he has. Twice. Alice just lightly tapped keys randomly in nervousness, then after a minute looked up the same rune but specified that she needed a female version, then did the same search again specifying male. No- that was not the issue. Both searches resulted in the same rune- it isn't gender specific. That is no real surprise- virtually no modern runes are gender specific because the magic would get confused when used on a transsexual and basically become the magic equivalent of a dice-throw. The rest of the spell is old fashioned but that wasn't the part that isn't working so she did not need to look that up. "Hey Alice!" "Ah!" Alice went to pull her chair in closer and minimize the browser so quickly that the chair tilted back and only the back wheels actually went forward, causing the chair to fall out from under her! "Ouch, you okay? Didn't mean to startle you." It is her friend and co-worker Maddison. For not wanting to surprise Alice, she made the odd choice of popping up over the wall of the cubical rather than actually walk around like a normal person. "Hah...ah. Startled me so much I accidentally opened my browser..." She reached up and clicked it closed before Maddison had the chance to see what she was looking up. "SO; I was wondering if you wanted to go get icecreams after work?? Farlane's Cones is down by the port- we could go roll around in the grass by the docks and count how many clouds look like dicks!" "Ah Mad- not tonight. You should plan this sort of stuff ahead of time." "Awww, but it will get cold out soon, and then we'd have to roll in the snow while eating ice cream and that makes a lot less sense. We never go out anywherrrrre!" "Nonsense, I go out with you more than anyone else." Maddison lowered her brows. "Well, that is technically true- it is also an incredibly low bar to meet. Fiiiine, I will let you get back to your work or whatever..." She slid back over the cubical wall, pouting. Alice set her chair back up and sighed as she re-opened the browser. "OhHeyIAlmostForgot!" Maddison re-appeared. "AH!" Alice frantically clicked around the X button and closed the browser again. "...how do you keep re-opening your browser by accident?" "I haven't had the time to move the cursor!" "Oh. Right. Well, I just wanted to let you know I DO remember that I still have your josei manga and I WILL return it. Whenever we hang out next." Alice looked nervously as the boss walked by on the way to the water cooler. "I don't... haha, nice joke Mad." As soon as the boss was out of sight she leaned closer. "And you better not have folded the corner of any of the pages this time." "Ahaha- no, no. It is all straight-edged. Well... the physical book is straight edged... can't say the same for the contents..." Alice put her hand on her head and shoved her back down into her own cubical. "Oookay, that is enough out of you." Alice pouted a bit, blushing. It is almost as if Maddison timed it so the boss would be there when she mentioned her kinky lesbian incest manga to get back at her for not hanging out. She felt her unusually large clit tense at the memory of some of her favorite panels in that manga, and then she felt the cool breeze kiss the hot tip of a deer dick just barely peeking out of the sheath. Oh, right- since the spell is outdated their sensation is two-ways. She can make him aroused by accident, but luckily he is asleep right now. WAIT. Alice looked at her monitor, but stared through it this time- in deep thought. Sensation is shared between both of them. Women have no refractory period. If her arousal and pleasure is linked to his, and she has no refractory period that means he can always go again- which means it doesn't trigger the rune. The rune isn't gender specific- it automatically adapts to male or female needs, but his needs themselves are being altered by her spell, so the rune is holding him by male standards while Alice is inflicting female standards onto him. Thanks to her- he can never be completely satisfied, and the forest is full of the scent of doe. She bit her lip nervously. That means she is in BIG trouble. The end condition will never be met- the spell won't end on its own. The only alternative then is to manually cancel the spell... but... that would require knowing where the hell that one specific stag is- which she clearly doesn't. Her only hope is that he returns to her garden to eat again... but he sort of cleared it out the other day, so he might not come back. Her legs straightened suddenly and she quickly pulled them back in before she pushed herself back in her wheeled chair! Oh crap! She can feel his legs move! The scope of the linking spell is getting worse now! It wasn't meant to be left on for so long. He is moving slowly. The sensation fades down her legs- she cannot feel his hooves yet, but most of his legs and his entire crotch. ACK, he is going to the bathroom again! He just woke up to take a leak. But feeling that made Alice need to go badly, and had to really clench to fight just going right there. She got up and dashed to the bathroom to pee too. Alice could tell she was unintentionally confusing the deer; he felt her peeing, so he thought he was still peeing but nothing was coming out anymore. After she just watched her twitching clit for a few moments, muttering as if the deer could hear her to put his thing away already. But seeing her clit stand so big made her think of what his cock was doing, which aroused her... which aroused him. She felt him lift his leg and she clapped hers together, confusing him and making him stumble a bit so he wouldn't try to suck himself off again. "Damnit... stop. Uuugh, now we are stuck double-horny. And at work too... what the hell do you expect me to do about it HERE?" She could feel his dick twitching, and his legs were moving again- he was going somewhere now. The breeze against his shaft was enough touch to keep it twitching. Alice put her hand on her crotch, wanting to touch herself but fighting against her will not to make the situation worse. His movement sped up. Alice quickly leaned forward and grabbed her stomach- something hit his upper stomach and chest! Or... the reverse actually. He landed on top of a doe! She was feeling the doe on his underside... which means the spell effects are still strengthening- she can feel two thirds of his torso now. He plunged in so fast and immediately started humping so fast the doe probably didn't even know what hit her. The repeated sexual activity though was also making his sexual stamina stronger- so unlike the last time he mounted he did not just immediately go off. Alice had a hand over her mouth to trap her moans and the other hand over her pussy, just pressing lightly on it- not moving. Because he was taking longer this time; Alice had time to actually better feel the inside of the doe- the rippling smooth flesh of her tight pussy. A bit more drag against the fatter veins at the base of his cock, and a slight fold in the skin at the mid-point that catches ever so slightly. Alice could feel his heavy balls doing pull-ups in his scrotum, sliding up and down in the cage of soft skin, getting a bit higher each time till they bump against his pelvis and hold, squeezing against it when they tense! Not used to lasting this long, the deer could not keep up his rapid pace and started to slow as he approached orgasm, which would have edged him back- except he also increased the strength of his thrusts! Alice's tailbone tickled- she figured she was just sitting on the toilet seat awkwardly and cutting the circulation, but her tail bone actually got longer and started to sprout fur! She could not control the twitches in her hip as the deer thrust, so she did not notice her clit throbbing in-time as well, till it started to push between her fingers! It is getting bigger! "Ah! A-aaa-ah that... isn't normal!" She watched as it tensed and grew, then relaxed back down slightly only to tense and grow again. "What would... is it... sharing his BODY too?? No version of the spell is supposed to be able to do that!!" She whimpered. "I guess it was never meant to remain active for this long, either. It was only ever used in checkups and sometimes surgery, which generally don't last an entire day." It was like her body was stretching to conform to what it was feeling. The phantom cock was slowly becoming a real cock! Alice placed her other hand onto her stomach and felt a dull ache in her upper crotch, feeling somewhat swollen but could not feel anything amiss from the outside. She wasn't sure- but if her clit is changing... what she feels swelling inside might be her ovaries mutating! This damn deer is going to invert her gender! Her clit suddenly got stuck on maximum stiffness and vibrated as she felt his cock pulse violently in orgasm finally and he slipped off the doe. He apparently satisfied this one enough that she did not just immediately dart away when he was done. Both the stag and Alice groaned as the doe bent down to lick his floppy cock- but while it was no longer rock hard... it also wasn't packing itself away. Alice can't put her giant mutant clit away, so it wobbling in the open and sharing that feeling with him, is preventing him from going completely soft! Alice whimpered at the sight of her clit. When soft it gets chubbier and a little shorter but... that was basically it. It is still a clit- not a penis, it has nowhere to fold back in on so there is nowhere for it to go. It is just out, all the time. Moving too suddenly caused her stomach to ache a bit too- her ovaries likely much too large to fit properly now. Not enough like testicles to get the hell out of her, but too much like testicles to function properly. All her egg cells now had little tails to swim around with. All dressed up with nowhere to go. Alice bent her clit up out of curiosity and seen her urethra about halfway up on the underside. It was being stretched out to be re-routed to the tip, but wasn't quite there yet, so her clit sort of had a vaguely trough shape to it. She tried to very carefully put her panties back on and it did not really work. Alice could feel the stag bucking from the sensation of the fabric against it, but also even when the panties were in place- the clit did not fit. It was already long enough that the last fifth of the shaft stuck out past the elastic waist... but at least the elastic pinned it in place so she did not have to worry about it catching in the fabric and pitching a tent. From pulling her panties up however; she also became aware now of the huge fluffy deer tail behind her! It was shaped like a fat tear-drop of fluff, and the underside is snow white- which is where the species of deer gets their name. When they bolt; they raise their tail first as a flag to alert the others without needing to say anything. She tried to turn to look at it, like a dog trying to chase its tail. "Aargh! It is trying to turn me into a deer too?? Is it turning him into a human?!" She paused in thought for a moment as she carefully slid her pants up. "Wait, no- I would be able to feel it if he was changing. I placed the spell on him directing it toward myself, so the changes are one-way... like the spell itself is supposed to be." She leaned from one side to the other several times. "Ah crap- I can feel his hooves now. On the move again, going slow... hopefully back to sleep since it is still really early for him." She could feel his floppy cock bobbing as he walks too. Alice went back to work, grabbing a sweater she kept under her desk to tie around her hips to hide the tip of her mutant clit poking out. Her shirt is a royal purple crop top with detached sleeves so... it doesn't cover even remotely far enough down to help hide her mutation. After work she needed to head out to the edge of the city... she has deer to hunt. Alice is not at all confident in her ability to track him down but she doesn't really have a choice. A needle in a haystack- tons of deer out and about because of the season, and it wasn't like he had any specific markings to identify him with- he looks like any other deer. Every time someone walked by, she paused to make sure they were not looking at her- and if they did, she turned in her chair and gave them a little wave- turning to make sure they did not see her fluffy tail poking out behind her. The sweater she tied around herself covers it, but she cannot see behind herself to confirm it absolutely. Every breeze that blew past the sleeping deer causes Alice to tense up. She can feel more and more of his body in better detail. She felt a bit of movement in her crotch, and almost passed it off as just something brushing the deer but the sensation was a bit too centralized, so she checked. What she seen peeking under her clothes is that her pubes were replaced with fur instead of hair now! They were also starting to trail up toward her belly button. By the middle of the afternoon she was really struggling to keep her concentration. Being on high alert all the time and paranoid of what people can see was a real drain. Alice ended up opening her browser again and this time looking up deer hunting tips- seeing if there was any advice she could use to track the bastard down. What ended up happening though is she found pictures of doe and then immediately got distracted wondering if they had just teats or an udder. Doe have a petite four segment udder- but that is besides the point. Alice's mutant clit responded to the doe images and shoved itself against the cloth prison, stiffening. That also caused the stag's shaft to erect fully but luckily he remained sleeping. Alice tried to squirm around to find a position that relieves the tension but any movement now caused the clit to rub against the fabric and cause pleasure spikes, making her freeze up in her chair, afraid of waking the deer again. Great, bending back at all rubbed her clit into the material of her clothing, and bending forward at all squeezed her oversized ovaries inside of her. Alice felt so hot, and wanted to touch it again to get off but resisted. Normally the mind wants to get off knowing that will not only bring pleasure but also get rid of the hormone haze... except in this scenario it won't get rid of anything. If anything it will make things worse because too much pleasure will probably wake the deer up, and then even when Alice stops touching it; the deer won't. Also the sensations assaulting her were instigating more changes- slowly. The more they feel; the more is shared between them, causing her body to synchronize more with his- physically. Her hands felt stiff, slowing her typing speed tremendously even when she tried to force herself to concentrate on work. Her feet kept trying to automatically scrunch up and she forced them to flatten again and resist the change. She felt the bizarre sensation of bone welling up from her skull and branching forward- the area just in front of her temples started to swell out looking like she had a bump on either side of her head, but Alice already knew it was budding antlers. That was the worst change right now, because she has no way of hiding that, she just has to hope no one notices. "Hnnngh... stupid, stupid deer." She muttered to herself while taping her foot on the floor nervously. Alice groaned, looking at the clock. Still two and a half hours left of work. She is also worried about when the deer wakes up, because she will be feeling two sets of actions- her own, and the deer- which will be extremely confusing and make doing anything all the more difficult. And their shared boner was not going away at all. She probably caused him to have erotic dreams. Alice looked down and whimpered when she seen her clit was a little bit bigger again- now stiff and long enough to tent the sweater tied over it to hold it in place! That was it- she needed to leave. Alice can't wait till the end of the work day, she needs to bail before someone notices something. Of course- if the boss spots her leaving early; she will get in trouble regardless. But since everyone is in a cubical- no one will notice if she isn't there unless they are specifically checking on her. Alice carefully stands up, shuddering from the sensation against her clit. She can feel the urethra pushing further up the pseudo-shaft, and a damp spot smearing upward as it delivers precum to reduce the friction of the material. The deer probably has a pool of precum beside him so large at this point that it qualifies as a mud puddle. Her pussy below the mutating shaft is tightening, shrinking. The bone spurs on her forehead grow larger, and the skin over them tingles a bit and then goes numb- ready to break. Alice went to slip quietly out the front of the office but then seen the boss talking to the secretary there. Nope, not that way. There is a stairwell that doubles as a fire escape she can use instead. No traffic there- no one takes the stairs, her office is on the 7th floor. The air went from cool to muggy and warm the moment she stepped into the spiraling stairs- this area obviously isn't air conditioned and there are no windows to let the breeze in. She wanted to loosen the sweater but decided against that- can't risk her clit popping out past it. Alice dashed down the many, many stairs, but only got down two floors before she had to slow down significantly. Her feet were stretching, making her boots not fit properly. Her feet were once again folding on themselves but now she could not defy it. Arriving at the fourth floor; Alice stumbles over the last few steps and catches herself on the arm rail before she can tumble off between the flights of stairs! She cries out in surprise at the sudden but brief pain of the skin breaking on her forehead! The skin is pushed away and stretched around the base as the bone erupts out into short spikes! A few drops of hot, thick blood paint a trail on either side of her face and drip off her chin onto the floor. She remained in that pose, dazed for a time, catching her breath and just looking down all the stairs still ahead of her. "Fuck. I will have to stick to alleyways, I can't hide antlers." She leaned to the side suddenly from a sensation she was not prepared for- the deer was standing up. "Noooononono- go back to sleep! Damnit." The feeling of the antlers growing out of Alice woke the stag up again, and it is late enough in the day by now that he will probably just remain awake. She can feel how stiff his cock is by how abruptly it springs back into its forward point when he moves and it wobbles. The precum smeared down its length makes the breeze feel cooler than it is and makes them both shiver. Alice can feel faint twitches in the muscles of her arms as he walks- she can now feel most of his body. Alice cried out in shock and shoved herself backwards when her feet cracked and started to stretch, forcing her ankles to raise up in the boots trying to find room, which almost tilted her too far forward that she fell over the railing before shoving herself back and falling backward instead of forward. Her cry echoed in the huge empty stairwell. She stumbled backwards and hit her back against the wall hard enough to stun her for a moment. Her legs started to slide further apart and out from her while her body remained braced on the wall! Alice's feet seem to fold downward, pressing the two sides into one another as all the bones fused together! Where there was once a sole is now a cannon bone. Her big and pinky toes devolved and lagged behind the stretching of the others, turning to dewclaws, while her central toe devolved into nothingness simply to feed the remaining two its former mass. The forward, enlarged two became the primary segments- very dainty little cloven hooves. The lengthening of the foot into a cannon bone added over a foot of length to her legs though- shoving her ankles out of her boots forcefully and angling it so only her hoof segments touched the bottoms of the boots- the moment she takes a step the boot will just fall off completely. She cannot wear them at all- she has to walk to the woods on bare hooves. Alice straightened herself up and stepped out of her boots and then winced at the sound of them clack against the hard floor! Echoing down the stairs- it sounds like someone wearing high heels. That is going to make it even harder to hide! Alice paused to reach down and touch them- hardly believing they belonged to her. Tapping on the hoof segments was like touching a fingernail- she can feel through it, but the sensation isn't as clear as touching skin obviously. The flesh around it was deep pink from all the rapid changes, and felt a bit sore to the touch- but that would fade away, it was just irritated from all the shifting around. When the touched her feet though, she realized how bad the stiffness in her hands had become! The body of her hand was almost twice as long as it is supposed to be! Her pinky finger is still where it used to be as well as her thumb, but the rest were stretched a good distance out from it now... starting to devolve into hooves too! Her digits were stiff, so bending them at all took more effort than it should and her hands are so deformed that it would be difficult to hold anything. "Fuuuuhhhck. This is happening too fast- the unintended effects are snowballing. If I don't hurry I will be too much of a deer myself to be able to negate the magic. If my hands don't work I won't be able to do the runes properly, and then have to rely on incantation but that takes longer and its haaard... ugh. And if my voice box changes before then, then I can't do that either and I will be completely fucked... well, I guess this all happened because I wanted to be fucked, but not in that sense." Alice skittered down the stairs- abandoning her boots where they fell. She had to hold tightly to the guardrail because her hooves had almost zero traction on the hard, smooth steps. Every so often she felt a faint itching feeling as more antler slid out of her head, tickling the skin at their base slightly. When antlers grow from the actual deer- the skin generally goes with it. A layer of fur and skin grows around the antlers called velvet. Breaking that off the antlers is up to the deer to consciously do himself- scraping them on things to break the skin and shred it off, because the velvet becomes persistently itchy once the blood flow slows down. On Alice though- her body was changing to mimic his, and he lost the velvet from his antlers already a while back. By the time Alice finally got to the ground floor and slipped out behind the building into the laneway; her body was being assaulted by waves of heat. Fur was starting to sprout around her hooves, and the fur that replaced her pubes was spreading so high it was peeking out from around the top of the sweater. Her clit is so huge now that it is very uncomfortably bent against the material- tenting it as far out as it could go! She groaned as she felt her bloated ovaries sink a bit lower- her womb below them collapsing in on itself. The urethra now fully connected to the tip of her phallus- so it is technically a deer penis now... just a smaller, underdeveloped one. At this point; Alice can feel his nostrils flare when he breaths out heavily in frustration from his incessant erection- she can feel basically his entire body. It makes her face feel even hotter- she can feel HIS heavy breath rising past his face, on top of the actual higher temperature her own face is. At least the temperature outside was drastically cooler than in the stairs- the sun is still as warm as summer but the wind is the breath of winter. Her house is a fairly short bus ride to work, and her work is on the far side of town, so the edge of the city actually isn't that far away. There is a thin forest at the base of a mountain range the city is nestled against, and the forest also progresses up the side of the mountain in veins- that is where her buck is going to be. Alice is going to go to her house first- it is closer and she has her fingers figuratively crossed hoping he will return there. For once she WANTED him to go eat her garden- because then she can actually find him. Alice cringed at the sound of grinding glass shards and the random trash in the laneways she keeps stepping on. She has no shoes she can just kick off and forget- her hooves are part of her body, so she is sort-of barefoot on this filthy ground. The deer was on the move too- but wasn't going any specific direction. He isn't smart enough to know what is going on, so when Alice moves he is compelled to move, and when she turns- he also turns. So technically Alice is controlling both their bodies, because the buck isn't smart enough to resist. Little did she realize that made the odds of him being at her place almost impossible- because even if he was intending to go there; Alice altered his path. Alice groaned and slowed for a bit, holding her head as her antlers grew still larger. "Great, got a full coatrack on my head now." Luckily the sun was starting to dip and thanks to the height of all the buildings and nearby mountains- the sun vanishes before the sky turns dark, and the lanes aren't lit for anyone to see into from the lit streets. Of course- anyone she does run into in the lanes will be especially unsavory. She groaned and tried to pick up her pace again when she felt the tie in her sweater loosen on its own- her mutant clit shoving the fabric so hard in the front it was pulling the sweater off entirely on its own! Her tail flicked aggressively under the sweater in the back- irritated from being pinned down. Alice groaned again, feeling a bit dizzy from the incessant magic, then stumbled and twirled around a bit from the stag suddenly moving around and lifting one of his back legs, confusing his feelings with her. "Wuh... what are ya-ah-HAH- aaah!" She thrust her hips forward, covering her mouth with one deformed hand and falling completely backward- luckily catching her back against the coarse brick wall behind her so she did not fall to the filth covered ground. Her clit abruptly vibrated and shoved almost a full inch longer in a single moment- yanking her sweater forward and undoing the knot in the back! Her sweater came loose and was now draped off her growing cock like it was a coat hook! She kept her lips clenched shut and a hand over her mouth and still you could hear her muffled screams of pleasure and confused sensations of movement where normally nothing moves, and aches from parts she shouldn't even have. Alice's ovaries surged in size and finally the tailed egg cells within popped apart into two sperm each! Her womb vanished entirely and her new testicles fell from their weight and size, pushing the walls of her vagina closed like someone closing a zip-lock bag! When they hit the surface they paused- the opening they were trying to get out of was shrinking from their presence. Her labia fused together from back to front and then the testicles erupted out the shrinking gap and into the sack formed from her fused labia... her scrotum. It overfilled her pants, causing the button to pop open on its own and the zipper to get shoved down half open. She looked down at herself, watching it happen with eyes wide in a mix of fear, worry, and unwanted arousal. The buck yelped in confusion from the forest, looking back at his member as well, trying to figure out what all these feels were. He felt all the same changes- except he isn't changing. The phallus started to burble up pre cum like a broken faucet now that her equipment was properly male. Alice's scrotum tensed from the feeling of the dense but short, diffused brown fur spread from the base of her groin and consumed the scrotum! Her dick was so stiff its violent bucking only made it vibrate. The stag bucked his hips, and overlayed with the sensation of attempted growth- it almost felt like his cock was thrusting up into hers and stretching it larger with every thrust! Every vibration of the dick was it aggressively pulsing as tight as it can possibly go- and each surge stretched it out further! The clitoral hood grew at the base, becoming thicker and longer and wrapping around the base and changing to be more like her regular flesh- forming a sheath! The penis was then abruptly yanked upward as the sheath fused to her underside from the base up- preventing the dick from pointing outward. Since she is still a human however- this caused the dick to prod her in the tits and force her to stand up straighter so she would not be poking herself with it! The sweater fell off and she made no move to put it back on. There was no point now. Alice bent her back, putting her hips out and put a deformed hand on its base, trying to shove it as far away from herself as she could and force it to go down- but if anything the additional touch of her hand at the sheath only made it hornier! The buck bent around and sucked his own dick into his mouth again, causing Alice to whimper and tremble from the feeling. She quickly looked out to the people on the sidewalk on either side of the street. There was a BFI nearby that thankfully broke line of sight to her- otherwise people would easily be able to see her. It was not dark enough to cloak her yet- the sun was still visible as pillars of metallic orange light between buildings. She scrunched up her face at the feeling of her ears twitching. It felt like someone gently tugging them longer, but also the muscles inside were twitching erratically! They were gaining the ability to pivot around, but the feeling of the muscles forming made the stag flick his ears in automatic response- which then caused her to flick her ears... except the muscle wasn't fully formed yet so they just twitched rapidly. They flicked around rapidly more and more as their shape changed, turning to leaf-shaped ears, though roughly the same overall size they already had been. At least once that change stopped, he stopped flicking her ears around. The stag sucking his cock made it feel like something was sucking more dick out of Alice's existing shaft! The end almost seemed to fold out- the existing shaft remained the same but another, slightly smaller shaft sliding out from the end of that one! It was the formation of the middle fold on the shaft. Deer phallus is not that big overall- it is just very long; long enough that the skin of the shaft is telescopic. The end became even more stiff, becoming slightly bulbous- revealing the glans that normally have zero definition against the rest of the shaft... except when he hits his peak. Alice's balls clench tightly to her pelvis- the excess scrotal flesh now scrunched up below them, making some of the fur on it look bristly for a moment. Still trying to hold the shaft away from herself, she watched as the thin ropes of cum erupted from her, arched in the air and came down with enough force to make quiet splashing sounds against the concrete. Her antlers made quiet creaking sounds too like groaning tree bark- now completely identical to the stag's own pair. Even after the streamers ended, the pleasure kept spiking, making the muscles in her groin almost ache- not meant to be triggered for this long! She came but the stag didn't! The constant sexual activity was unintentionally training his sexual stamina. Her body tried to relax and go soft but he wasn't letting it- without any breaks in the pleasure it was just dragging the orgasm out longer, even though she had nothing left to ejaculate right now! Alice collapsed into a squat, resting her arms on her knees, gasping and hoping he stops soon- but unable to stop him herself. Her antlers were now visible to the people on the street past the BFI bin but luckily no one looked over. Her index and ring finger started to get much wider and her middle finger regressed. Her nails start to bulk up and darken with each added layer of keratin. The buck feels everything she does, so as exhausted and sexually frantic as she feels- so does he. He just isn't smart enough to realize he is the one causing it. In his own desperation he thrust into his own mouth so hard he tripped himself, rocking back and falling on his butt without taking his head off his dick- so when his butt hit the ground his dick slammed into his throat, and finally exploded! Alice watched in awe as her painfully erect, tired cock bucked wildly, and she felt someone else's load being fired out of it somewhere else entirely. Very tired and a bit sore- both their dicks softened and slid back into the sheath. Sadly the spell still was not broken because the conditional end was caught between a human woman and a male deer- she is almost half male deer herself now, but she definitely still has human left, so the rune won't trigger. By the time the rune is able to trigger and automatically shuts down the spell, she will already be entirely deer- so at that point it doesn't even matter if the spell deactivates or not because she'd already have lost everything. Alice let out a long, pained groan looking at her crotch. The spell deleted her gender. She can't even pull her pants up now! Her testicles completely fill her pink panties entirely on their own- so the sheath is entirely exposed as well as the top third of both balls- and it's all stretched far enough out that she could not even begin to zip her pants up. She knows enough about male anatomy that trying to stuff them into the pants would just be pure pain. Now if she gets spotted at all; the cat will be out of the bag. The fur on the base of her tail is starting to spread too- so most of her lower back that is exposed is now covered in deer pelt! Her hooves clacked against the concrete under her as Alice once again made a dash for her house. Her route ended up taking twice as long as it should have at the speed she was moving, because she had to keep taking detours to make sure she didn't travel too close to a road that she gets spotted- making a mad dash across when she does have to move across a street. Several times she bowed forward unintentionally, and put her arms out almost about to drop to all fours! Both her and the stag are running, so she can feel his front hooves on the ground. She did not want to encourage the devolution of her hands though. As long as she still has hands she can quickly make the runes to undo the spell. The stag might run off in the time it takes her to do the incantation version of the spell, so if that is what she needs to resort to- she would also need to trap him somehow. The sky was purple and the sun gone behind the mountains by the time she got home- though the sky was not completely dark; the horizon was still smoldering orange. The streetlights had clicked on, which made it easier for her to hide. If you are in the dark you can see in the dark and into the light. If you are in the light, you can't see shit in the dark. Alice fumbled the key several times trying to get into her house, but eventually managed it, slamming the door quickly behind herself. She dashed immediately to the kitchen and opened the curtains, but her enthusiasm died quickly- the stag is not in her garden... which she should have been able to tell simply because she would be able to feel him eating if he was. She went to bang her head against the glass door, but clicked the tines of her antlers against it- forgetting for a moment she had them. He is going to be able to see her a lot better than she can see him at this point- there is no point in trying to find him during the night. She is going to have to call in sick to work tomorrow and go look then. Alice still had no idea how she was going to pick out one random deer out of over a hundred prancing around the area. Alice ended up making herself a salad- lamenting the fact she was basically eating like him now too. It wasn't because she couldn't eat meat- it is because she did not want to knock a searing hot pot or pan off the oven because her hands are extremely malformed. The deer kept swallowing for no reason on his end, feeling her eat. She is glad that she almost always doesn't bother to turn her lights on, because there was a sudden knock on the door that night. Alice turned the TV down to pretend like no one was home. Another knock, then another... and another. Whoever it was is annoyingly persistent. Alice then heard Maddison's voice behind the door. "I know you're home Alice. I can keep knocking aaaaaalll night." Alice opened the door a crack with an annoyed look on her face. "How would you KNOW I am home?" "Your spare key is missing, and you left your bag at work with your regular house key in it." "Oh..." Alice glanced around outside to make sure no one else was walking around. "Can you keep a secret?" "Absolutely I can. I usually don't; but that wasn't your question." "Ugh, just get in here." Alice hooked her two enlarged fingers on Mad's shirt and yanked her in to shut the door behind her again. Maddison was surprised and unsure of how to act about Alice's appearance- at first assuming it was some sort of fetish thing. Alice informed her that this shape was not intentional. She told her the original plan and then how it ended up like it is now. Maddison hummed in thought a moment. "So, your physically being turned into a second instance of the same deer. How... I mean, I will help you look for him tomorrow but... how are we going to track him? Did you like... tag him or something?" Alice groaned, flopping onto the couch again. "No. I have no idea how to find him. Maybe listen for the gassiest deer?" "He having stomach problems?" "No, but I thought I rolled him a head of lettuce the other day. When I made my salad tonight I realized what he bit into was a head of cabbage." Maddison plopped down on the couch beside her, blatantly staring at her and especially the package between her legs with a devious grin. Alice blushed and tried to ignore it but after a minute she had to ask. "What..?" "We should try to completely tap him!" "I already tried that without even really meaning to!" "No, but like- every time you did it he already had a boner, right? He doesn't right now. So instead of waiting for him to get pent up again before you try, why not try when he is already low on fuel?" Maddison leaned closer and Alice leaned away, but Alice was already at the end of the couch and ran out of room to move away. Maddison placed her index on the end of the sheath and pushed gently into the opening a bit before swirling her finger around, rolling the thick sheath flesh enough to wake up the shaft inside. As embarrassed as Alice was- she did hold out some faint hope that maybe Mad was right, maybe if she managed to drain every drop from his balls the spell would finally break. Maddison and but Alice are straight... or, she normally is. Alice's bits are now hetero male, so regardless of what the rest of her is into- the dick wants pussy and Mad likes dick. Once the phallus peeked out of the sheath of the deer and Alice in tandem- Maddison took the sheath in only two fingers and a thumb and just masturbated the end of it- so it rubbed against the dick and coaxed even more out, using the smooth innards of the sheath to masturbate the cock till it was enticed enough to lube itself. Maddison climbed over Alice, playing a knee on either side of her thighs and pulled her form-fitting top up to reveal her pristine breasts. Her nipples are stiff dark red-brown nubs on soft, faded-edged areola. Maddison then flipped her own shirt and bra off, tossing them to the floor haphazardly. Maddison pressed their breasts together- jousting with their erect nipples as she kissed Alice and they both moaned- feeling the lengthening cock grow between them till the tip of it grew into the cleavage where all four breasts met. The stag was again confused and horny, not knowing what to do with it at this point- so he just stood there and humped the air; flicking strings of precum to the ground under him, glistening in the moonlight. Alice nudged Maddison back, trying to ask for a moment to breathe, but Maddion just grinned without breaking their long kiss and locked their fingers together, shoving her hands back against the back of the couch. They were both startled by the snapping and cracking sounds coming from her hands though, and ended up breaking off their kiss anyway to both look at her hands! They stretched longer and longer- the body compressing into a cannon bone and her middle finger vanished entirely! Her hands finished their transformation into cloven hooves... which means she cannot write any spell runes anymore. Either Maddison needs to do it, or she has to do the spell orally. Maddison grinned at how desperately horny Alice seemed to get in such a short time- when they broke off and their breasts divided, she started making micro-thrusts with her hips; her cock seeking a new surface to slide against. Maddison bent over just a bit to suck the tip, priming it before she stood up, and gently bent it outward as far as it could go with the sheath- lining it up with her pussy as she undid her skirt and let it fall. Alice looked at Maddison's breasts jostling around and immediately remembered and unintentionally visualized the deer udders she had seen earlier, also by sort-of accident. She blushed even harder at the fact that it was making her even hornier. Her body was into things she isn't, and she can't control it in the slightest. The shaft is rather thin- so rather than vaginal, Maddison slid it into her butt and just used her hand to rub her pussy, dripping her juices down onto the base of the shaft to lube it up more ahead of time as she slowly slid down. Alice thrust her hips weakly, but since Maddison was on top- she was the one ultimately controlling how much of the shaft went in. As Maddison slid down- the fur on Alice's legs grew up. It spread from her tail and crotch to connect around her hips, then over her inner thighs. From her cannon bones it spread up over her shins and then outer thighs, completely sealing her legs in the fur. Her groin had white fur and the underside of her tail, but the rest was a diffused brown. The stag was thrusting rigorously, thinking he had any control over it at all- he had found an invisible doe for all he knew. Alice was breathing heavily and cried out in surprise at a sudden change in her legs- though the cry was unintentionally high pitched and had a high reverberance to it... like a deer cry. Her shins became shorter, and her thighs became wider vertically! The way they socket to her pelvis shifted slightly, which would make it harder to stand on two legs! The shortening of her shins essentially made her legs the length they originally were- while keeping the cannon bones that were formerly her soles. The fur started to very slowly climb her back- following her spine but spreading out slowly to the sides after too. By now Maddison is energetically bouncing on her lap- giving her a show of her wobbling tits and matting her crotch fur with all the pussy juice. "Augh... it... it is getting s-so bad... so much d-deerhoOAH. Ha- hOOOAGH!" Her eyes went wide as the stag's bellows escaped her lips without her control! Her neck convulsed and stretched larger and longer! The bridge of her nose let out a dull but loud pop and became wider! It widened without projecting any further out, causing it to have a boxier shape to the end of it. Her scarlet lips started to darken to bruise purple, and then still more to glossy black! Her hips were now thrusting in perfect tandem with the deer in the forest. "Hooh! He-help... get tHOo-s deer out HOAH me!" Because her actions and the deer's are so entwined it is hard to tell what she is doing and what the deer is doing. Without looking at herself doing it; if she moves a part of her body and the deer doesn't she second guesses if she had actually moved at all. It also confuses her unconscious reflexes, so if she doesn't move and the deer does- sometimes her body will move automatically to mirror it. So if the other isn't actively doing something with part of their body- the counterpart can puppeteer them remotely. The pleasure rose to levels that whited out her thoughts- every touch doubled, all the needs doubled, and the hormonal haze doubled. There was so much deer in Alice at this point that she looked like a human head and torso sunken into a deer, rather than deer traits emerging from a human. Only the top portion of her torso was devoid of fur- it had even started growing around her forehooves and was spreading up her arms quickly. She could feel his orgasm coming finally, and it of course triggered her own to approach just as fast. She is becoming so synced to the stag she might as well be his reflection. Alice hooked her hooves over Maddison's shoulders as the orgasmic pleasure rushed forward like a tidal wave, and pulled Mad into her body. Their breasts squished out against one another again, and Alice had to lean her head back a bit to make sure she did not tangle the tines of her antlers in Maddison's hair. Grinding their entire bodies together- Alice finally erupted into Maddison and bellowed loudly, completely unable to stop it. Maddison slid off to give Alice some breathing room- she could not control the bellows and her breathing was already heavy, so the bellowing almost made her pass out from lack of air. The stag was temporarily satisfied and pleased that he was spent- even though doing this repeatedly for the last day had not worked, he still blindly assumed this time it would. Alice looked at her front hooves, lamenting the loss of her hands. "I am... so much deer. I knew that wouldn't work..." Maddison grinned. "But you still did it." Alice glanced away, blushing. "My voice is changing too... if I can't talk-" Her voice was slightly deeper and breathy without meaning to be. "I can use a telepathy spell to communicate with you still. I will just use the counter spell for you." "We still need to find the bastard." "Well; thanks to your transformation we know what he looks like- you!" Alice lowered her eyebrows and motioned over herself. "Like any other deer. Out of how many hundreds of cervine must live in the area?" She let out a whine- but it just sounded like the high nasally fluting of a deer. They both got cleaned up, and Maddison helped Alice out of her pants. The jeans material did not relent easily and the change in shape of her thighs made them very uncomfortable on top of the fact she can't pull them up completely or close the zipper, making them largely pointless anyway. She also discarded her panties- with her new genitals they had become nothing more than a push-up bra for her testicles anyway. She popped her tits back into her shirt though- slipping only her bra off from under it and keeping the shirt and sleeves on. She did not want to be entirely naked. Even if the clothing hid nothing and served no real purpose; Alice still wanted them on. Something to remind herself she is supposed to be human. Alice cannot stand completely straight anymore, either. The alteration of her hip and legs has made walking on two legs difficult- she walks with a forward slouch. Alice went to bed and Maddison tucked her in, assuring her everything would be fine. All they needed to do was discharge a spell- it was easy. And the deer like to wander into the city edges a lot- worst-case scenario they just slap a dispel on literally every male deer they encounter. Eventually one of them will have to be him. Maddison stayed the night, but she did not curl up on the couch and go to sleep till much, much later. She quietly slipped magic books out of Alice's collection and found a two-way telepathy spell for when Alice's voice is transformed, and then memorized the counter-spell so she did not have to take the book with her while hunting deer, but unfortunately it was not something she could just whip out on the spot. The incantation version was far too long and complicated for her to memorize, and the runic version required a catalyst... which; Alice does own, but it is too heavy to just wander the woods with. Too fragile to bring in her vehicle too- they will also somehow have to get the stag back here to the house. They have to kidnap a deer. This is why you don't use out of date magic- it is stupidly inefficient and half the spells come with some bite-you-in-the-ass monkey-paw sort of backlash no one wants to have to deal with. It was also a bit hard to for either of them to actually get to sleep because of the memories of earlier that night. Alice could not stop thinking of how good it felt, but also how it should not have felt so good. She is a hetero woman, she isn't supposed to like other women in the first place- that isn't her, it is deer. She isn't supposed to have a penis, and she shouldn't feel that good. Her pleasure is also the stag's pleasure experienced THROUGH her. Instead of using the unaware beast for her own pleasure it felt like she was unintentionally being used for his pleasure... even though she is the one who made the spell in the first place. And to this moment the deer is still entirely in the dark as to what is happening. Like; not even the slightest clue. Being like this felt so good, but the situation was so BAD! She loved the feeling but hated that she loved it. At least her mind remained her own- though it was increasingly just a prisoner inside of someone else's body. The pleasure also could not stop, even briefly. It let up when the fun ended obviously, but because their arousal and pleasure is shared- either one or the other will experience something that will bring both of them back up; preventing either from ever being completely satiated. Alice wanted to focus; to be serious about this dire situation but her thoughts kept wandering back to lust, and a need to bury her long thin rod into another fleshy hole. Maddison kept thinking about earlier as she tried to get to sleep too- it was a weird situation to be sure. She was not into women but... Alice is technically male right now, aside from her boobs. The beautiful and only partially changed face of a woman, the plump and pert breasts and torso shape of a woman, buried inside an otherwise cervine body. It felt good, and it was incredibly hot. It was still weird she did that with her friend. Doing it with a beast was kinky as hell though, and that turned her on. Some small part of her wanted to look up a spell to regress Alice's thoughts too so she could have her own tamed, pet buck to face-fuck her whenever she wanted... but she could never do that to Alice, and scolded herself for even thinking of it. The next day; they both slept in, quite a bit. Neither got to sleep easily and Alice was exhausted from everything else on top of that. When Alice's alarm went off she woke up only briefly enough to call in sick to work- the fact her voice doesn't sound right only helped to sell her lie that she is ill. Maddison helped her wake up the second time, preparing them both a quick lunch before they head out! Maddison came over in her rickety truck, so Alice would be somewhat covered while they travel to the forest at least. Her top half is the most human after all- and that is the only part you can see from outside the truck. Alice groaned, listening to the truck sputter a bit while the radio was almost always at least half-static. "This thing better not die on us before we even get there, and strand me in the streets as a half deer freak..." "Oh, psshaw. This truck has been through a lot and come out just fine before. My dad gave me this old thing as a fixer-upper first-car sort of thing." "Yea... I think the problem is it was a fixer-upper, and you never fixed 'er up." Maddison shrugged. "Eh, it works- good enough. Don't care if it looks like a turd, as long as it knows how to roll forward." When they arrived the two women decided to pick a different parking spot. They approached from the parking lot at the front- people often camp around this area... but the parking lot was QUITE full... hunters. Alice was immediately filled with the dread thought that... the deer she placed the spell on might get shot by a hunter. Not only would that mean she experiences the pain of being killed without actually dying- it would also prevent the spell from ever being properly removed. To avoid eyes, they had to drive for a good distance away and just parked at the side of a ditch at the edge of town. Alice often leaned on trees to help her balance- she cannot be completely straight upright so her center of gravity is teetering at all times. It was also now doubly confusing for her body to interpret anything. In an office setting it was easier to tell that grass brushing her legs was not actually happening to her, because there is no grass in an office. Now both her and the buck were in the same forest, making it almost impossible to tell what sensation belonged to which entity. It was also unnerving being out in the open with no clothing on her lower body- and a permanently out, half-chub dick wobbling in front of her at all times. If anyone seen her she would be in trouble for a lot more reasons than that though- and hopefully there are no people this far into the forest to encounter her in the first place. But there is no telling how far the hunters go for a kill. Without any wolves in the area- human hunters need to cull the deer herds or they would reproduce faster than their food source can... which is why they wander into the city so often- there is too many of them. Maddison and Alice had to be careful about approaching the deer as well- there is a lot of them, but since it is rutting season; getting too close to a deer might cause a buck to turn aggressive and charge antlers-first. And as Alice can confirm- those tines are real pointy; you don't want to be on the wrong end of those. A lot of these deer had been wandering into the city to cause mischief and nibble the more exotic plants out of people's yards- so they did not have any particular fear of humans. Maddison and Alice could pretty much walk right up to them without them trying to run- as long as they did not move abruptly. The problem is; almost all the deer they found are doe, not stags. The buck are on the run trying to find themselves as many doe to bury their pong in as possible before mating season ends- so they are a constantly moving target, and already much fewer in number than the doe. The trees in these woods are massive- their branches high above so the forest floor is rather roomy to move around in. The ground is more of a soft mulch than simple soil. Many berry bushes- though most berries missing by now- and lots of mushrooms because autumn is the season the mycelium bloom. The tree roots are so massive they protrude from the ground often, making them a bit of a trip hazard. The fresh, earthy air helps calm Alice at least. The forest is a tranquil place to walk around in- a shame her situation was so dire or she could have enjoyed it more. Maddison sighed as they walked past a group of three doe. "Well, at least we can eliminate three fourths of the deer population from our search criteria... since they are all female. Easy to spot the males when we do because of the antlers." Alice shook her head sadly. "We need to get away from the doe I-I bleat think." "Why?" "The buck I am linked with has been over-sexed for almost two full days n-n-nOUUUGHw. His groin muscles ache from over-use. Unlike every other buck; he ISN'T looking for sex. He is going to be the only stag NOT trying to mount a doe. Plus hoOUUGH- h-he probably thinks he has some sort of ghost-lover or something, because he isn't smart enough to know what the hell my spell is doing." "Yea- I can barely wrap my head around what your spell is doing." She huffed, sounding like a buck snorting. "Well it isn't really doOUUgh- ing what it is supposed to anyway, so." Several of the deer around them lifted their head and looked confused at Alice when she bellowed like one of them. They made their way still deeper into the forest- where the ground started to slant upward as the mountain started, though all the trees still pointed straight up. Alice started to walk closer to Maddison, and both of them noted that the doe were wandering closer to them. They were trailing several doe as well. It was a little creepy that they all suddenly started coming toward them at the same time, silently converging on the women. Maddison put her hand out to push one of the deer back who was getting unnervingly close. "Uh... hey... there. What do you girls want?" The doe just licked her hand, because her skin tastes salty. Several more converged on Alice, making it impossible to go forward without having to shove them out of the way first. "Okay- sorry ladies but we have... to go. We not... ugh." Maddison looked at her. "You okay?" "Y-yea they just keep... mmm touch." The doe were practically grinding up against her, all turning either to the side or outright turning completely around, flicking their tails up, offering their rump to Alice. Oh no- they think Alice is a buck. Well... they aren't entirely wrong. Alice tried to move past them but they followed and kept trying to entice her into mounting! They wanted Alice to pick one of them- it did not occur to any of them that 'no' would even be a viable answer during mating season. They have never encountered a stag who didn't want to. Their cool wet noses brushed against her causing her to flinch a bit, and their bodies kept rubbing hers. Unfortunately since her dick isn't covered by anything, it immediately stood up and started throbbing. Her slightly altered nose was picking up scents her conscious mind could not even register- but her body was still reacting to. Maddison blushed brightly, getting sort of shuffled away from Alice by all the doe forming around her. "Uh... maybe you should just bang one so the rest go away?" "N-NO! I bleat not... a-animal..." She tried to shove past them but only stumbled and was partially caught by yet more doe. "I am not a mahoOOAGH- m-male!" Her hip started to tense up in pulses- her conscious mind trying to stop it while her unconscious mind tried to thrust. Her cock was bobbing up and down so regularly now it looked like it was nodded in agreement with the doe- flicking strands of glistening pre that the doe tried to catch on their tongues. One of the doe grabbed the end of Alice's cock in its mouth to suck lightly! "N-nhoOOAH, s-s-stHOOohp!" The pleasure caused her to flop forward; already at a forward lean by default because of her legs. The doe bowed her head to stay on the cock, so her head was under Alice's stomach, her neck along her torso and Alice trying to push herself up and off from the doe's shoulders, but without hands she could not grip the doe. Alice could not stop her hips from thrusting- mouth-fucking the doe without meaning to! The other doe grunt and started to disperse, since the buck had been stolen away. Usually the stag had to chase down and ambush a mate- not have the doe swarm and fight over him. "Guh- get, off... neEED to get off! N-no, climb off. Need to cummmm, n-n-no HOOUGH! bleat Caaan't... stop!" Several of her ribs popped, and her rib cage started to change proportions! It was pushing further forward, becoming barrel shaped, causing her breasts to drift apart from one another. Her breast flesh tightened, causing her tits to firm up and then slowly shrink! The hot tickling feeling of growing fur appeared on her underside as the fur line very slowly started to crawl up toward her changing chest! Alice managed to get enough balance pushing a hoof against the doe's shoulders to shove her upper half off, but before she could skitter backward to pull out of the doe's mouth; her shoulder blades let out a loud crack and shifted forward! Her shoulders shifted forward to either side of her rounding rib cage, forcing a quadruped stance onto her front legs as well as the back! The change in proportion to her ribs also caused her back to let out some dull clicks and lengthen slightly- which would put her at even more of a slouch if she attempted to stand up... making it impossible for her to stand on two legs. She panted and her eyes stared into space with a lust consumed gaze even as she shook her head 'no'. Maddison looked away, blushing- but still kept glancing over from the corner of her eye every ten seconds anyway. The doe slipped off, giving Alice a playful glance as she turned and broke the strand of saliva still connecting her to Alice's cock, before she turned completely around and flicked her tail up to show Alice her neon pink bits. Her udder is too tiny to see from any other angle- but from directly behind you could see the candy pink slope between her legs below her hungry pussy. Alice moved entirely on reflex, turning to try and mount her but did not move forward to actually be able to- her conscious mind still trying to control herself. If Maddison wasn't standing right there, she would likely already be gone. The stag however could feel everything and utterly lacked Alice's futile restraint. The stag leaped up trying to mount the phantom doe, but Alice was so caught up struggling against her own feelings she was not at all prepared to also argue the stag's influence in all this, and her body mirrored his. Alice was at a stalemate with herself, so the stag decided what she did for her, mounting the doe using her body! "N-nhooOOAH, Huuh, HOAAH bleat HOOAH!" Alice tried to close her mouth to just stop making any sounds at all but could not even manage that- they escaped like hiccups, she could not stop bellowing like a buck! Alice gripped the doe around her sides tightly with her forelegs and hammered into her pussy with fast and strong thrusts. The pleasure was explosive- it was all she could think about. It was like a vivid dream- her body just moved on its own, she was just a passenger trapped in the experience. Alice's nose got longer, dragging out her upper jaw as well and her teeth started to fuse back into the jawbone on the top... cervine only have bottom teeth in the front. Her face became longer and longer and more and more narrow, deforming the shape of her entire skull as the deer's shape was forced into her, stretching her humanity into obscurity. Her torso completed its changes with the last alteration being her breasts regressing into nothing- not even colored dots to mark where nipples had formerly been, and the fur covered it and spread up her neck now, picking up speed. The stag was thrusting so rigorously the strands of precum spurting out were hitting his own underside as well as the ground under him as he thrust into the doe remotely. Alice cannot see her own head to know how much is left but she tried to visualize it- trying to imagine herself some humanity to hold onto but it was a losing game. Her face stretched out far enough that her eyes were forced out to the sides like a prey species. The end of her nose moistened and darkened. Alice's human hair started to quickly fall out- that much she could see. She watched the strands of red-brown hair fall away and collect on the ground under them like discarded trash. The fur consumed her face and her iris expanded to hide the white of her eyes, darkening their color. The end of her face white- and bordered by a black streak across the top half of her muzzle, touching the black of her bare nose tip. Alice reared her head up several times- another bellow trying to get out but she was holding it in pointlessly; just trying to blindly defy the changes in any minuscule way she can manage. Her pleasure peaked though, and the stag erupted cum all over the forest floor yet again- which forcefully also triggered Alice to cum! The pleasure whited her thoughts completely again, and her brief moment of defiance faltered and she let out a very loud bellow in triumph as she came into the doe and then practically collapsed on top of her, making her front legs buckle from the deadweight. Maddison shrugged- still not making direct eye contact. "W-well... now you don't have to worry about being tripped up by random changes. Nothing left to change- except back to a human!" Can... you...? "Hear you? Yea. I set up the telekinetic link. We can... get back to the hunt whenever you're... ready- able- willing. Whatever." Need... catch my breath. The doe slipped out from under her and she slumped to the ground like a corpse, breathing heavily still. Too much sex, too much pleasure... not to mention the changes and trying to resist them drained the hell out of her. She also felt rather defeated- like the stag had gotten his revenge on her for putting the spell on him in the first place. Or just reality slapping her in the face for being stupid enough to do it in the first place. After a bit Alice rose shakily onto all fours and followed Maddison as their hunt continued. Now she kept her head low and her ears flopped over in shame of what she has become. The forest thinned as it went up the mountain and the slopes became steeper and more rocky... it was also unlikely the deer would venture up there. Maddison grumbled, looking back toward the front of the forest. "Actually... I am going to look that way, but, you go back to my truck and wait there. I will bring the stag if I see him." What? No, we search better together! Why would I wait back there?? "Because there are hunters in these woods and now you look exactly like a normal-ass buck. I can't afford to bring you toward that area of the woods, and then have you be shot to death by some random hillbilly. We don't have a type of magic to undo being shot." Well- she doesn't look EXACTLY like the other deer. None of the other deer are wearing a purple top and sleeves. Though a bit stretched- her shirt still fits fine. Her chest growing further out forward would have pulled it too tightly- except that she also lost her breasts, which created more space. Her arms are a slightly different shape and her hands are gone but otherwise they are the same size, so the sleeves still fit exactly the same as they did before... they are just a bit too warm now because she also has fur under it. The stag is there, and he is just as likely to be shot as I will be. If he gets killed I am just as fucked regardless. I am coming. "Hrrrmn..." Her fate would actually be worse than the bucks if he were to be shot and killed. Because he will die- she won't. The spell won't cancel and won't be able to be canceled by anyone else at that point... which means she will always feel what he does, even after he is dead. His body decaying... the carrion creatures that come to eat it. The bones being gnawed by rodents. Then the cold void of oblivion for the rest of her days. She would much rather be shot herself than allow him to be shot in her place. The two wandered the woods, scanning the large gap between the immense trees at the heads of all the deer, for any who sported antlers. Maddison also tried to ride Alice like a mount but that absolutely did not work- Alice can't hold that much weight on her back. Alice froze a moment and immediately lifted her head in shock. WATER "Oh shit- he is in the river?!" Blowing his load repeatedly is making him dehydrated! They both ran as fast as they could- there was only one river in the forest, so only one place he could be. Trees don't grow inside the river, so they can look both up and down the length of the river from a single spot to see him. Unfortunately it was not quite that easy- when they arrived they seen quite a few deer grouped up by a deep area of the river where it pooled a bit. Again; most were doe, but there was three bucks present. If they mess up and grab the wrong one- all the others will run away. They have to make sure they grab the correct stag. None of them had any unique markings. Alice stomped her front hoof and two of the three mirrored her. Okay, that eliminates one. There was a quiet pfft sound as one of the buck farted and all of the other deer immediately stopped what they were doing, raised their heads and looked at him. Maddison pointed at him. "Cabbage-eater! Get him!" Alice and Maddison charged at him and all the other deer scattered away to the sides! The buck easily outran Maddison without even trying- Alice however is just as fast as he is... since she literally has the exact same body. She brushed her antlers against trees as she ran deliberately, causing the buck to flinch and lose ground in confusion. Alice had to rely on his influence a bit too though, because she is not at all used to running on all fours. Time seemed to slow for Alice when she seen the glint of glass, and caught out of the corner of her eye bright orange behind a tree. A hunter! He is aiming at the buck! The hunter grinned. "Got you now, twitchy." The stag immediately stopped and ducked the second the gun went off and the bullet flew between the tines of his antlers. The hunter quickly cleared the chamber and loaded the next bullet with a frustrated grunt, then seen Alice charging at him from the side! The hunter put the gun down and ran back, but before he got anywhere the buck ran up, spun up onto his front two legs and slammed the hunter in the side of the head with both rear hooves, blowing him straight off his feet and through several feet of air before hitting the ground. Before the hunter even knew what happened, he looked up and seen two sets of antlers bowed down- pointing at his head from either side, preventing him from getting up. Alice stomped her hoof down between the gun and its strap and kicked it away, behind herself and out of his reach. She can influence the stag's actions- so every fight is going to be two against one. She is effectively two deer. Maddison caught up, wheezing to get her breath back a half minute after the hunter had been pinned already. "Holy... fuck... they run fast. Uhm, can you like... not... kill these deer? They are my friends, so. You can kill whatever other deer you want- I don't care. Just leave these two." He scoffed. "Well ain't that cute." He pointed to the regular buck. "But I have been watching this one all day and I am convinced he is God damn possessed. Been twitching and dancing around like he lost his damn mind. Needs to be put out of his misery. Choose better friends." "N-no, I mean they are my friends from... er, I mean they are HUMAN. Or, one is human and the other is linked to a... human. That probably sounds crazy." "Well that much you've got right at least. Also sounds like bullshit to me. You're one of those damn hippies always trying to save everyone. I got news for you- for creatures to live other creatures need to die. Resources don't just pop out from nothing." "Okay, but- see how this one is wearing clothes? She is a human who turned into a deer. And she needs this deer to be a human again." The man scrunched up his face and shook his head lightly. "Right, and they decided to come out to the forest in the form of a deer because they enjoy being shot?" Maddison sighed, picking up his gun. "Guess I will just be taking this, then, so you don't shoot us in the back. Sorry." The man growled- unable to stop her since the deer were pinning him down still. The buck followed them as they ran- half because it is a herd animal and it was following Alice willingly, and half because Alice was running which made his body also want to run; being partially puppeteered. Now that they were side-by-side it really was like looking at a reflection. Every twitch of their ear, flick of the tail, and the movement of their legs as they trot was exactly identical; done in perfect synchronicity. They both also had their dicks away for once. Now that Alice is fully the buck- their last orgasm really was the last one. If she is an exact copy of him- that means they have the same refractory period, so when they got off last, they were finally spent. That means the spell effects have ended, but the spell itself is still active... and because of how out of control it already became there really isn't any way of telling that the end condition even triggered, because Alice was already fully lost anyway. It is like putting out a fire after all that is left of the house is ash- there was nothing left to burn anyway. Even Alice could not get into the actual truck, because her body was completely different shaped now and her antlers kept getting caught on everything when she tried, so she just lured the stag into the truck bed and sat down so he would sit too. She did not trust him to stand up- he doesn't know how vehicles work to brace himself so if he was standing he would just tumble off the back as soon as the truck moved. Maddison tossed the gun onto the passenger seat and took off as fast as she could- kicking up a storm of dust behind the truck. They need to get this guy to her house as fast as possible to end all this before any more complications arise. As they drove back past the parking lot they once again heard the hunter shouting at them from beside his own vehicle. "There they go! She is kidnapping those deer! Someone stop them- they stole my fuckin' gun too!" Everyone else around him glanced at the truck speeding off and shrugged in confusion. "Aw, hell to this." He jumped into his own truck and took off. They were on the highway that skirts the city proper, returning to Alice's home when Alice looked nervously to Maddison. Uuuh, Mad? Could you maybe go a little faster? "I don't think so. The muffler already sounds like it is about to rattle off the bottom. I trust the old truck but not enough to push my luck." She glanced back. "Why?" She seen in the rearview- the hunter in his truck, going well past the speed limit to catch up to them quickly. And then as he caught up he leaned out the driver side window with a pistol in his hand! "You nature hugging hippy shit! If you don't let me hunt my deer- I will hunt YOU." He shot the side of the truck, deflecting off the side, just leaving a cut up the side of the truck as a warning shot. The truck shook from Maddison getting scared from the shot and almost yanking the steering wheel to the side on reflect. "Are you kidding me? This truck might be a piece of shit, but it is MY piece of shit." Another shot grazed them. "Jesus! You're trying to murder us because of an old bolt action?" Without slowing down she grabbed his rifle up off the seat and held it out her driver's window. "Look- we don't want it, you just made us take it. Have it back!" She tossed the rifle onto the road beside the truck and it immediately bounced up and back down directly into the left tire of the hunter's truck causing his truck to jump, and the gun to get smashed in half. "You broke my God damn gun!" "Oh for fuck's sake. Technically YOU broke the gun." He shot at them again- this time hitting the edge of the back flap on the bed- clearly aiming for the two deer. Maddison glanced around trying to look for somewhere to lose him but there was no turnoffs for a bit, and no one was on the road right now really. Where was a stray cop when you needed one? She can't take her cell out to call the police while also driving the truck as fast as she can. She seen him taking aim at Alice and the buck again and did the only thing she could think of- slammed the breaks. The deer were shoved up against the body of the truck, and the back of the truck smashed into the front of the hunter's truck. Maddison hit the gas immediately after, so when the hunter rammed into them they returned to full speed quickly. The hunter's truck wobbled violently but he refused to let off the gas and lose his prey, and he managed to straighten it out. Both his headlights were gone now and the front grill looked like crumpled tinfoil. The back fender on Maddison's truck was rattling around ready to fall off at any moment. As soon as he managed to steady the truck again he leaned out the side, taking aim with his pistol. Maddison's truck isn't going to be able to take many hits like that, but the two sitting deer might as well be two sitting ducks back there, waiting to get shot otherwise. Alice got the stag to stand up, gave him a nod while staring into his eyes. He looked at her confused, flicked his ears and then very slowly nodded back. Sorry you're dick is too small to let anything go. But we couldn't give less of a buck. The hunter shot at Alice first, but both deer bowed their heads and the bullet went through the rear window over their heads and stopped lodged halfway out the front windshield, covering it with hairline cracks! The two stag locked their antlers together, then they swung around and the buck yanked his head up, ripping Alice off the bed of the truck and threw her off the back!! Alice curled herself and hit back-first into the hunter's windshield exploding it inward and causing the entire front of the vehicle to bounce off the road. The truck came to an abrupt stop, turning to the side a bit from the force of trying to stop so suddenly, and then lurched onto two wheels. "Oooh, no no no no no!" He shook his head at the approaching ground. His front half was still out the driver side window, but now Alice was taking up the entire cab, preventing him from getting back inside! The truck slowly fell over onto its side- pinning him to the ground under its weight! Maddison stopped her truck immediately when she seen Alice fly off like a cervine missile. She ran over to see if she was okay, but Alice got up just fine. Both her and the stag winced- they were hurt, but all things considered; not that badly. Her back was covered with small cuts from the exploded glass, and bruised from the impact but nothing was broken. Her shirt was all cut up at the back- having it still on probably helped shield her a bit. She jumped back into the bed with the stag and Maddison quickly called the cops on the psychopath hunter and bolted from the scene before they actually show up. Both the stag and Alice were so tired, and sore, and just emotionally drained and ready for this to be over finally. Maddison already had the catalyst ready and the book out and on the page she needed so she cast the counter spell the moment they got inside- not even cleaning the blood off Alice's back first. ----- After about a week, the sting of the truck accident and the strain of her ordeal started to fade and life got back to... mostly normal. The transformation back luckily had been virtually instant, unlike her transformation into a deer, which had been annoyingly slow. Going from feeling two bodies all the time back to only feeling her own was like walking out of the mosh pit at a concert and stepping into a library. EVERYTHING seemed so calm and tranquil in comparison. It would also be a good long while before she got horny again. Alice finished tossing the huge bowl of leafy salad, showing it to Maddison. "Eh?" Maddison smiled from her seat on the couch. "Nice stuff. He is lucky to have a girlfriend like you!" "Yo damn right." She turned to shout down the hall. "Honey- breakfaaaast!" Buck came wandering into the kitchen from the bedroom,yawning and then shaking his head- accidentally scraping the wall on either side of the hall with his antlers. "Aaah- I told you to be careful when you do that. Anyway... me and Maddison are going to the movies so you have the house to yourself today." He grunt and nodded, then trot over to the counter to put his head into the salad bowl. Maddison stood up and went over to Alice as they headed for the front door. "I wonder if he will ever try to invite his own friends over for a party? Haha." "No way! No stag parties!"
(M TF Anthro Hippogriff, genital mutation & hyper) Julius Wingael; a name recognized across all of the paradise island of RHEI. The island was created to house the test subjects of the Rebuilding Humanity Effort- RHE. When Julius first set foot on the island it was still being founded. The sorceress paragon Moth helped lead the researchers and provided them with this paradise to work with. Originally they came to the island to help her with her own tests, but once she was done the researchers banded together for their own cause to found RHE. Moth remained on board long enough to help create their first test subject- the resplendent Test Subject 01; Serene Stonewall. Where Julius fit in, is his father Gratory Wingael is one of the researchers in RHE; he is an Bio Alchemist. He distills and transmutes the genetic information of animals to imprint their traits into a transmittable substance. When he brought his son Julius with him to RHE, he was only 9 years old, and seemingly too young to go to such a remote work location with his old man, but unfortunately there was no mother back home to look after him. Shortly after giving birth to Julius' baby sister; Gratory's wife was killed in a traffic accident. There are no schools on the island, so unlike Gratory himself; Julius does not live on RHEI, but he visited it to stay with his father often. Gratory could teach him plenty on his own as well, being a certified professor. When his father could not guide him around his stays on RHEI, Serene looked after Julius, being the next youngest person present. Serene was only 19 when she became a test subject. Serene being his babysitter and secret young crush; Julius became very invested in RHE's work at a very young age, and already made up his mind to follow his father's work. Though far from stupid- it did become apparent with time that Julius was not quite up to snuff with the others on the research team. Like Serene, he did not take well to sitting in one place for too long, or being too serious for too long. There was too many things he wanted to see and do in life and humans have too few years in the world to experience it in, it seemed impossible to justify sitting still. Julius' baby sister eventually proved herself somewhat of a prodigy and matched her older brother's knowledge in only a fraction of the time. Compared to most people Julius is brilliant- but to be an RHE researcher and re-engineer a human body on its most base levels you have to be a cut above even other genius, and Julius is not that. He had charisma though, and thanks to having spent much more time on the island than his sister, Julius had the ability to inspire and bring together the staff and subjects. Tessa Bucset was the original RHE Overseer. A rather stern woman, but a skilled researcher and an excellent planner. It was her organizational skills that formed RHE from the formerly nameless research team Moth had gathered. When eventually Tessa stepped down to retire to a less involved General Applications role, she crowned Julius the new Overseer. He had the knowledge to keep up with the lingo of the researchers, he had the experience to know how RHE ran, and he had the connections to knit together the research team and its subjects better than Tessa could have done herself. For the first year of Julius' rule things went quite well, and all according to plan. His little sister Olivia was finishing University and by the end of the year Julius was introducing her as their newest Bioarcanist. Olviia's role is a step up from their father's work- Gratory's alchemy provided the genetic solutions to use as building blocks for the tinctures. Olivia's Bioarcanistry is what put the tincture together using those building blocks. Transformation magic existed everywhere in the world- though very expensive in most places. What set those apart from what RHE is doing is that RHE's tinctures change your actual genome. If a spell runs out of mana or is dispelled, the effects end immediately as if having simply been an illusion. RHE tinctures never wear off. They change your genetics- the body you transform into becomes the new you, that is your life from then on. It was not enough that it created a body that simply looked a certain way- it needed to function like that on a microbiological level. Olivia took the genetic instructions from other creatures that alchemists like her father extracted, and then distilled the aspects needed to make a unique blend to apply to someone else and re-write how their cells regenerate. That is where Julius' legacy truly became defined. Shortly into the next year, after barely getting his sister settled into her new role- he proposed himself as RHE's next test subject. Having made a promise to Serene as a child; Julius is determined to bridge the gap between RHE researchers and its test subjects. As it stood, the two remain isolated from one another- the test subjects inherited paradise down in the island valley with their self-forged society. The RHE staff however remained in the main complex up on their plateau on the north end of the island, and only really venture out into the rest of the island on business- checking up on test subjects. It is not as though anyone was unhappy about this, but that did not mean it couldn't be better. The RHE staff deserved a slice of the paradise they helped create too, and the test subjects did not need to feel so out of place around them. Julius proposed that he make himself the 37th test subject for RHE. This would allow him to be both Overseer and Test Subject at the same time; using himself as a bridge between the two. Many other RHE staff expressed uncertainty and tried to argue the situation, but none of them had any actual arguments against his proposed idea. It caught everyone off-guard, and even Olivia was leery of going along with it, letting her own brother transform himself. Well... most of what Olivia was against was Julius informing her that she would not be one of the researchers working on his tincture. Being his little sister, she demanded to work on it obviously, but it Julius would not have it. "Conflict of interest, little sister. You want to make sure I am alright- you care about me, but this tincture is about a test, not love. You can't take my side over results, so only neutral parties will be involved. Hermela Tristmagistus will be the one in charge of the TS37 tincture." Olivia inflated her cheeks in an exaggerated pout. "Hermela is an eccentric! She gave herself four arms! I wouldn't even trust her to cook a meal without trying to make a lab rat out of it!" Julius laughed, patting her head. "I would rather her make a lab rat out of a meal than a meal out of a lab rat. The fact she is willing to go to those extremes is not what you should focus on- but more the fact she is able to make those extremes work. I trust this in her... many hands." Both Olivia and Julius have golden hair and seafoam blue eyes, but soon Julius would be getting a mix of other traits. He did not want to become a test subject just for the sake of changing to call himself one- it had to be an actual test, so a form RHE had not yet attempted. For this he chose the unusual beast- Hippogriff. It looks exactly like a half horse, half bird- though it is a convergent species, and has no direct genetic ties with birds or horses. Julius watched the tincture empty from the syringe as Hermela injected it. "So... flight?" Hermela shrugged. "Maybe, but I wouldn't get your hopes up. We trained the initial transformative cells to basically act as gate keepers- they will watch the strain level on your system, and freak out if it gets too high. Wings would need to be huge to carry even your current weight, and big limbs require more bloodflow than you may be able to handle. We leave this up to the transformative cells though, because we do not know yet how the genes will even interact with you. Technically hippogriff is one species to hybridize with, but it has the traits of two other animals in itself- so it's like you are becoming a three way hybrid rather than two." She wiped the injection site with cotton using a second right hand while placing down the syringe. Hermela has 3 right hands- her organic arm ends at the elbow. She gave herself three prosthetic, golem arms instead of one, though other researchers have warned her that splitting her cognitive control of her right arm three ways may have long-term repercussions on her mental health. Her brain isn't meant to control that many limbs. Julius hummed in thought. "How long will this take? I know it's been different time frames for almost every transformation..." Hermela nodded. "We control the speed for the most part, or in cases like your bestie Serene- break it into stages. Faster is generally better, because then they skip the awkward middle stages where their body sort of don't work right. For you this should not take too long. We do not know if you will get wings, hooves, claws or all the above, so best not wander around. Just hang out in your room and it should be done before the night is out." Julius went to leave but paused at the door. "Oh and... make sure Olivia doesn't come to see me before this is done, ya?" "Knowing how these transformations work and how awkward or sexual they can inadvertently become; I seriously doubt she would even try, as concerned as she may be. But, sure." Julius did not need to actually leave the building- since he just became a test subject now he does not yet have a place in the valley with the others. His apartment is in a side building attached to the main one through the offices on the second floor- you actually cannot get into the building from outside, only the overpass from the offices. Most of the staff were busy researching since it was the middle of the afternoon, so he did not run into anyone on his way back to the apartment. Julius flopped onto his bed and started to play some videogames while waiting for the changes to kick in. He definitely felt something, but it was an odd feeling he could not describe deep inside of himself. Julius reached back to scratch his neck and paused in thought a second, realizing his hairline was unusually far down. He held his hand there for a moment concentrating, and sure enough felt new hairs poking his hand as they sprouted at unnatural speeds. That was the slight itch he felt back there- his hairline was advancing down! What part of the changes was that, though? He supposed it must be the mane- except an actual hippogriff has a mane of feathers, not hair. Both human and horse have hair though, which must have caused it to change. As the hairline advanced down it became narrow quickly, so it only travelled down the back of his neck in a relatively thin line. This change did not even get the chance to finish before the muscles in his leg started to involuntarily stretch. The muscles stretched like they would in a normal sense, but this was followed by a squirming as they stretched in a more literal sense, and then repeated the process in soft pulses. Julius was expecting the feeling to be more intense, but it was surprisingly subtle and almost natural feeling. It also sounded more intense than it actually is- once the changes pushed against the confines of his human foot the multitude of small bones started to sound off muffled clicks and snaps that sounded like it should be painful, yet was not. Julius had been resting back quite a bit but sat up to get a better look at his feet changing. 37 test subjects in- he was confident there would be no problem with his leg structures so he was perfectly calm watching them change shape, as bizarre as it looked in the halfway stages. The heel of his foot ballooned up huge, and then his foot started to stretch rapidly and the bones were pulled in to one another, fusing into a single cannon bone. The cannon bone then swelled to better match the huge ankle and heel. All the toe joints merged into a single joint which bulged to also mirror the ankle. His toes thickened and darkened as the material became inhumanly dense, and started to shove the skin away as the nails overtook the ends of his toes. When his toes were yanked together by the fusion of the bones inside, they united into one and the nail segments almost immediately after did the same. The extra-long nail continued to get more and more thick, pulling the structure of the singular toe back to match its growth. It arched backward and filled in, creating the signature U shaped hoof print of an equine. It was actually a bit of a coin toss what his feet would turn into, since a hippogriff has different ends to their fore and hind legs- there was a small chance he got bird feet. Julius was actually happier to get hooves. From what other test subjects have reported- standing for long periods of time is easier on hooves, and you never really have to worry about shoes. Obviously stepping on jagged rocks or dropped nails or something would still be a hazard even with hooves- if the hoof itself becomes chipped or cracked; it will hurt bad, and take a considerable amount of time to heal. The change felt to him like a bit of a mix between expanding and contracting at the same time- the inward force of the bones fusing and compacting together but also enlarging and taking up more space, putting outward pressure on the surface tissue. He was not wearing socks since he is just hanging out in his apartment he took them off ahead of time. His pants now no longer covered his legs properly- the humanoid portion of his legs remained the same length, so adding a cannon bone in place of a normal foot gave his overall legs at least an additional foot of length, making the pant legs much too short. Julius turned himself toward the door to his apartment and stood up off the bed, but teetered and almost fell back down, when the feeling surged up his legs! He thought the change was done, but putting his weight on his legs emphasized the lingering feeling and he realized the changes were working their way up! The bones in his lower legs are actually larger than the upper- this was now correcting itself. This thigh structure did not change from human, so he would have no trouble walking on two legs still- but the bone inside is enlarging and the muscle around it tightened on its own and swelled! His thighs became larger quickly, but as the size change slowed, the structure continued to condense; becoming more solid and defined- you could see the muscle inside on the surface! His pants pulled tight, making the legs seem even shorter because his thighs were taking up more material for themselves. This also caused his glutes to enlarge, and then internal pressure caused his hip bones to audibly groan, forcing Julius to bent over forward- putting his hands on his knees to hold himself up. The bigger his butt got, the further his pants sunk in the back, exposing more of himself. The enlarged leg bones needed larger sockets to link into the hip, and the muscle structure is becoming too large for his human hips anyway. Like his thighs- his hips did not change shape at all; they just got bigger. His hip bone groaned with a sound similar to hard plastic being bent to the point of almost snapping. Because the pelvis has no joints in itself, it never popped, so there was no abrupt re-adjustment, just a pressure and groaning sound as it slowly expanded. His anus completely vanished between the large butt cheeks, but the gradual expansion of his hips spaced the cheeks out further, and then his anus gained more equine traits, projecting out further and darkening into a deep brown, plush doughnut shape. Julius sat back down on the edge of the bed slowly and pulled his pants off, since they did not even come close to fitting properly anymore anyway. When he removed them he seen the coloration of his skin altering. From the hooves up- his legs were gaining a dark brown coat of very short hairs- the fine shimmering pelt of an equine. The skin under the fur was changing too though- it was darkening in some places more than others. The near-black shade of brown his enlarged anus took crept up his taint as it enlarged up toward the front of his crotch. It was an odd feeling, sort of like getting an erection except it was starting much further back. Once the growth passed over his balls, they heated up and pulled closer to his body and felt a dull tingle as they swelled! Julius always knew his genitals changing was a likely possibility, but had not given it particularly close thought. The skin on his penis seemed to be affected rather than the phallus itself- the swelling growth that travelled up the parineum paused at the base. The skin darkened and bloated out, making the shaft very thick, but then continued to grow even more, causing it to layer itself, creating soft rubbery folds of skin. The growth of excess skin turned to the same near-black as the rest affected by these changes and started to tug on the shaft where the foreskin joined for a moment, before suddenly it let go! The skin advanced further than the shaft itself and popped relatively straight, removing many of the folds! It turned into a sheath! Julius blushed and gently grabbed the sheath, squishing it in his hands to feel the new flesh. It is very soft and smooth, and frankly fun to play with. His balls were still growing- surpassing tennis ball size now and quickly advancing to softballs. They are rocking up and down in the sheath so the weight increase is not yet apparent, because they are yet to fully rest in the scrotum. The growth kept triggering minor contractions so the balls kept lifting themselves, and then pushing lower as their size increases, so they were hovering around the mid-point in their sack. Even though the scrotal flesh was keeping up with the ball size, the creases in it naturally ironed themselves out- equine have smooth scrotums. Julius also felt resistance against his hand squishing the sheath flesh, and let go as it swelled larger! His penis within was changing shape and growing considerably larger. By the time the head popped out of the sheath it was already looking purpled as the skin color shifted to match the rest- though a single spot on the upper part of the shaft remained immune, and stayed a neon pink. The glans became stretched and flattened a bit as the shaft expanded in girth ahead of it, pulling it out horizontally. Julius leaned far back, holding himself up with his hands on the bed, watching his crotch with curiosity, and enjoying the automatic pleasure it caused. As his penis emerged it wobbled back and forth on its own- and internally it almost felt like it was filling with some sort of thick fluid- thicker than the blood it is actually filling with. The growth is not entirely even, so it feels like it is bouncing back and forth like waves inside of the shaft, causing it to flop around entirely on its own. It became nearly as thick as a beer can before he felt the tightening inside travelling up- the normal feeling of getting an erection. Which means all the growth so far was just that- raw growth; it's still fully flaccid and already longer than it used to be at full mast! It stood in attention- the wobbling of the growth being subdued by the rigidness. The urethra seemed to pull straight faster than the rest, causing it to project from the glans. The divot it sat between started to sink in around the urethra, and then the entire head flared outward- the corona becoming bumpy and very pronounced, opening up like an umbrella. The domed front of the glans remained relatively the same, just stretched out much further horizontally and the divot between the two haves a bit more pronounced. When it started to actually stand, Julius started to worry a bit. It was twice his old size before it even started to actually erect. It was still growing slowly in girth when it erected too- so rather than narrow a bit as it stretched; it is still the girth of a beer can! Then it stretched longer. 12 soft inches of thick, heavy, rubbery meat- then 13, 14... already beyond record breaking human size. 15 inches, 16, 17, 18, 19 now, a meat-bat big enough to knock someone out with. It no longer wobbled, and when its weight shifted he could feel the tug on his crotch at the base of the sheath, the force of its increasing weight. 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25 inches- his sheath did nothing to rein it in, unlike an actual horse sheath; his was not fused to his underside. It only attached at the very base, so if anything it just added even more to the overall length! Julius started to feel a bit chilly and light headed... this was a problem. His dick is bigger than his heart is meant to handle- erecting it is causing his blood pressure to plummet. When Julius gets erections now he becomes almost literally love drunk- he will be delirious from being anemic thanks to his crotch hogging all the blood oxygen. The really bad part though, is that his shaft still has some bend to it... it is still going. 26, 27, 28, 29- his thoughts are spinning and Julius sits up straight to grasp the shaft, already trying to work it to get it down, before it is even fully up. Sitting up like this- the head of his cock is already above his actual head! 30 inches long, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35; you now had better odds of finding his pulse by grabbing his cock than you did his wrist or neck. The shaft felt hot but his body became cold. The glans flared as he cupped one hand exclusively below the corona, bumping up against its underside to attack the phallus at its weakest point. The medial ring was the second most sensitive part, so his other hand was just below it, and brushed against it on the up-stroke. The glans started to itch from the blood pressure collecting there, pulling it so tight. 36 inches, 37 inches, 38 inches, and another 0.4 before it finally capped out, and the shaft was completely rigid! That is 3.2 feet long total- not at all something that should be hanging from a human crotch. Julius could not even completely touch finger to thumb around the girth of the shaft, and thrust softly with his hips as he twisted his hands and tried to work at the most sensitive points only- since his hands could only cover a small percentage of the overall dick. This was the full size of a well hung stud; bigger than a human could actually use properly, to masturbate or have sex using. Heck he wouldn't even be able to use smaller bathrooms because his dick would be inside of the toilet bowl by the time he had enough unraveled to pee out of. By the time his balls stopped growing, each was the size of an ostrich egg- just shy of a small cantaloupe in size, and when they finally relaxed and hung fully in the scrotum he could definitely notice the weight. That was part of the reason he started to thrust softly with his hips- feeling his huge nuts flop against the edge of the bed was nice, but also their weight tugging on the base of his sheath caused the lower shaft to tighten, pulling the nerves within tighter momentarily. Julius could not concentrate on anything but sexual thoughts even if he wanted to at the moment, and even those thoughts were rapid blips- unable to grasp one for very long. Feeling became louder than conscious thought. Some of the fat veins toward the base of the shaft were as thick as his fingers. He would have liked to nibble on the corona to help set himself over the edge but the dick is taller than he is and has no bend to it anymore so his mouth can't actually get to the head. Luckily, the reason equine do not have baculum in their penis is because they don't take long at all to mate, so the shaft doesn't need to stay erect for long. The shaft throbbed stone hard, and he could feel the hot rush jet up as his massive hefty balls lifted themselves to bopped against his crotch. He managed to bend the shaft forward a bit before it started to erupt horse cum against the wall. If he left it to blast straight up it would have rained down all over the room! Julius was panting for some time, just staring forward as his mental prowess started to return to him. It felt like if that had gone on for much longer he would have started to black out. The giant beast between his legs lost its rigidity quickly, flopping down heavily, then started to fatten up as it shortened. The front packing itself in under the medial ring, while the ring and the shaft below that pulled into the sheath, making it thicker as well. His sheath was quite large and fat looking once it finally packed itself away completely- there was not enough room even in his enlarged human hips to stuff it all, so the sheath took almost all of it. Julius had not noticed other changes taking hold during all that- he had not been aware of anything other than the throbbing pillar in front of him. Behind him now swished a horse tail- though the hair on it is black, not the dark brown his fur took. The fur that started at his hooves now consumed his hips and stopped there. At the base of the equine tail though; there is a large plume of dark metallic green feathers! They are long and narrow, and form a large fan at the base of the tail just before the hair starts. The mane forming on his neck was now complete as well- his neck has gotten a little thicker and the veins inside also increasing in size while the hairline advanced down to between his shoulder blades on his upper back before stopping. The mane grew in at the same length as the hair on his head already was- which is just a bit over two inches. His hair transitioned from his natural golden blond in the front to black at the very end- the color of the hair on his tail. Julius ran his hands over his head to feel around and found his ears were now leaf-shaped and able to pivot around like equine ears too. His changes seemed to stop, but he was also extremely hungry now suddenly. After masturbating and transforming his body's resources were dangerously low, so he went to his kitchen to prepare himself a massive snack of whatever random things he could eat with the least amount of preparation time and even then he ended up eating several things without doing anything at all with it- like taking two bites out of a brick of cheese. The kitchen in his apartment is tiny- but the fridge itself is connected by a summoning spell that measures missing food, and replenishes it once a day. All the test subjects in the valley have the same thing- at around noon every day their food is restocked instantly without them having to do or say anything. Of course what the spell restocks the fridge with can be altered if they want- as long as they don't order something harmful, like a dangerous amount of alcohol. The test subjects actually had it better than the RHE staff- they have a one floor home, but it is a nice place and fairly spacious- including vertically, because many of the test subjects are taller than normal humans. The RHE staff however live in an apartment about the size of the living room of one of the test subjects. A bed under a single window- the kitchen area about the same size as the closet beside it. The TV actually pulled out from the counter in the kitchen, because it is down from the foot of the bed. Then a small space for a desk or whatever, and behind the head of the bed is the wall dividing it from the small bathroom. So the bedroom, living area, and kitchen were all technically the same place- there is no wall dividing them. Walking from his bed to the kitchen was literally two steps. It is a good thing his expanded hips put his legs a bit further apart from each other- it gave his thighs a bit more of a gap to help fit his now massive package. Every step he took he felt the heavy balls flop from one side to the other, and the fat sheath bouncing on top of them from every little movement. He ate ravenously for some time, and even as he ate he started to feel the sensation of bodily changes starting up again. The transformation only stopped because his body ran out of materials to fuel it. It started as weak pulses of pressure that he could not pin-point, but each pulse seemed to be stronger and last for longer, and soon it became clear that it had no specific point of origin. He grabbed the counter to steady himself and groaned loudly as his entire body grew larger! The pressure was through his entire skeletal structure. Julius flinched and looked at his hands as his skin started to scrunch up on its own and pinch tighter! His nails and skin thickened and darkened the same. His fingernails grew thicker and darker, but then became much more narrow horizontally, causing them to thicken even faster and then became longer at double the speed! His skin darkened and hardened as it became thick and then folded over itself slightly at several points, becoming scale-like. Like a bird leg. The forelegs of a hippogriff are avian. Uh oh... if they turn all the way he won't be able to hold things properly! Julius' concentration became split once again as another change hit him before these even finished! Long bulges of muscle squirmed in his upper back, branching off existing muscles, forming the structure for new limbs without actually having the limbs to occupy yet. His overall growth at least stopped relatively soon- he only gained a few more inches in height. His little sister would now be considerably smaller than he is now- especially with the added height his new hooves gave him on top of the growth. Julis gripped the counter from the feelings in his hands, but surprised himself and quickly released when he unintentionally dug trenches in the countertop! His nails evolved into pointed claws, and then into hooked talons- they would be four inches long each if you were to somehow straighten the steep curve out of them. Each talon is shaped like a crescent moon, forming a half circle off the end of his fingers. The banded flesh of the bird limbs did not turn quite as dark as the talons- the talons were a charcoal grey, nearly black. The skin stopped at a dark base grey, and on his palms it still had a slight pink hue from his former coloration. The further up his arms it went the less it seemed to affect though- turning less into the banded scales of a birds leg. By the time it reached his elbows it gave up entirely, leaving his upper arms completely unaffected. Which also means the structure of his hands isn't changing. His hands are still human shaped, It's just the skin and talons that changed, so he still has thumbs to be able to manipulate things like a normal human. Julius was able to breathe a sigh of relief from that at least. Julius flopped over the counter and arched his back forward as the skin over the bulges on his back started to yank outward and stretch into new limbs! Calcium jelly formed into the little noodle limbs, then condensed into proper bone, but again the changes seemed to stop short. Once the initial segment of the limbs formed it stopped- with just a single joint it was not really a wing. He grunt and flinched again from a powerful prickling feeling in them as quills blossomed and bloomed into a flurry of dark metallic green feathers to match those around the base of his tail- they consumed the proto-limbs. They were essentially just large plumes of feathers he could fan out off his back- not really wings, and not even a fraction of the size they would need to be to enable flight in the first place. He waited a bit longer, lingering in the kitchen to slowly snack on a bit more food, waiting for more changes but this seemed to be the actual end of it. Julius tapped a talon against the counter. "Great, oversized genitals and I also cannot fly..." He used his onyx slate to summon Hermela to his apartment after a few hours of gaming after his changes, and made sure to tell her to bring some extra-large pants, with extra-long legs. When she arrived, she tossed the pants onto the bed and immediately knelt down to examine his changes immediately with no initial conversation. Julius just rolled his eyes and sat up on the edge of the bed again to let her look him over. He has known the RHE research team since he was a kid- he knows how they work, so he knows not to be embarrassed about being exposed to them, even if the researcher is a woman. They look at your genetic code- they have already examined human bodies on a level of detail most can only imagine; there is nothing to hide from them. Especially now that he is transformed- this is a body she designed after all. These changes are like a sculpture she made, and his original body was the clay. Hermela nodded. "Well. Everything seems to have worked out. Now we know how convergent species hybrids work in transformation. It does indeed apply them 1:1 for the most part. Parts that are bird on the origin sample are bird on the end result. If we did not program specific genetic instructions to delegate avian limbs to say your hands or feet when transforming it would be a coin toss which the transformation did. But on this species the front and back legs are different, so you had to get bird on the front and horse in the back or nothing at all- hippogriff looks like a hybrid of two species but its only one set of genetic instructions so the body still reacts as if it were only one set of features- which means there is no room for the traits to become jumbled." He leaned forward and pointed at his mane. "Hippogriff are feather from the midriff up though." "That is from human interference though, not a result of the horse and bird traits clashing. YOU are still a hybrid, because you are still over half human." She took out a notebook and started to scribble notes in a handwriting so awful only she would be able to read. "So uhm... when the genitals were changing... they became... full sized." Hermela raised an eyebrow, pausing her writing for a moment. "Full sized in regards to-?" "A large horse." "Ah, so... too big for a human." Julius nodded. "Well... shit. That might be an issue." "Didn't you say you programmed the germination genes to freak out if the body became strained? Why didn't they work?" "Well, technically your body is fine." She motioned over him as he slipped the new pants on. "You have no issues right now. The issue comes from your phallus being grossly oversized, but... it is only like that when erect. It isn't normally erect. It likely engorged itself as a result of the changes, which means by the time it strained your system, it was already too late to do anything about it. Changes can only be induced, not removed. At best, we MIGHT be able to regress them, slightly. And even that is a big maybe. Look at Nancy- completely feral." Hermela shrugged. "We can't do a thing for her. Let's see how you handle it. Go about your days normally and we will see how big of an issue it really is. Preferably we only attempt to regress you if it is a severe issue- because we run the risk of potentially making things worse by trying to fuck with it." "Like Tolli." Hermela nodded. "Yea, like Tolli." Though he is a test subject now; Julius is also still the RHE Overseer, so he remained in his apartment with no plans to move into the valley yet. He got used to the hooves quickly- horse hooves are very large so they provide a good sturdy surface area to stand on. The only issue is it was a bit difficult to stand up off a smooth surface, like an uncarpeted flood, because the hooves had less grip than human flesh would on such a material. The other issue is sound- it is really hard to move around without making a clopping sound from his hooves against the ground. Olivia was quick to visit him and check on his changes. As expected, she insisted she braid his new horse tail and annoyingly kept playing with his equine ears. Julius ended up watching her braid his tail to remember for himself later. The tail was a bit of a pain when using the toilet, because he had to keep all its hair from falling in; which is a lot less of an issue if all the hair is already collected into a braid. His talons were a bit trickier to work around; their points are very sharp so it is easy to accidentally puncture things or hook blankets or clothing by accident and rip them. It was a good thing he got to practice using them on other things before he ever had to masturbate while having them- because they would definitely not feel good against his shaft. After three days, Julius was getting nervous about his endowments. Hermela was still clearly leery about issuing any additional changes and kept telling him to test it out more, but Julius was clearly leaning toward changing again. When he sat down on any firm surface it put pressure on his taint- which caused his sheath to bulge and a bit of the soft dick to pop out the top and threaten to start engorging. When he woke up his morning wood is so big the head rubs against the wall over the headboard of his bed! He can turn his alarm clock off just by rolling over- causing his cock to slam down on top of it. This prevents him from going to the bathroom first thing in the morning unless he figures out a way to pee straight up. When he is in the shower, having to clean his junk it always ends up at at least a half-chub. He has to clean out the sheath opening too or it gets real musky. He planned to move into the valley at some point, but right now he would never survive being around all the test subjects at once. Serene alone has tits the size of his entire body each- how is he going to stand in the shadow of those behemoths and expect his rod to stay sleeping? It did not take much to wake the beast up- and it's so large that it is hard to avoid bumping into anything; he cannot walk without flopping it back and forth. And it is so large that he doesn't need to get a full erection for it to already be a problem! Julius knows as well as anyone that using a second transformation is risky, and he could endure the embarrassment of having such large, trigger happy endowments... but not with the bodily strain on top of it. Julius wandered down into the valley after an early dinner on the fourth day transformed. The sun was starting to dip lower, and most test subjects would be staying inside for the night at this point- though the island was never completely quiet. He was going to head to the beach and think about his decision. RHEI is an island, but because it was formerly a caldera it is surrounded on all sides by mountains that were formerly the rim of the great volcano- so there was only a beach on the west side of the island that actually looked out onto the ocean. He paused in the great grass field on the way over though, hearing someone speak up from the shadow of the nearby forest, nestled to the north between the plains and the main complex. "We have a new test subject? I never heard anything about that." "Yea... what is your number? There must be around forty of us now." Julius put his hand over his brow in an effort to see them, but the leaning light of the evening sun made too high a contrast to the shadow under the forest canopy. Looking into the light from a dark place is a lot easier than looking from a bright place into the dark. "I am TS37. Julius." He left out the part about him being in charge of the entire island, but they also didn't really need to know, and he would rather them not give him any special treatment. "Ah, I am TS15." "And TS16." Julius thought for a moment. "The Hydra..." They smiled and stepped out into the light, revealing they both share a single body. Kiri is TS15, her husband Luan is TS16. They had been given hydra genes in an effort to see if a fusion transformation could be instigated using RHE's permanent, gene altering methods. Yes, it can. The fusion actually starts to divide in the upper torso, where the chest is unusually wide and then forks into two long serpentine necks that end in two snake-like heads, though their muzzles are longer than most snakes. They each grew their own tail before properly merging, so they retained their two tails, but also grew a third in between from the mass that had formerly been Kiri's left leg and Luan's right leg. Though not bigger than Julius- they are taller because their midriff is unusually long and flexible, and if they stood their necks upright they would be many times taller still. Their collar bone looks like a figure eight, and because their chest is double wide- it is adorned with not two but three large breasts in a row. Because they are hybridized with a type of dragon however- they are unable to lactate; their breasts are ornamental only. They stood on feet that resembled paws- their soles lifted off the ground and stretched long, and the front of their feet are padded, but their toes are unusually long; better resembling fingers. Similarly; their hands have pads but only on the top of the palm, and their fingers are tipped with claws identical to on their toes. Their claws are rounder than Julius' talons, are not as steeply curved, and from much more use their tips are slightly dulled. Also unlike Julis' talons- their claws are not colored, they are translucent. They have a forward swept arch of bone from their pelvis- a pelvic wing- which is more characteristic of aerial dragonid species, not aquatic like theirs. The sheath of a male makes up the bottom edge of the wing, projecting the phallus off the tip- the balls are only half exposed on the surface at its base, and held taught to the body under thick skin rather than a loose scrotum. Behind that is a horizontal slit marking the start of the center tail- this is a fully female cloaca. Thanks to how the genitals are positioned; they both retained their gendered bits. Kiri and Luan lost their human facial features and every strand of hair on their body, but the two heads are still easy to tell apart. Kiri's head is adorned with two sets of large horns, but they grew so close to one another that they became inseparably fused together. One set is relatively straight growing up and back, while the second set coils around it and divides only at the very tip- sticking downward. She has what at first appears to be a third set of horns, but the third set is in fact tusks. The tusks grow from the very back of her jaw, lancing through the skin on the sides of her face, putting their exit point directly below her horns. Rather than point up and back, they stuck straight out and curved back. Luan's head had several long scutes trailing around his nostrils down to his front fangs, making it look like the fangs took up the entire front of his face with a serrated edge. They are so large that they also overhang his bottom jaw, slightly surpassing his chin when his mouth is fully closed. This also makes it a bit harder for him to pronounce some words, because his front lips are stiff and permanently overlapped. They both stand with a bit of hunch, just because their midriff and spine overall is unusually long. Since they are also out for fresh air to think- Julius decides to follow them, and they wander back into the north woods, revealing a foot-beaten path. The movement of their three different tails is hard to predict, so Julius hangs back by several feet. When they walk, they drop onto all fours. They could still walk on two legs, but it's just easier on four, and they have pads on their palms so it's not like they will hurt their hands. In this position, their body looks like a dark maroon in color, but their front side is peach toned human flesh, only their sides and back are maroon. The dark maroon flesh also looks like it is covered in diamond shaped scales- but it's just extra dense skin with a lower nerve count- they are not true scales, and have a feel similar to boiled leather. Luan spoke up. "So, a hippogriff, huh? Shame your wings did not come in fully. Ranos is still the only test subject able to fly." Julius sighed and nodded. "Yea, well I am more concerned with my... well, other parts of my body. It is not as balanced as it appears." Kiri fully turned her head around, leaving her husband to direct their shared body, she exposed some of her teeth in what must be a serpentine equivalent of a grin. "Hippogriff is half horse... did you get a little TOO endowed?" Luan scoffed. "Oh come on, do you really need to know that?" Julius just nodded and Kiri grinned even wider. "Hehe~" "I am right here!" Kiri sighed and lowered her brows. "How can you still be jealous? I am literally bound to you for all eternity. You can afford my attention to wander." Awkward. Julius imagined a lot of things are a bit awkward for them- they are two different people, two different genders but they only have one body now. It is true Luan has nothing to worry about from having Kiri being flirtatious- it's literally impossible for her to cheat on him with his own body. They share control, so if one attempts to go left and the other right; the body just won't move at all. It can get two different instructions but it can only act on one- if their instructions are similar their body will find the middle ground between them and do that, but if they are complete opposites the body just doesn't do anything. Since they were husband and wife long before they were a hydra- they know how to read each other quite well, so trading control from one to the other is no big deal. It also means they are ambidextrous- because they can each take control of a different hand, to use both of them fully at the same time for two separate tasks. Only Kiri controls her neck and the left tail though- and only Luan controls his head and the right tail, even though they both still feel their counterpart's... parts. You could tell they have been together for some time- they bicker with one another a lot, but just as quickly shift from their argument to the next topic without actually being phased by it. Julius had been around this area many times before- either wandering around the island bored or following Serene, but he had never gone so deep into the woods and is a bit nervous of getting lost. The sky is turning a metallic orange as the sun dips behind the mountain peaks, casting the island into the shadow of night before the sun has actually set. The forest became immediately pitch black, but Kiri and Luan told him they would guide the way, so he did not have to worry about becoming lost. Hydra are aquatic type draconids- their iris are reflective to reuse what little light penetrates the deep ocean waters, which means Luan and Kiri can see in the dark. They formerly had hazel and brown eyes, but after transforming both their eyes turned aquamarine. Julius let the two rant with one another and guide the way, being mostly just quiet himself and sticking close by so they did not get separated- he could barely see the trail at all. The cooling evening air and the different company helped clear his mind of the things he did not need to think about immediately. Forgetting for a moment his job as Overseer, he tried to look at the situation purely as a person who has been transformed. Don't think about how his changes will affect his interactions with others, or his job- these are things that can be adjusted to or worked around easily. How does it affect his actual basic living? How does it make him feel about himself? Is it worth risking another change, and what change would he even induce to correct it? "So I guess you two had a lot of adjustments to make after being transformed, huh?" Kiri hummed in thought. "Eh, not that much. We had been married already so we were used to seeing each other all the time. Sharing control of a single body is... I dunno, sort of just like having someone possess your own body. You know? Like, mentally I still consider it my body, he just has the ability to control it. And he mentally considers it just his body, with me as a co-pilot." Luan nodded. "It took a while to consider walking on all fours... well, outside of the house anyway. Normal society does not exist on the island though, and everyone acts different to suit their new bodies here, so it helped with feeling less weird about doing it." "Everyone has to make adjustments. Most people have something go at least a little wrong with their test, but this is a paradise island- you have all the time in the world to adjust to it, and lots of warm and welcoming people to do it with." "Yea, our transformation was actually relatively easy to adjust to." Yea- it isn't as though Julius' transformation is directly interrupting anything in his life. But it is a prominent problem, and not particularly good for his physical health, either. Every time his penis gets so much as a chub, his conscious thoughts start to dull and wander, making it harder to not think about sexual thoughts and keep it from getting fully erect. Once fully erect he has to deal with it quickly or risks blacking out completely. It is only a problem with a body part that is only active some of the time but it really did seem like a major dent in his overall quality of life. It also made it very hard to maintain any sort of professionalism when his own body forces him to throw gutter balls because his brain becomes delirious. Julius was guided out of the forest once night started to fully set in and the temperatures started to rapidly drop- though RHEI is in the sub-tropics so it never actually gets cold. Kiri and Luan returned to their home and Julius split off up the huge ramp to the main complex. As he was passing through the office there was only a few computers still on, illuminating the faces of a few researchers still working even though the office lights were off for the night now. Julius spotted Hermela at her dark, using her several right hands to hold a pen to write notes, using the computer mouse and holding a cup of tea all at the same time. "Hey, you are working late." "I get locked into tasks- whenever I do something I get lost in it completely. I am still working on you, technically. I am examining your genome in its current transformed state. Your little sister was here just a bit ago too, taking a peek." "Did you remember to archive my crystalized memory of the transformation?" "Obviously- I did that immediately. I didn't even put the crystal down; I took it straight from the condenser to the archive." "So I have been thinking about it and... this size is still definitely a problem. True; it is only a problem sometimes, it is still a pretty big problem and at bare minimum it interferes with me at least once a day- at bare minimum." "Mmm, yea, morning wood- it is physically impossible to not get at least one erection every day. Your body will cause an erection as you wake up to circulate blood through the area and make sure your bits are still in working order. And in your case- you cannot really wait around for it to go down on its own, or the blood loss will cause you to pass back out and sleep again." She took a drink from her tea. "That is the only reason I am still poking around at this. If it was just you being embarrassed about your junk being too big, I would disregard it entirely- whether you're my boss or not, I am not going to fuck around with someone's genes over a minor inconvenience. But, being oxygen deprived so frequently is going to be bad for your brain and a strain on your cardiovascular system overall. Like, not a huge issue, but being as consistent as it is... it will definitely start to stack up." "So it occurred to me tonight... we can shift gender pretty easily, right? We did it with Lulu- formerly known as Lucius." She turned slowly in her chair with a furrowed brow. "You want to become a woman?" "No, but if we give me minor female genes it would reduce my size. The halfway point between giant penis and a vagina is a small penis, right?" Hermela hummed in thought. "Yea... true. It wouldn't be without risk though- we would have to be very careful about the amount we give you. Your testes may invert and form into ovaries before your shaft regresses, or you lose your prostate and can't ejaculate. Heck, might even invert your sexual preference by accident." "That isn't that big of an issue, and those would still be relatively simple to correct though in comparison to adding more animal traits to try and correct it. Gendered traits are more universal, and will affect species relatively the same way, so the fact I am part animal now shouldn't factor in to a gender shift." "Mm, also true. Okay, so is that your order?" Julius chuckled, shrugging. "You are my handler- I don't order you around. Whatever the doctor orders..." Hermela rolled her eyes, and then spun her chair back around to pull up some files on gender shift tinctures. "Right, well it just so happens that my boss made some interesting suggestions. It is another test; and getting two tests out of one subject certainly furthers our overall research along, so as far as RHE is concerned as a whole- this is win-win. You are rolling the dice again, and could end up with a lower number than you started with potentially, but it is your body to gamble with. I should be able to get this together by tomorrow morning." "Don't you need to... sleep?" "Sleep is for the weak. I might need to get someone else to actually inject you with the tincture because I will probably be sleeping when you wake up, but that makes little difference." "Just as long as it isn't Angie." Hermela smiled. "Is she really that bad at giving injections? I thought she just got the real babies." "Three for three, I dunno. I don't want to risk it; I have enough to deal with." And so while Julius slept- Hermela worked on a new tincture for him. This one only meant to suppress his overly prominent gendered bits- so as far as tinctures go; this one is incredibly simple. She went to sleep only two hours before he woke back up, so it was Morgan LeFay who took him back to the injection room on the opposite side of the wall from the offices. Morgan is fairly young, but a very hard worker and well trusted. She gave him his injection painlessly and made sure to log it for when Hermela woke up again. Julius returned to his room, eager to feel the changes start to take effect, and went back to just gaming from his bed to pass the time. After a while his crotch started to heat up on its own, and his sheath fattened as his penis started to lazily emerge unwarranted. The transformation may end up giving him an erection again from the changes, but since it is also going to shrink him down, he should not have to worry about it. He paused the game and just propped his back against the wall over the bed to watch the changes happen. He felt his urethra pulse tight down even through his taint ahead of the rest of the shaft, long before the rest even started to stiffen which seemed a bit odd. Once the penis flopped out fully from the sheath it started to stiffen quickly, rolling out to pull the fat folds smooth, then start to stand up further and further as the veins thickened and pulsed under its surface. The tremendous length of the ebon pillar bobbing with each beat of his heart and his mind became clouded again because of it- and because his thoughts became so slow it took him longer than it should have to realize something was wrong. His urethra bulged tremendously from the base of the shaft, and his perineum inflated huge between his equine butt cheeks! It became so wide that there was a soft smeck sound as the urethral opening opened on its own, and remained open; becoming wide enough for him to easily slide a finger into it if he wanted. Julius breathed heavily and his eyes wandered down the shaft and just glazed over, concentrating only on the feeling for now, so he failed to notice at first that his penis was not getting smaller... it is getting even bigger. Getting both longer and thicker- it became so girthy that it could not be properly held in his hand, which means he would no longer be able to properly masturbate it to try and tame the beast! It was as thick around as a pint glass! It stretched taller and taller, rising up toward both the roof and wall at the same time in a slight arch. In spite of being at a fully erect state, it started to bend slightly from its weight- his body no longer had any more blood it could offer up to the giant phallic idol, so now it was impossible to make fully hard, and still it grew! Julius snapped back into attention when he felt it pressing outward on the skin of his crotch and his balls trying to push his lags apart! He panicked and noticed immediately how tremendously thick it is, and then almost had a heart attack at how massively fucking long it is- it is nearly touching the roof! Even if you include his legs, the cock is as big if not bigger than his entire body now! What happened?! How would FEMALE genes do this?! He had to spread his legs to give his balls room because they were expanding too! He furrowed his brows at the way they grew though- they were getting taller than they are wide? He turned slightly and let the head of his giant cock thud against the top of the wall to look around the base at his balls a bit better and realized they were not getting taller- there was a second set of balls developing behind the ones he already has, lifting them up! The new balls were not normal however- the front balls squished them inward a bit from their weight, which would normally hurt a lot, but they were fine- which meant they were not nearly as solid as testicles are supposed to be. The scrotum started to become taxed from trying to contain them, and the shape of the rear balls shifted to adapt to the lack of room! The front of them caved in under the pressure of the front balls, and the rest sort of wrapped around them from behind! Sort of like fitting a circle into a crescent moon shape to make a much larger circle- it once again looked like he just had two balls even though there was four objects total. Each ball was the size of a medicine ball and still growing- though slowing down now. The scrotum was pulled perfectly smooth for several moments before the surface skin started to catch up, and soften, forming looser folds in the divot at the top against the sheath. Even in his cock's expanded state, the urethra grew so large it almost doubled the girth on its own, now so wide that you could probably fist the opening! Julius groaned as he started to feel a powerful electrical pleasure fire up through the shaft, and continued to grow stronger, pushing up the shaft in magnitude! The pleasure was just as intense as having an orgasm, but it did not stop and did not incite an actual climax! Because it's so damn huge now his cock wobbles around from the pleasure spikes and strange growth deep inside the shaft itself. With the shaft softer now, the veins are less visible and the skin looks pudgy and plush again, even though the phallus is tall enough to wedge the head against the wall and roof- the top corner of his room from the bed! The head of his cock started to contract strangely, and caused a lightning bolt of pleasure to tingle through his whole shaft and tighten in his crotch. There was a tightness in the center of the glans, and it felt like some sort of growth, like the skin was collecting there to grow into something. Julius knew he could not stand up- his genitals were too big and heavy, and he was far too dizzy and out of it to balance properly. He instead turned his body to the left, causing his giant dong to swing through the air and flop over, bending enough easily to bounce the head off the floor and splash a massive gob of precum onto it! His eyes widened at the reflection on the mirror on the back of his apartment door- his cock now faced it, allowing him to see the front of the glans and realize what had gone wrong. Rather than cancel out his male traits, the second tincture just slapped female traits on top of them! The giant extra masses in his scrotum are a twin set of wombs! His urethra is now gigantic because it now doubles as a vagina!! While the glans of his monstrous equine cock still look normal overall- the divot around the urethral opening and the opening itself are completely replaced... by an entire functional equine vulva!! The extra dense knot of flesh he felt forming and the pleasure firing up through his shaft was the formation of a clitoris! The exposed head of which was on its own the size of a golf ball! The clit pulsed tight with each throb of pleasure, parting the fat ebon labia, exposing the plush pink folds of the insides, and releasing thick streams of precum! He has a pussy inside of his penis! He tried to masturbate to get it to go down again, but could not. Even both hands together on the same section of cock could not 100% wrap around the shaft. It was also somewhat soft in spite of how aroused it was forcing him to be, which meant the nerves were less exposed to the surface and harder to stimulate. The best he could do was actually to press the glans into the wall and thrust against it- rolling it against the wall rubbed the clit on the hard surface which fired a powerful jolt of pleasure up into his groin, but it was not enough to set him over the edge. His gigantic, mutated cock burbled up enough precum to form a literal puddle on his floor but he was getting very tired and dizzy from hazardously low blood pressure and could not afford the energy to push himself over the edge. Julius woke up again a bit later and it took him a bit to realize where he even was. He was at the forest again where he had been with Luan and Kiri the other night, but it was day time now, and no one else was around. How did he get here? There was also a lot of birds around and he spotted several horses- who in turn spotted him once he woke up and attempted to move. He is completely naked now- he had his clothes on when he transformed, which means someone both stripped him and also brought him to the forest for some reason? He groaned as he had to lean against a tree to pull himself to his feet- the weight of his mutant genitals extremely apparent. His sheath was so fat and bloated, it was wide enough to fit a garbage can into it- but his dick is so giant that even with his sheath overstuffed, half the flaccid cock is still drooping out the end! Every little movement he made caused the soft rubbery flesh to jiggle this way and that, almost hypnotic in its floppy movements. Even sticking straight off from him his cock was almost level with his chest, because his balls sat on the front of his legs. He had to spread his legs quite a bit to allow them to flop between- and then it was extremely awkward to walk. The horses wandered toward him from out of the forest, curious about the intruder, but he had other things to worry about at the moment. He waddled his way toward the open fields so he could return to the main complex, but every step he took his cock bounced a little further out of the sheath, drooping toward the ground, till finally the head bumped the ground and he abruptly stopped from the unwanted pleasure of having the head touched. Every movement he makes jostles his genitals- and that causes them to wake up and threaten to knock him out. One of the horses walked up beside the path and poked its head out from between the trees to sniff the giant phallus, wondering what it even was- though also vaguely recognizing the smell. The hot jets of air from its huge nostrils tickled the shaft, and it slowly crept forward becoming chubbier. Julius groaned and told the horse to shoo- though it obviously did not understand. Several more horses appeared around him smelling his body and mutated genitals, brushing him with their hot breath and their soft pliable lips as their noses and lips touched him all over. Julius' spine suddenly let out several cracks, causing him to go rigid in surprise! His hips popped and he fell forward, catching himself around either side of his giant cock. He could smell his own musk coming from the cock and especially the soft folds of the sheath- since his genitals are so big, its smell is amplified as well. His hips started to reshape to be equine as well! He could not stand upright! His body started to barrel out, and his ribs rapidly popped and reshaped, shoving his arms more to the sides! His shoulder blades then sunk lower around the sides of the ribs and his arms started to get bigger overall, and the birds banded scales advanced up to consume his entire arms! Feathers started to sprout rapidly over his upper body where the fur ended, and his proto wings started to rapidly develop into full, huge wings! It was all happening so fast that he had no time to think about how oddly smooth the transformation is, or question why it was happening at all. His neck throbbed and grew giantly as his teeth fused together and started to grow out of his mouth, stretching his lips into obscurity! Once he had a horse's neck and a birds head and face, he had completely changed into a hippogriff! He tried to shoo the horses away, but now the only sound that could come out of his mouth was odd sounding squawks and clucks that even he did not understand- never mind the horses. Julius could also not continue to exit the forest to get away from their gentle exploration of his body. His dick is so huge he can barely hold his body up off it even with the increased arm length. It dragged on the ground several feet longer than his body, so he could not move at all without dragging it, which would only made it erect faster. He was too confused by the overall situation to realize that the phallus erecting was not making him dizzy this time. He could feel the flesh of his monster cock rolling over smooth pebbles and roots as it advanced forward on its own, bouncing off the ground a bit with each throb. Several horses pressed their lips to it and licked it- human skin is slightly salty, so herbivores are inclined to lick it, since their normal diet is sodium deprived. Unbelievably Julius' cock became even larger than ever before- unlike in his room before this, it had no problem becoming fully hard, which made it several more feet longer! It was both thicker and taller than the trees of the forest around him! It took up the entire trail ahead of him, and is so long that it almost reached the grassy plains outside the forest! He seen a stallion at the end of his cock, nickering and bouncing his front hooves off the ground, looking ab it aggressive. When Julius noticed its own large cock bouncing around under him he shook his head and tried to back up but his balls anchored him to the ground, and he could no longer stand on two legs! And he had no human voice to issue any commands to the stud to try and talk it down. The stallion seen the giant winking pussy at the end of Julius' gigantic glans and penetrated him! The stallion hooked his front arms over the flared corona of the glans and started thrusting into Julius's horse pussy! He could feel the horse's cock thrusting inside of his own! Because his mutant dick was rigid this time, the force of each aggressive thrust travelled straight down the entire shaft and bounced off his crotch, sending ripples into the soft scrotal flesh under him. He did not want this, did not want the pleasure, but it was certainly there- and building fast. He could not get off earlier because he was so badly mutated, but he was approaching orgasm fast enough like this. Being embarrassingly mounted by a feral beast! The huge clit locked in at its hardest, and the urethral bulge down his shaft expanded with tightness. The stallion whinnied loudly and came into Julius' cock, and the vaginal walls clenched as if trying to drink the fluid, but remained clenched a moment before the entire shaft jumped with the force of a massive jet of cum in the opposite direction as Julius finally hit climax! The stallion was startled and jumped off and away quickly as its own crotch was hosed down with a blast of sticky hot white. The orgasm absolutely painted the trees around the end of his cock. Julius was barely starting to catch his breath, finally watching the cock fatten and shorten- going back to sleep and pulling back to his sheath when he noticed his balls were actually growing! They swelled up larger and tighter, and since they are trapped under him they pushed up against his crotch and forced his legs further apart, and then started to lift the entire lower half of his body off the ground by their size! He felt an odd writhing inside of them, and then a sudden kick from inside and his eyes widened as he realized the stallion had gotten him pregnant! It came into his mutant cock- delivering foreign sperm to the womballs! Julius then woke up a second time back in his room, tucked into his bed with a sheet over him though his clothes were still on- except for over his genitals since there was no way they would fit. He looked at Hermela standing over him and taking notes and sighed as he realized he had been dreaming about the forest. His inability to get off after his mutation caused him to black out. "And the diagnosis?" "A hundred percent fucked, with a zero percent chance of silver linings." "Oh goodie." She looked at him and shook her head, tapping the pencil on the side of her clipboard. "I can't say I didn't tell you so. I knew there was risks, and I told you before... although, the particular degree is well beyond any projected parameters. On one hand I am kind of glad we did this, because now we have data on this to make sure it doesn't happen again- because we never would have expected this particular mutation to ever happen. I don't think we would have even though to do something like this on purpose, never mind accidentally stumbling into it. On the other hand- sucks for you, big time." "And the third hand?" "Haaaa.... it is good you still have your sense of humor, because hell if I know what to do about THIS." She motioned over the huge hill under the sheet that was his sleeping mutant dong. "Olivia-?" "Distracted, deliberately. We can only keep her out of the loop for so long, she is your little sister- she is going to come looking for you no matter what. There is no way you're going to convince me to slap some more traits onto here to try and fix this again, only to have your cock evolve into some sort of perverse kaiju." "Trait reversion?" "Won't work for this- your last mutation was due to a gender alteration and the trait reversion doesn't regard gender as a normal trait." "Heart growth or modification to increase blood capacity?" She shook her head. "We could- double down and give you a hippogriff heart on top of your human one but even that won't even come close to remotely solving this problem. In order to maintain this behemoth monster your heart would need to be larger than your rib cage can even contain, even if we removed every other organ from your torso. In fact, just to keep it from going through atrophy, we will need to give you a spell to draw in and circulate blood forcefully through your genitals, because your body can't even do it." Anchored down by the size and weight of his endowments, Julius was given a wheelchair in order to get around at all. He kept a blanket in his lap to cover the severe mutation, and canceled any plans he had been forming to move into the valley with the other test subjects. He had a hard enough time dealing with a full horse phallus- no one could live with this giant monster in their lap. He instead had the arcanist teams and engineers get to work building a pod for him in the hidden bunker below the RHE main complex- the facility built to house the Extreme Variant test subjects, as his mutations now forced his designation to change to TS37-XV. Julius sat under the massive oak tree at the peak of the ramp up to the main complex, and looked down at the valley below from his wheelchair. "Ah~ so there he is." Julius' heart sunk. He knew that honeyed voice anywhere; Serene. It came from behind him though- which means she had been inside of the complex for some reason. Perhaps looking for him and they missed each other- but at this point they are both a hard target to miss. Serene stands at the very least at twice the height of any normal humanoid on the island. Her lower half is similar to a bovine centaur- though all four of her legs are technically hind legs and there is no bovine torso; she is just one hip after the other. The breasts on her chest are both modified in structure themselves, but also required heavy, custom modification in the rest of body to handle, because they are so gigantic that each breast is larger than an entire grown human. Her shimmering straight hair is so long that it still manages to brush the ground under her. She is TS01- RHE's genesis project and Julius' longest held friend. He considers her an older sister... so having her see him in this state is rather painful. It seems she is not alone though; another immense test subject follows close behind her, but Julius is not familiar with the other. "H-hey... Serene. Been a bit." She glanced at the huge hill in his lap hidden under the blanket and sighed, placing her hands on her front hips. "Yea, I heard mixed messages regarding your transformation. Half the staff seem to think it went fine while the other half seem to be having a panic attack." She motioned toward him with a nod. "I see the latter half are the ones who are the most up to date." "W-well, the transformation initially went... mostly fine, and we tried to fix a problem with... proportions. The second transformation went completely sideways in a way no one was expecting and-" He motioned over his lap. "We somehow managed to do the literal opposite." Serene came here looking for Julius specifically, but also encountered TS10 who was here to be milked in the lactation stations. Serene thought Julius might care to see her, because Audumbla is a bizarre form herself. An early attempt to adopt more animal posture and a full sized udder, but before RHE developed hand-hoof hybridization and reinforced bone structure, that meant she needed proper hooves and a lot larger of a body. As clumsy and feral as she looks- Audumbla is surprisingly functional. Though lacking fur, Audumbla's head is that of a cow, though she has human hair and eyebrows. The skin on her neck is three times as big as it needs to be, forming long loose dewlaps off the underside, but bizarrely the top is adorned with additional horns! She has massive bull horns on her head, but then smaller ones behind that at the top of her neck, smaller ones behind that in the middle, and tiny little spike-like horns at the base! She has four sets of horns! She has a massive haunch of muscle on her upper back, helping to operate four shoulder blades! Because RHE had yet to invent hoof-hand hybridization, in order to allow her to walk on all fours she needed hooves, but they also did not want to deprive her of human hands... so she has both. She has human arms that are sized up to match the second set of arms, which are the forelimbs of a cow! When she stands upright the bovine arms just hang at her side, and when she stands on all fours her human arms gently hold the cow limbs. She has a massive ring in her nose, three in her dewlaps, and every one of her digits have a ring around them as well, making her well adorned in spite of being otherwise nude. Her chest is very large and devoid of human breasts, but unlike a cow her midriff is sunken in, causing the milk veins across it to project out more obviously, leading into her colossal bovine udder. Her legs are extremely girthy- both muscular and containing unusually thick bones. They are mostly bovine in shape but her thighs are more round than the flat, triangular shape of a true cow haunch. She has not one but two bovine tails behind her that are usually twined around one another. Her skin is a mix between pale peach and a creamy brown, but the brown splotches are so large that the pale peach skin exists only as cracks between the brown. Her nose and lips are the same neon pink as her udder though. Audumbla isn't just sized up to a cow- she is actually larger than most cows, making her as tall as Julius is when standing in his transformed state... when she is on all fours. If she were to actually stand and walk on two legs- which she is fully able to do- she is even taller than Serene, absolutely towering over every other person on the island. Never mind trying to fit through a doorway- when she is standing she is taller than the test subjects' homes! Every step she takes can be FELT through the ground from several feet away from her- she shakes the earth with her weight. Trying to give her one aspect caused them to need to modify something else, which caused them to need to modify something else. Eventually they ended up with this super-cow form that looks like it was blended with multiple different bovine. The people behind the creation of her tincture took a lot of pride in the results- it took quite a bit of ingenuity to make it all work with the limited advancements they had only ten test subjects in. And Julius knew that, because his little sister Olivia was the bioarchanist who worked on Audumbla's tincture. He had never seen Audumbla before- but he recognized her test subject number and immediately matched what he sees to the description his sister gave. Serene and Audumbla sat on either side of Julius and he looked to Audumbla first. "So... that form must have taken some getting used to. Most test subjects have the exact same home design but there is no way yours is the same? You wouldn't even fit through the doors." She chuckled in a very deep, though still womanly voice. "Moo-m-my house isn't that different actuooally. They used a spacial distortion spell to m-mu-make it bigger on the inside than it is on the outside than it actuOOoally is without physically changing it. My body though.... that to-ooohk some time." She has to be careful of her strength and size- bumping into someone lightly to her could be enough to send the other person flying. There is so much weight and strength behind her limbs she could just as easily rip a door out of the frame as she would opening it. Audumbla actually could fit through the doors though just barely- if it wasn't for her many horns, those are what make her too tall to get through them. She can walk on two legs or four, but she cannot remain standing for long periods of time without straining her back with her tremendous weight, so she usually just walks on four legs. Her voice also likes to lock into lower pitches- that is what causes her to roll her Ms and Os, forcing a moo out of her randomly while she is trying to talk. Unlike most others who came to RHEI- Audumbla was actually a former transformation addict; that is what drew her here. Since her specific transformation here was under observation there was a period of time she could not modify her own form- something she had been doing constantly for a long while. RHE unintentionally helped cure her of her addiction- she came to accept this new body as her true self, but getting there was not easy. The first while took a lot of will power. Julius sighed. "I would like to say I could overcome the shortcomings of my own transformation like you did but..." Serene crossed her arms, causing them to vanish entirely under the bottom curve of her colossal tits. "Well, with your transformation the problem seems to be more of an issue with your body being physically incapable of functioning properly, opposed to it just fucking with your lifestyle." Audumbla tilted her head. "Why not use transformation moogic? RHE already got it's testing in- if all you need now is a sol-oou-tion to your form, just magically change it?" Serene shook her head, sending waves through her long hair. "Yea, but regular transformation magic wears off, is the issue. Burn off the mana, or interrupt it for even a moment and poof- your back to normal. It is a temporary solution to a lifelong problem." "Better than nothing, noou? What other options are there?" Serene grumbled. "Yea... they already used a second tincture to get to this point." Julius nodded. "And regression is out of the picture, so we are out of options. And I cannot properly run RHE in this state. I am going to name a temporary Overseer in my stead." Serene looked at him with a mix of worry and surprise at that. "Why, where are you going?" "I have them currently construction a chrono stasis pod in the XV bunker below the main complex." "Wuh?" She furrowed her brows. "So you are just putting yourself on ice? That doesn't solve anything!" He put his hands up weakly in defense. "It is not like I don't have a plan! I am mapping out a future project to help unite test subjects and RHE staff better. Whether my form turned out functional or not- I am now technically both, and can act as a sort of bridge. In the meantime, I put Dr. Daniella Seraphica in charge of a Mark 2 Tincture project. The MK2 tincture will hopefully be able to restore some humanity to test subjects who... went a little too far. Like curing me, or Tolli, Nancy, and any other XVs that we may unintentionally create in the meantime. Obviously since she just started and it is a complicated problem to solve in the first place- she has her work cut out for her. Daniella likely will not be done for a long, long time." Serene sighed, a bit defeated. "Which is why you are going into stasis." ----- And so Mahogany Primrosa was named RHE Overseer in his wake, and Julius vanished from RHEI for a good long time. In chrono stasis he essentially did not ever age, but he did find a way to still work, eventually. When the brilliant engineer Endraja Kieloque came to work for RHE, she was tasked with engineering a drone for Julius to observe the outside world while his body remained in stasis. Using this, he wandered the island many times over and met with every test subject RHE had. And RHE continued to create more, and more. He was the latest subject at 37, but by the time they were done, they had introduced TS103. After over a hundred test subjects RHE downsized greatly, and finally stopped actively looking for more subjects to work on. It was then that Daniella was put in command of almost the entirety of the remaining researchers and the MK2 project ramped up to full speed. The pod hissed as the doors depressurized and Julius' talons clicked on the sides as he hoisted himself out. The pod is on a bit of a slant so he has to pick himself up, and having been inside for so long made him a bit wobbly. Olivia was waiting to catch him in his wheel chair, and tossed the blanket over his lap to cover his bits. "Well, today is the big day." Julius chuckled weakly, still a bit out of it from having just woken from stasis. "The big day was a bit ago." "Big day for you, I mean. And RHE as a whole. Once you get back on your feet; RHE gets its Overseer back." "Assuming it works without any hitches. Mahogany has done a good job as Overseer too- don't diminish her work in all this." "Ugh, don't make me dump you off your chair." Thanks to the drone Andraja created for him; Julius has been around the island talking with people again for some time now- but never in the flesh. In anticipation of the MK2 tincture being complete, and him finally having properly met all test subjects; Julius had many changes installed into the island recently to help unite the staff and subjects, keeping a long held promise with Serene. Now, it was time for him to finally correct this last error. Restore his body, and regain his crown as the King of RHEI. His own apartment had long ago been given to another staff member, who then a long time after that retired and once again left it empty- but he was not planning to return there anyway. He had his old stuff moved to an unoccupied home in the valley. At the north end closest to the main complex, right at the edge of the grassy plains and northern forest there was an empty house he decided to take. Olivia wheeled him down there now, rolling the tincture syringe out of her pocket as he opened the door to his new place in the valley, among the test subjects he has spent so long befriending remotely. "Well? Ready?" "Physically? Of Course. I will never be emotionally ready- so jam it in before I have a chance to get nervous about it." She stuck it in and injected the tincture. "So... I guess you don't want me to hang around?" "For THIS? No. Hopefully I will see you in a little while- if things don't go horribly wrong yet again." "Your onyx slate is on the night table by the bed- for when you're done, so Hermela can diagnose you. Or do the autopsy." "Funny." Just in the time it took him to say goodbye to his sister for now and close the door; Julius could already feel his body starting to change. It was a subtle feeling though, a ripple in his muscles as if the transformation was wandering around trying to decide where to start first- or perhaps setting up changes simultaneously. Julius was in stasis when this was being developed so he doesn't know much about the tincture itself, just the form it is supposed to result in if it all goes to plan. Since he was just in his house, he left the wheelchair by the door and staggered around on his own two hooves. His muscles started to twitch more noticeably though, causing his movements to stutter as a result, making moving around reliably a bit harder still. He felt a heat wash over his genitals, and his gargantuan mutant started to wobble its way out of the stretched sheath. The heat was a sign of rapid cellular activity- movement creates friction, creates heat. Julius had been making his way to the bedroom already, and now hustled. If his monolithic meat pillar starts to stand up, it will lay him flat on the floor, so he needed to get to his bed quick. He got to the doorway only when he felt a powerful contraction and his genitals tightened but... not in a normal way. He still was not getting an erection- it was not solidifying from the inside out because of pressure, it was compressing from the outside in because its shrinking! His giant cock was not even remotely solid and already touching the floor under him while fully standing, but the soft, bulging skin folds of the soft shaft started to pull tight and smooth out, compressing everything within! His balls started to shuffle around rather energetically in his giant loose sack- at first his testicles devoured the unused wombs entirely, swelling larger with the stolen mass, but then they started to shrink. The compression seemed to work its way from the furthest point in toward his crotch, and then sent a several shivers up his entire body as a strange tingle spread through him! His muscles sort of jumped on their own, then started to flex and release automatically all over his body. Now his entire body felt tight! Julius groaned and leaned forward while still holding himself up against the doorframe. All of his muscles started to bulge! All the discharged mass from his shrinking genitals is being repurposed! It almost looked like something squirming under his skin, but it was just the muscle receiving added mass in waves. His skin started to tighten over them, and his muscles became more visible on the surface. He went from an average figure to athletic in moments in spite of his body having been in stasis for ages, and doing mostly just office work before that- not exactly physically involved stuff. A particular strong surge in his muscles travelled up around his arms, getting stronger at his shoulders and then pulsed powerfully in the plumes on his back! His proto wings started to develop again! Calcium jelly formed inside and stretched the surface tissue around new bone growth as the bulging muscles coiled around it. The muscle bulged at the base and then surged up into the forming limbs as they expanded- moving in large enough lurches to actually create a muffled squelching sound with each wave. The smaller his genitals got the more his other changes progressed as a result. His urethra started to tighten and shrink down, though also lost the muscle ribbing inside, losing its vaginal features after the collapse and absorption of the wombs. The clitoris regressed and then caused him to yelp at a sudden, sharp blast of pleasure as the pleasure nerve concentration from the clit left it and branched into the rest of the shaft. The soft rubbery folds of the labia tightened and conformed back to the shape of the glans, reverting the vulva back into nothing more than a normal equine urethra! The hairs on his tail started to fall out; pushed by advancing quills, adding layers to the fan of feathers that only enwreathed the very base formerly. What had been half bird, half horse tail was turning full bird. Each layer of feathers was a larger version of the ones before them, turning his tail into an increasingly large fan of feathers. Once they got to a certain size, patterns started to show up on them near the ends. The base feathers were a very dark metallic green- and look black if there isn't any light shining directly on them. Metallic blue spots started to appear on the later ones, and evolved into blue rings around secondary blue spots on the very last, and largest feathers. His horse fur advanced a bit onto his torso in a narrow stripe up from his crotch to his belly button as it deepened into the crevices between his abs as they became visible on the surface. The fur dipped the lowest in the back- only barely covering the base of the tail, then to the top of his hips on the sides. His hair and mane started to grow a bit longer though now up top, and the coloration of his human hair got forced out entirely for the black of the mane all the way up! A mat of horse fur started to form separately on his chest, but basically grew roughly into the shape of a downward triangle and did not spread out any further than that, and his nipples on either side turned to a near-black shade of brown, as if to match his genitals. By now his balls were back to ostrich egg sized and his dick started to slip itself back into the sheath as the tightness started to ease off its surface... he supposed that meant it was done shrinking? It is still 3.2 feet long- that puts it at the size of an average work horse's dong; the size it was before the mutation. That would mean that it is too big still technically- except his heart was being modified too. His muscles became more and more pronounced, now making him look like an amateur body builder. His lower abs were webbed with thick veins trailing into the base of his genitals- carrying the darker skin tone up his body a ways on them. He heard the joints pop on his new wings and groaned loudly as he leaned back and stretched them- using the length of the hall on either side of the doorway to stretch them out into! Their span was as wide as he is tall, and the feathers were still coming in- that length was just the flesh and blood portion. He scrunched up his face at the prickly feeling of so many hundreds of feathers growing in across the surface of the wings at the same time- these feathers are metallic green just like his tail, and also like his tail; the largest feathers toward the ends have blue tips. The base brown pelt of the horse half had a few black dots almost like large freckles across his upper thighs and butt- and the fur faded black just over the hooves as well, where it became shaggier than the rest. Julius could feel his heart growing a second segment- forming into a horse heart to aid his human one. Not just the horse phallus but the span of his impressively large wings required much more blood flow- so a second heart was a must. His heart beat rang louder and louder in his twitching equine ears and then he could feel it in his neck as the veins bulged massive! The muscle expansion resumed, now in his throat causing his back to let out several rather loud pops as his neck actually got forced longer! He is growing a horse shaped neck, and his mane on the back of it was keeping up just fine, so make sure it still did not end till between his shoulder blades and wings. His ears, cheeks and forehead felt scalding hot for several moments as the blood pressure surged. Once the second heart formed properly it synced its beat to his original and the blood pressure settled down and equalized through his body. His wings actually looked like they had more joints than a regular bird, but that is just because the upper joint on a bird is almost hidden entirely against its body because of all the feathers. Julius remained standing in the doorway a bit dazed, and wondering if it was truly over. His muscles remained flinching every now and then, but that was just his body circulating blood flow to the new tissue and settling itself into the new shape. He stood in the mirror, looking himself over for over a half hour. "So this is finally me, huh? I have to make sure to thank every last person on the research team for this. So many people and so much time went into the research to make all three of the forms I ended up with. This was a long time coming..." He went through his closet and the placeholder outfits RHE gave him. He found a pair of pants for his equine shaped legs- with pant legs that actually made it past his ankles, stopping just over his hooves. Because they expected him to keep the hooves- he also found some ornamental horseshoes. Rather than the type you nail into place over the bottoms- these horse shoes had metal filament that came up over the sides, so you just stretched the filament open and pop it on over the hoof- the pressure of the filament on the sides of the hooves hold it in place without needing nails. There is also a coarse brush almost like steel wool for polishing the hooves surface, if they get scratched or scuffed. Julius pulled out several different sized shirts- since they were not entirely sure if his muscles would get huge or if his entire body may get bigger. He found one that fit, but used his talons to cut strips down the back of the blazer so he could pop his wings through the back. There is a tail hole in the pants already- though they were expecting him to still have a horse tail, when he folds his bird tail up he can still thread it through the gap. Julius found a large file as well and used it to dull all of his talons so they are less... dangerous. Kiri and Luan did not have to worry about theirs because when they walk on all fours, they naturally dull on the ground. He combed out his mane, brushing his hair back neatly and to one side. Julius opened the door to his home in the valley, took a deep breath of the fresh wind blowing in off the sea and mixing with the earthy smells of the nearby forest. Hello, world. Julius Wingael is back on his feet, and ready to meet the day. It only took a few seconds before several other test subjects spotted him standing out front and waved him over to hang out. The king is back.
(F tf Bovine-taur, lactation, gradual) Her name is Serene Stonewall; daughter of Dr.Alabaster Stonewall, a prolific transmutation expert in the field of Alchemy. Alabaster had met the love of his life unfortunately already on a hospital bed- treating her condition with his alchemy. While her life was extended considerably, she did still die young- but not before baring a healthy daughter to carry her legacy. When Serene was born she was so beautiful and oddly quiet for a baby, and so he named her thusly. Now... it seemed considerably less appropriate as he shouts up at her to get down off the support cables hanging overhead on the ship they were on, dangling like a monkey. He had to shoo away boys from trying to hit on her not to protect his daughter from them, but to protect them from his daughter. Serene is... a bit of a menace. Serene's beauty at least has only amplified with time. Her hair is long and straight and hangs nearly to her hips- a shimmering raven black. Her eyes are baby blue like an afternoon sky and her skin a soft peach tone. Her father buries his face in his palm at the sight of her shimmying across the thick cables overhead- the underside of her D cup breasts exposed. She isn't wearing a bra while doing all this and since she is hanging half upside-down her shirt is flopping back. If her breasts were smaller the shirt would have flipped completely over, but the fabric caught on their curvature at least. They are both on a gargantuan ship simply called 'The Ark'. Alabaster teamed up with the legendary sorceress Dess Winehal to help her find a cure for her own home world. Dess- also known by her nickname Moth- is from Earth, but the Earth of an alternate universe. Alabaster's own research is on using alchemical transmutation to create elements that do not exist naturally- elements that can replicate the effects of spells through reaction with natural elements, without the use of mana. The Ark carries with it the pre-printed materials for many buildings they plan to erect. Moth has purchased a very large island that was formerly a caldera. There, they would be able to do whatever experimentation they wanted, because the island is privately owned and thus not governed by any country or law. As one could have guessed from her behavior... Serene is no researcher. She wants to help and be a part of the action so she is tagging along, but she sure as hell can't do anything on the research end. She watched as the island they landed on took shape, and was always there to lend a hand. At 19 years old, she figured she would be the youngest person here but there was actually two literal children along for the ride too- tagging along with their researcher parents. The Geomancers summoned great amounts of stone and earth to form a giant slope to a plateau on the north inner facing side of the mountains and that is where the main facility was constructed. Serene seen first-hand how masterful Moth is, wielding her all-knowing book. She and the research team toiled with their genetic research and managed to create a humanoid homunculus. On its own it is not a particularly miraculous feat- humanoid homunculus have already been created before. But this particular one- that they named Zero- came out perfectly to her specification. Fully immune to all known illnesses and poisons. Created rather than born, so its genes are not copied in any other lifeform. But as grand as all this was- it was not directly related to Serene. No, her role came after. Once Moth had what she needed, there was no reason to continue. Without her, the rest of the researchers also lost purpose. But they liked what they had created here- and very much still wanted to pursue their own research. If they could master manipulation of the genome they could help innumerable people in the future. Moth very much agreed with them in this- but also affirmed that she would play no direct part in it. Moth uses her book to know all things she requires- which is not truly learning it. What the researchers wanted was the knowledge to build their own answers- Moth simply provided the raw answers without the knowing. Moth no longer needed the island and gave control of it to the researchers, and would occasionally return to our universe to check up on things. The researchers banded together in her absence and formed a company they dubbed the Rebuilding Humanity Effort- or RHE for short. They simply named the island RHE Island, or RHEI. Now, how does this better involve Serene? Well... in order to start testing their research; RHE needed a human test subject. Oh, old Alabaster fought hard to refuse his daughter as their first volunteer- but as she was 19 at the time it was her own choice, and she volunteered herself. If she fully gives her consent then Alabaster cannot say anything on the matter- it is her body and RHE's test; neither are things he controls. "Sooo, when you say I am going to get bigger breasts..." The RHE researcher finished giving her the injection. "Y-yes, quite big." Serene looked at curvature of her boobs through her shirt. "But like... porn star big? I am kind of already big." The researcher nervously thought of how to phrase it. "Think of the largest breasts you have seen." "Ooof." "They'll be much bigger than that." Tessa put her hand on Serene's shoulder from behind to comfort her before she started to bombard the researcher with more questions. "Moth helped us engineer this proto-tincture, so rest assured you are in the most capable hands of two different universes." Tessa Bucset is the RHE Overseer currently- a stern woman who is always down to business and good at managing multiple tasks. She keeps everyone else in line. Apparently RHE and Moth herself were erecting a huge mansion for her to live in down in the valley of the island. That is where they plan to move test subjects to live, since they cannot be allowed to leave the island afterwards at risk of the outside world knowing what is going on here. For now though, Serene was assigned an apartment where the researchers themselves life, in a building attached to the main complex by a short overpass. Unfortunately for Serene since the island was just putting itself together still, there was not a lot to do except wander around or play in a rather large arcade on the ground floor of the main complex. She plopped another quarter into an arcade cabinet and went to town on it. She is the type of person to lean over in real life as if it will somehow make her in-game character also lean over more. When the game becomes more action packed, she is standing up on her tip-toes and rocking back and forth as if she were in VR, but that also made her pause and look down frequently to look at her breasts flopping back and forth on her chest. Did they feel heavier? Or was it just because she is moving around a lot without a bra? They are supposed to start growing with the tincture so she is paranoid of any little movement. Serene is nervous about how big they are planning on making her and wondered what sort of perverts they had on the research team. She was still glad to be a part of the testing overall though. Her father has been doing his best to contribute to this whole thing with the promise of doing so much good for humanity in the future, now Serene can be a part of it too. The first thing she noticed that she knew was the tincture is that her nipples became erect on their own and just remained that way. RHEI is in the sub tropics- it never gets cold here, so it cannot be the temperature doing that. She started to feel really hot a short while later- especially in her chest and the skin became taught on her breasts as their insides started to build pressure from slow growth. Unfortunately this caused sweat to build up between her boobs. Her shirt was almost downright wet after an hour or so of that- because when the sweat started to bead up and roll between her tits it would tickle her and distract her from the games. So Serene would divide her breasts and push her shirt in between them, and stuff the bottom up under her breasts for a moment to sop up the extra moisture and dry them off. In the few hours she was down in the arcade, a researcher came down to check on her almost a dozen times- irritating her. Especially since most of their questions were around her boobs; being the first thing to start changing. Between checkups; Serene snuck away to her apartment and locked the door, hoping no one would find her for a while. She took her shirt off completely and just tossed it to the floor in the comfort of her own place and plopped on her bed by the window to watch TV. She found herself idly cupping her breasts on a commercial break when her attention wasn't particularly focused on the TV and as soon as she touched them she shivered from a pleasurable jolt- the pleasure nerves of her breasts were being stretched from the growth too, which made them extra responsive. She grabbed them both in either hand, placing her index on her erect nipples and gasped, arching her back as the growth suddenly sped up! Touching them seems to have instigated the changes! It felt like the insides were firming up and heating up before anything was visible on the surface. Looking closely she could actually see her skin look like it is becoming smoother as the pours are stretched and become more shallow before the surface tissue growth starts to catch up with everything else. Her breasts blushed from both the inner and outer touch. Serene massaged them a bit, but mostly kept her hands on the lower curvature so she could watch her breasts as they swelled up. She could also feel that lower curvature become deeper. The bottom of a breast is naturally the roundest part because of how they normally hang. The new growth pushed everything outward so her breasts did not hang any lower with the additional weight- they pressed further outward which caused her blind spot to grow. She cannot see her lower torso at all now without pushing her breasts to the side. They were already D cups to begin with, and quickly pushed into E, F, and G. Or she assumed was around a G cup. It isn't like she has a measuring tape handy. When they seemed to slow to a stop she could no longer easily contain her breasts in her own arms. Squeezing them like a hug across their middle still left enough flesh bulging out below her arms to threaten them popping out, and squeezing them below that point pushed so much flesh on top of her arms that she might as well just be lifting them from below. Serene is breathing fast and her heart is hammering too. She was nervous about having to report this to a researcher who inevitably comes to check on her, but they feel really good. She plopped onto her back on the bed and her tits immediately sloshed upward and pat her chin before rolling back and then sliding off either side of her chest! They are large enough that they can touch the bed on either side of her torso- but not large enough that their weight can rest there. She grabbed up her nipples and tugged them gently. "Wow... I am big." There is a knock at the door that causes her to sit up quickly, startled. Her breasts slam back together in the middle when she sits up and makes a soft clapping sound as they jiggle violently from the impact. She scrambled to grab up her shirt but she only gets it halfway down her breasts before the fabric tightens. There is another knock at the door and Serene breathes out and then yanks the shirt down- trying to contract her chest as much as possible to force it to fit. She gets the shirt over her huge boobs but the bottom of the shirt hugs the bottom curvature of her breasts- covering absolutely nothing below that. She answers the door- her face still red and her breathing still trying to settle from the changes. Tessa raised an eyebrow slowly, looking at her face and then her chest before placing an index finger on Serene's shoulder and nudging her back into the room. Tessa closed the door behind herself. "Alright, what happened?" "What do you mean what happened? I got bigger. Isn't that what is... supposed to happen?" Tessa let out a rare chuckle. "I need more details than that. What did it feel like? Has it stopped? Is there any pain?" "N-no definitely no pain. It felt... hot, and kind of... good. It has stopped now. It was... kind of sudden. I had been feeling off the whole day since the injection but it was super minor changes until just a few minutes ago when I was relaxing, and uh... examined them closer." Tessa pulled out her onyx slate and started to jot down notes quickly. "So the transformation was stalled before stimulus was applied directly. Perhaps it is reactive results then-the body needs to ingest fully the tincture, and body parts that are not currently in use do not require resources so the tincture cannot saturate them properly. Did the transformation stop when you stopped examining them?" "No." "Because this isn't your final size. Not even close. I suggest getting something to eat and drink, perhaps it has stalled here from a lack of overall resources... although we did implement a mass condensation aspect that should provide it resources through the expansion of what was already present in your body." "Uh... Tess?" "Hmm?" "What is my final form supposed to be? Literally all I know so far is my boobs are getting huge." "That is because that is the only thing that is going to happen to you right now. We have broken the tincture into linkable doses so we can apply them in steps- that way if something goes wrong we can stop it before it compounds. Right now the only aspect you have been given is the breasts." "Aaand not that it doesn't feel good, and I know I signed up for it willingly and all that so I can't really complain but... why boobs? Aren't you researching things to improve humanity, not the porn industry?" Tessa let out a rather long winded sigh. "Breasts are a lot more than eye candy for horny males. Humans already have very large mammaries for their body mass and they produce milk. That means we are not straying too far right off the bat, and are staying safe. If we can create over productive breasts we can create a specialized food specifically for only humans- human milk. Something even sickly people whose constitution is too weak to digest anything else, can still consume. This also challenges us to create a body structure capable of both supporting the rapid digestion and material conversion requires to make that milk, but also support the mammaries that make it." Doing as she was told, Serene went to the restaurant after Tessa left. She had to cut through the offices to get there, and could feel quite a few eyes on her. If she had any complaints; that would be it. She doesn't mind donating her body in the name of science, but could do without being ogled like a circus animal. As soon as she got to the restaurant she seen a kid run up to her almost immediately! Julius is only nine years old so he does not quite belong in RHE- but his father is Professor Gratory Wingael who is a big help on the ground-level research. Gratory provides the gene data for the Bioarcanists to actually hunt down and extract which in turn are then compiled and used in the tinctures to transform. Julius is just a kid though- hanging out with his father who now lives on the island. His mother unfortunately died in a traffic accident shortly after giving birth to Julius' baby sister. That is why he is here. His father lives here and he doesn't have a mother. He has to go back to the outside world and live with his grandparents to attend school and that, but will come to RHEI as frequently as possible to be with his actual surviving parent. Serene is the second youngest next to him, so naturally they magnetized to each other on The Ark travelling here, and she did not mind babysitting him. "H-hey Jules. Sorry I can't really hang out today. I am part of a test the researchers are doing!" "Yea! My dad told me you were a test subject now! That is so cool! Are you gunna like, mutate to have super powers?" He got really quiet for a second and Serene crossed her arms, trying to block as much of his view as possible. "You got... bigger?" "Well my transformation only just started. You shouldn't be looking there anyway! You are just a kid!" "Nu-uh! I look at my dad's research all the time; I know what those are and... stuff." Gratory quietly walked up beside the two of them, putting a hand on Julius' shoulder to guide him away back to their table. "It is true. He has taken an interest in his father's work, so is a step ahead of all others his age in terms of knowledge. But breasts are more than simple organs, aren't they?" Serene blushed. "Y-yea." Gratory looked at his son with a smile. "You can learn all you like about that makes a breast work and what they are made up of- but you are still a few years away at least before learning the emotional and societal influence and aspect, and I fear that is a far more complex mechanism than any of their biological components." As they were leaving Serene lowered her voice so Julius would not hear. "S-sorry I am not wearing a bra, I don't have any that fit right now." "Oh it is quite alright my dear, you are just eating dinner, no? You should not wear a bra to do that even if you had one fit for you. Wearing a bra when it is not physically required will cause the muscle tissue that connects the fatty tissue and outer flesh lining of your breasts to atrophy- which will cause them to lose their shape and become more amorphous. Unless you plan on them being shaken around a lot- it is better for your health to forgo a bra." Serene sat down and ordered herself a good sized meal. As she ate she felt a buildup in her breasts. It was almost tingling warmth, but not quite. It is similar to the feeling of someone pretending to hit you and then pulling back at the last second- for a split second you feel a phantom sensation in the area they fake-hit. It is a sensation like that- her body anticipating growth that was not actually happening yet. She was also avoiding touching them so she does not blow up like a balloon in the restaurant, even though Gratory and his son left shortly after she started eating so she is alone with the golem attendant. It was a bit awkward eating while trying to avoid touching her breasts though- because her normal posture while eating would cause her boobs to squish into the edge of the table. She had to lean back in the seat and fully extend her arms to reach past her breasts without them touching the table. Slowly, her breasts are growing but without her touch it is very slow. She mostly notices it by the amount of flesh starting to billow out of her collar and the bottom of the shirt- since the shirt was already completely filled before she even got here. Serene groaned and pulled the front of her shirt as far as she could and let it twack back in place, slapping some of the moisture out of the material. Her cleavage is once again shiny with sweat. When the fabric moved though, she narrowed her eyes. It felt like the moisture was building unusually heavy toward the bottom of her shirt, where it followed the bottom curve of her boobs. She reached up and cupped the bottoms and gasped at how sopping wet it was! She looked at her hands and immediately noted the liquid was not entirely clear. It is watery milk! She is lactating! She quickly got up to dash to her room, groaning again as she remembers she needs to cut through the researchers' offices to get to the apartments. There is no door into the apartments on ground level- the only way in is the overpass from the offices or the fire escape on the side. There was even a trail of moisture on the inside of her legs! The milk had been dripping slowly from her for a while, but she is already so hot that there was no difference in temperature to notice. She just thought it was sweat! Serene managed to dash through the offices while most of the researchers were gathered in a circle around a whiteboard. Back in her room she grabbed her shirt and tried to pull it off, but failed! Her attempt to pull it off only yanked the fabric into her boobs tighter causing small thin streams of milk to fire straight through the fabric! It almost tickled her stiff nipples with the flow, causing her to cry out in unexpected pleasure and bend over to let them free hang for a moment. She spied a pair of scissors on the bookshelf beside the bed- dividing it from the door out of the apartment. She snatched them up and jammed them through the fabric and just cut her shirt in half, yanking the sopping wet material off and tossing it to the floor again. She sort of shimmied to the bathroom on her right- trying not to wobble her tits around too much to knock even more milk free of her. Once she was in the bathroom and bent over a bit to slap them down onto the counter around the sink and immediately grabbed her nipples. She squeezed from the edge of the areola to the base of the nipple trying to get it out, and it definitely came out but also soaked her hands and kind of got all over the place. Having never milked a creature before she did not know better. Serene did realize the error quickly enough- if she is pinching the nipple to try to get the milk out she is also unintentionally squeezing the passage closed that the milk needs to get out from. She instead lightly took the nipples between index and thumb and pulled them forward, and instead of a heavy trickling the milk now fired out of her in jets, causing her entire body to tremble slightly with each tug. The feeling of it flowing from her was so concentrated it made her shiver in pleasure. There was several streams of milk from either nipple and not all pointed forward- but the primary jet was still dead-center and fired straight forward. It is a shame she has to let all this milk go down the drain but the researchers had been quite clear that it is undrinkable until her transformation is complete. There is a risk her milk adopts some minor aspects from her transformative tincture- so if she actually dared drink it, it would be like giving herself a second dose. Learning to milk on the fly was only the first hurdle though. Not touching her boobs again has once again caused them to start growing! Serene had to step back and then slowly start to stand up straighter and straighter, while the front of her breasts remained stationary in regards to the sink! Soon she had to start pressing her boobs together in order to get her hands all the way around to the nipples at the front! By the time the milk had mostly run out and she finally stood up straight- her boobs are still touching the counter slightly. They are so large that they eclipse her torso entirely and overlap her arms a bit with their sides when they are resting at her side. The new size did not truly hit her till Serene stood up and her lower back immediately said 'no'. In order to remain standing, Serene now has to deliberately arch her spine backward as far as she comfortably can just to counter-balance the tremendous weight of her huge boobs! If she leans even slightly forward her breasts will just yank her the rest of the way over. She held their bottoms up and leaned back to pat them dry with a towel and then return to bed. She breathed a sigh of relief as she flopped back on the bed. This time her breasts rocked but not as far as earlier- their weight now decidedly anchoring them in place. Rather than the entire boob sloshing around, they just wobbled and rolled in place before flopping heavily to her sides. She quickly put her arms away from herself to avoid her breasts pinning them down! Her breasts are now so large that they are fully resting on either side of her, but also still half on top of her torso! She can only see the rest of her body through the valley of cleavage created by laying back. Over the breasts themselves she literally cannot even see the rest of the room, never mind her own feet. The closest thing she can see over her breasts while laying on her back is the top 4/5ths of the television screen, and it's on the border of the kitchen area- so basically in the next room over. She ended up falling asleep without even realizing how tired she is- her body drained from the changes... although many more are yet to come. She woke up slowly the next morning to Tessa softly calling to her from the side of her bed. When her eyes came into focus though; Serene seen a male researcher with a clipboard and pen at the foot of her bed! Serene went to get up and cover herself but her breasts flopped together as she attempted to sit up and then pressed into her thighs, causing her to spring back down into a laying position! She grabbed around her boobs and managed to cover her nipples at least- her face turning bright red in embarrassment. Tessa gave her a sympathetic look. "Oh don't mind Robert. Dr. Gibson is another of our researchers here to take notes- not to take in the view." She held up and clinked her index against a syringe. "And it looks like you could use the next dosage." Serene was startled by her size as well- she grew still larger while she was asleep! She had to press her arms firmly into the sides of her breasts and squeeze them together just to reach her nipples- which means milking herself just got even harder. It also means she cannot just sit up like she used to, because her boobs will just shove her back against her own legs. To get up she has to put her arms behind herself and shove up as far as she can and then slide her body out from under her breasts- till they are resting on her knees and then she can stand from that position. Tessa handed her a shirt with a smile. The arms are normal sized but the body of the shirt looks like it's for a giant! Based on her current rate of growth; RHE apparently had several tops created for Serene to wear to cover herself till she is completed, and then they will custom make a full wardrobe based on her end point. Serene thanked her and quickly slipped the top on- shocked at how easily she got it on around her massive boobs. Tessa then gave her the injection of dimly glowing golden fluid, then motioned for Robert to follow her out and left Serene once again to her own devices. When Serene brushed her teeth in the bathroom she needed to deliberately wedge the bottom of her tits against the counter to prevent them from violently wobbling back and forth with the motion of her arm. She also had a hell of a time grabbing the towel properly to wipe her face after rinsing her mouth. Facing toward the sink her breasts just overhang it. Trying to turn to the towel rack behind her however- her back is now against the sink counter and her breasts project too far out for her to completely face the towel! She had a shower and unfortunately dropped the bar of soap. It landed in her cleavage at first but every time she tried to grab it- pressing on her tit flesh caused it to bend inward and the soap to fall deeper between till it popped out the other side and fell completely to the bottom of the shower! And then she had to find it while entirely blind! Her breasts create a five-foot blind spot in front of her where she cannot see the ground past them- which is the entirety of the shower! She had to knock the bar of soap around with her foot to tell where it even was, and then very carefully lower herself to grab it around the curvature of the sides of her breasts. Another thing she noted when drying herself off and glancing to the mirror- her nipples were larger. Her areola had grown with the size of her breasts and so had her nipples. Her nipples did not stick too far out, but they are quite wide. Her skin color is pale peach toned, and her nipples a soft brown. Serene groaned and had to stop and place a hand on the wall or furniture every time she took a few steps because her back was sore. The muscles ached and were becoming stiff from overuse. To be fair- she wasn't especially athletic to begin with, so she could technically be carrying this weight better- but no normal person could carry these behemoths easily. She tried to cook herself breakfast but eventually had to sigh in defeat and go to the restaurant anyway. To even open her fridge she needed to bow forward so her breasts were aimed down, otherwise the door just slapped against them and closed again- her arms barely reached beyond her breasts at best so she could not open the door and also be outside of its path. Then to reach anything inside of the fridge she had to turn sideways so she could reach far enough in without squishing her boobs up against the shelves and preventing anything from being removed. She gave up when she looked at the stove and realized there would be no way for her to do anything on the stove without accidentally pushing her boobs into it- and did not want the spiral shape of the hot element scorched into her tit flesh. At the restaurant there were a few researchers already eating there and a few of the regular staff- so it was half full. The researchers all took a long glance at her, but otherwise knew to mind their own business. The regular staff however were a bit more crude, whispering among themselves and continuously glancing over at her behemoth melons. Serene's brows progressively lowered and tightened in frustration of their glares. So much so that the golem server actually picked up on it- and golem literally don't even have brains. "Is there a problem with your meal ma'am?" "No... it's fine." She turned quickly to glare back at two of the guys who had been looking the most. "As long as people stop looking at me like an animal in the zoo!" Now everyone else looked up to glare at the two men, one raised his hands in surrender but the other just huffed. "C'mon. Just appreciating some nice tits. You wouldn't know where I was looking if you were not lookin' at me too, babe. Not like I would touch you or nothin', but I can look where I want." One of the researcher's faces scrunched into a look of disgust. "That is incredibly unprofessional. Tessa has a zero tolerance rule against objectification, and RHE as a whole is sworn to protect its subjects even more closely than its own staff." "Oh, what, you are going to rat me out for THIS? Really?" The man looked panicked suddenly and started sputtering as his throat started to compress in on itself. A young child appeared seemingly out of thin air on his table, with a huge tail wrapped around the man's throat. The child leaned toward the man to put his face uncomfortably close. "Boy mister, those veins sure are bulging out, haha. Be a shame if someone accidentally nicked one." The child tossed the man to the floor and casually hopped down on the other side of the table to walk over to Serene. The child is referred to as Test Subject Zero, because technically he is not a test of RHE- but he is the project Moth worked on before RHE formed, using the same research team that is now RHE. Zero is a homunculus, and not human at all. Most refer to it as 'He' for simplicity but as he wears no clothing you can tell at a glance, he possesses no genitals- Zero has no gender. The back of his lower legs have blades that extend past his feet, but most of the time he slithers on his tail which is easily three times the length of his entire body. His skin is an unnatural albino white, as well as his hair. His ears are very flat, thin, and leaf-shaped. When he closes his ears over his face his entire body vanishes- using an active camouflage. Zero was already in the room and likely already on the man's table listening to the entire conversation beforehand. Zero shadows Moth's every movement, so the fact that he is here means that no one needs to 'rat' that man out to the higher ups- Moth will already know, and he has the remainder of the day to clear out his desk. Zero was only as tall as Serene's stomach when she is standing so she had to look down at him as he walked up. "Heya miss! Moth says your palace is ready!" "P-palace?!" "Yea! It is really cool and shiny too! C'mon!" "I..." She looked at her food, but she was mostly done already. "Okay." She had to shuffle her way sideways to get out between the chair and table without unintentionally clearing all the dishes off onto the floor with her breasts. Zero kept slithering quickly ahead and then waiting for her, eagerly waving her over and pointing to their next destination as Serene attempts to keep up. Serene still has to stop many times to balance on something, and once she gets outside and into the open Zero ends up giving her a shoulder to rest against even though he is much shorter than her. She takes a deep breath looking down the slope from the plateau the main complex is on. Serene isn't sure she can do that. The ground is slanted which will cause her breasts to pull further forward even if she leans back- she might just tumble her way down its length! A cloaked figure suddenly appears in front of them, apologizes to Serene and then taps her on the shoulder and the two of them re-appear in front of a gigantic structure without Zero! The cloaked figure is Moth herself- she seen Serene struggling from here in front of the building and teleported her the rest of the way! Serene heard she was getting a large mansion of some sort made for her so she could live down in the valley. This is not a mansion- like Zero said before; this is a palace. The front double-doors alone are nine feet tall and almost a foot thick. The walls are made of white marble and the floor is made of gigantic slabs of amethyst crystal veined with quartz! There are golden sconces on the walls and huge golden chandeliers hanging from the very high roof that are inscribed with illuminary spells. They automatically light themselves when someone is nearby and the area is dark enough to warrant it. Moth took her on a grand tour, but had to stop short. The building was not nearly finished. The back half of the structure is still missing and most of the top floor. The master bedroom however and foyer is finished, so she can sleep here currently. The kitchen is what is currently being constructed and is scheduled to be done in time for a late dinner. "W-why... so big? This can't be what you intend to build for all test subjects...?" "Oh gosh no, that would be ridiculous. You are the first though so you are more important! And to be honest this isn't going to all be living quarters. I am constructing seven rooms intended to be alters of dedication to the seven members of the Lost Founders gods. So most of the top floor will be dedicated to that, except for the larger room at the back. We are making that into a living room/study sort of space." Serene nervously looked at her breasts- her shirt was once again firm against her, indicating she is still larger. "Uhm, Moth? You helped design my transformation right?" Moth looked at her smiling softly. "It will be easier to explain once it is done. For now- just know you are turning into a bovine type hybrid, with a taur-like body... but, I emphasize hybridization. Your human and bovine features will be quite well blended together- there will not be a definite cutoff point where one part is absolutely cow and the other human. Oh! And come- there is something I need you to do for me." Moth gave Serene and arm to hold on to, to help her walk back out and around to the side of the building facing the south. There is a huge ornate looking shed-like side structure on the palace made of dark cherry-oak wood. It faces out over a massive grassy plains that will one day be a town of test subjects. Moth hands her a large syringe making Serene nervous as to what she is supposed to do with it. The contents are dimly glowing- it looks like the transformative agent she was given! Moth leaves her there for a moment to enter the structure and then leads out a bull! "This big guy is named Babe! He needs to be near the grass to eat and run around and such, sooo- you are the only person currently living in the valley. I need you to look after Babe for me." "What?! You want me to keep a pet bull? I don't know anything about looking after animals!" "Well I mean... he just poops wherever. Fertilizes the grass, then he eats the grass. You... don't really need to do anything. Just make sure he doesn't run off too far. Also, give him that needle." "Whaat?! Why me?" "Do you want to be the one holding him still instead?" "Giving him the needle it is!" Unlike Serene's tincture- Babe was getting the full dose all at once, and his transformation would be very rapid. Moth did not actually even touch him- she just hovered her hands nearby to calm him and had his joints locked up with her magic to prevent him from bucking or running. The tincture did not need to be injected directly into a vein, so Serene did not need to know what she was doing- she could stick it in basically anywhere and it would work. Babe jerked when she put the needle in, but was unable to turn his head enough to knock her away, and so he just blasted her with a gust of hot air from his large nostrils. The top of his head is level with her own even though he is on all fours and has a much longer, thicker body- so his overall mass is roughly that of a car. He let out several deep grunts and his breathing sped up. A sound like twisting leather could be heard from him as his entire body started to bulge! Divots started to become visible as his muscles grew and pulled the flesh taught over them. His red-brown pelt started to darken as if being burned, and red turned black. His horns made a rather sickening, sharp, splintering sound as they rapidly started to grow longer! They did not ark out far from his head, but now stuck further and further forward- causing Serene to back away nervously. Babe let out a long, deep moo several times and several more gusts of hot air from his nostrils. His body trembled slightly several times, accompanied by the muffled sound of a joint popping! His entire body was getting bigger, causing his joints to slightly dislocate and re-set. His nose became level with her head, and then his throat! He shuffled his hooves as much as he could under Moth's spell to adjust to his increasingly large stance. He let out a grumble that was almost like a humming as his balls enlarged, drooping a bit lower from weight and his sheath swelled a bit plusher to contain what was most likely an enlarging phallus. The dewlaps on his neck grew longer, with plush thick folds and his neck overall grew longer. Serene noticed his posture changed as well. His shoulders and upper back were now higher, making the front of his torso quite large, which gave his neck and head a downward slope from there. This gave him a silhouette closer to a buffalo than a cow. His nose and inner ears as well as his nuts remained a powder-red color Moth pats him on his shoulders and told him he was done, releasing him from the binding spell. She casually told Serene that his genetics were re-configured using samples assembled from prehistoric remnants. Babe is now the only living Aurochs in existence. And now that RHE has a living sample- they can make any number of them using Babe as the base sample. Serene was a bit glad when Moth left her be to return to her new room in the palace because she could feel her breasts filling with milk thanks to breakfast. They might be trying to grow again too- hard to tell- the two feelings are hard to distinguish from one another. Serene was giddy as she looked around her new bedroom- it looked like something out of a princess movie. Her bed was massive and round and had an ornate canopy over it. Her closet was massive though the hangers were oddly high up and hard to reach. All the doors were a bit tricky to open because they are so tall and thus the door itself is a bit on the heavy side. Her new bathroom is almost as big as the entire apartment she was living in just earlier today and its attached directly to the bedroom! The sink, like everything in this place is a bit high up, which puts the mirror high enough that she can actually only see the top of her head in it. Well, maybe there was meant to be a step in front of it? The place is still being constructed after all. Her new shower has a large bathtub as well so rather than pull off the tricky task of trying to milk herself into the sink again, she just takes off her clothes and gets into the tub to milk herself directly down. As soon as she squirmed her way out of her top though, her fears were confirmed- she is bigger. She can no longer properly reach her own nipples to milk herself! Instead Serene must resort to grabbing a single breast and squeezing in, and then pushing down as far toward the nipple as she can and just milking one boob at a time. This made the stream less focused though- causing many thin streams of milk to erupt in several direction with each pass! She still felt a bit odd though. Serene started to slow down as the feeling started to intensify. "Ooh... boy. I hope... I am not getting... b-b-bi- haah hoono!" Her breasts actually made an audible gloop sound and she could feel the inner mass shift suddenly. Warmth and subtle movement could be felt and her breasts started to expand forward slightly. Even more than that- her areola started to pull smooth as they began to rise out from the curvature of her breasts to form their own hills, and then her nipples swelled fatter and stretched longer with an almost itchy pressure. Serene moaned sharply and loudly as her breasts erupted entirely on their own! She absolutely exploded milk forward into the tub! She had no way of knowing what actually happened on the inside. The structure of her breasts has also been hybridized with bovine- a milk cistern formed in both her areola and inside of her nipple. So unlike a normal human, her breasts actually has a place dedicated just to store extra milk! It also means her areola and nipples will expand greatly when she is full, and shrink back when she empties. Once the automatic flow slowed, she resumed her full-breast massage to get out the rest- though her hands were now a bit shaky from near-orgasmic surge. The sound of the milk flow hitting the bottom of the tub almost sounded like a running garden hose. One of the construction crew was walking back to the front of the building to grab one of the tools they left there and heard Serene crying out from her bathroom during her spurt. He reluctantly knocked on the bedroom door. "Uh... are you-?" "FINE." He heard her feet slip on the bottom of the tub, then the curtain swishing, then a bang against the wall followed by the scrambling of feet. "Fuck. I mean, fine!" "Ooooookay." He slowly backed away from the door. Serene ended up getting so much milk all over her she just stayed in there and had another shower. There is six large towels in her bathroom and she ended up using three to actually get dried once. Her hair reaches past her butt, so it does not dry easily, but also the surface area of her boobs is now gigantic and water pools in her cleavage. Some may think taking care of so much hair must be a pain in the ass- but that is Serene's favorite part about getting ready in the morning, or in this case getting out of the shower. She sat still fully nude onto the side of her bed and started to brush out her long hair and just turn her brain off for a few minutes. The blankets on her bed are very soft and bouncy. The bed itself is quite firm, but she sinks into the surface a ways because the blankets over it are very plush. The blanket is royal purple and fades to pale blue at the edges. The canopy over her bed is a pastel violet with golden trimming. Between this and the ground level floors being made of amethyst- now Serene knows why Moth asked her what her favorite color was the other day. Her favorite color is a soft purple. Warmer than blue, cooler than red- and incidentally a color of royalty, so appropriate in a palace. Serene snapped back to reality when there is another knock at the door. She calls out but no one replies. A minute later there is another knock and yet again no reply from the person on the other side. "What the heck..." She stomps over to the door, feeling a bit strange and leaning on the frame heavily as she gets there. Serene opens the door and is surprised to see Babe there. It wasn't anyone knocking- Babe was butting his head against the door. "How the heck did...?" She glanced across to the open front door. "Hm, I guess you are strong enough to open them on your own. And I never locked your pen, huh?" Serene winced and almost fell out of the doorway, catching the eye of another construction worker who was laying more amethyst slates for the kitchen floor. "Are you okay m-" "FINE." He put his hands up defensively and returned to his work. Serene bumped her head against Babe's bowed head. "C'mon, maybe you can help me big guy, but you need to lay down or somethin'- your too tall." Serene dashes into her room again to grab her clothes quickly. She went beside him and told him to bow down or lay or something, and of course he did nothing. He is a bull not a dog. She grunts in frustration and just places her hands on his back and tries to shove him down. Babe looks at her from the corner of his eye and grunts softly in confusion. He finally bows down a bit and Serene flops herself over his backside! She at least managed to get her boobs over his back- and they alone weighed enough to make Babe bow even further down in deeper confusion as to what is happening back there. Serene scrambles her way up onto his back and grabs on to the large arched neck of his while her breasts hang over the sides of his shoulders. With her foot on his thigh she smacks him lightly which caused him to dart forward- because there is a wall, he has to turn and wandered back out the front door. Once outside Babe starts to wander and Serene either bops his thigh to make him speed up or pulled back on his horns to slow him down or make him turn a specific way. She does not have a specific place in mind- she just wants to get away from all the people. Even with her huge breasts, Serene is absolutely nothing for Babe to carry around. They make a mostly straight line to the west. There are mountains that surround the entire island except for the west- the mountains dip in one place only, but it is so far in the distance Serene has no intention of going all the way there. There is a forest far to the south and a closer forest to the north, but from east to west in this spot is just nothing but rolling plains. No trees- just clusters of shrubs here and there and almost entirely grass. There is lots of small hills but their slopes are so gradual you can barely tell. Her breasts gently rise up and then plop back down on either side of the base of Babe's neck with every step, though he does not seem to mind at all. Serene groaned occasionally- her body felt wrong. There is a dull ache in her bones and she can tell it is another stalled change. She hasn't really experienced what the second dose does yet- and this is probably it. But if she is riding Babe she isn't using her own body at all, which prevents the transformation from going any faster. Serene leads them to the edge of the forest in roughly its middle and Babe plops down without needing to be told to- because he also wants to enjoy the shade of the trees' edge. There are mobile nodes of shade slowly creeping across the plains from the huge puffy, scattered white clouds in the sky- but they do not stay in one place long enough to relax under. As soon as Serene plopped off his side she stumbled onto all fours in the cool, soft grass and groaned as her body starts to shift. Babe sniffs her in concern, nudging her with his warm, moist nose. Serene just smiles and pats the side of his muscular face telling him she is fine. Babe is a bull, and Serene smells faintly of cow- he regards her as a member of his herd now, and it's a bull's job to guard the females. Serene's shirt was tight already- she had to actually lift her legs up and use her knees to help shove her boobs into the shirt from below while she held the fabric out with her arms, when she got dressed. Now it is becoming even tighter- but the most noticeable place its getting tighter is the shoulders. Her pants are also starting to shrink on her! It isn't her breasts that are growing- it is her entire body! She growls at the irritating feelings as a very mild tickle joined them- coming from the top of her head. She scratches her head with one free hand. It is not till Serene shakes her head and causes her long hair to flop around and gather further up that she realized the itching is her hair rapidly growing! In Serene the sound of growth is too subtle for Babe to hear- but because it is inside of her own body she once again hears the sound of twisting leather like she had when Babe grew. "Shoot... I don't know if I should take my clothes off or not! I don't... want to get strangled but... I don't want to be running around... outside... naked." Babe just grunt in reply, not knowing what she is saying. Serene hears the seams at the shoulder of her shirt start to snap open. She gets herself into a sitting position- while sitting upright her breasts manage to eclipse the majority of her legs! Her breasts cover from her crotch down to the lower part of her shins- each boob about the size of her torso and they are slightly compressed in the shirt; they reach even further when unleashed. At this point she would probably only be able to stand for a few seconds at a time- and probably not walk at all, so it is a good thing Babe is with her to carry her burden. Serene growls again trying to wedge a thumb under the waist of her pants because it is cutting into her growing form. Her joints feel very stiff when she tries to move and her shoulder even pops! Like Babe before her- her joints aren't sitting quite right because their size keeps shifting, causing her bones to pop loudly as they shuffle around. She started to panic as Serene realized she could not fully get her digits between herself and her pants! That means she cannot get them off, but her legs are starting to tingle because the pants are so tight they are cutting circulation! Frantically she tries to get up to maybe straighten her midriff to loosen the grip of the pants, but she cannot. She can't put herself any further forward or her breasts will compress into her legs and spring her backwards! She cannot bend her legs at all because that will push into the bottom of her boobs and again; shove her to the ground! Her shirt is compressing her tits though, and doing a good job of making them easier to move around for the time being. She rolls over on top of her breasts and then straightens her body a bit while balancing the front of her weight on top of her own boobs! Babe snorted as he sees her kicking her legs and trying to paw at the waist of her pants. He does not know what pants are; but they looked like bonds to him- like reins, used to control and subdue. Babe quickly grabs the back of her pants in his teeth and yanks back, then starts thrashing his head! He is so strong he picked up her entire lower half and is shaking it! As he shakes his head, one of his long horns glances across the waist and the sharp tip touching the taught material is enough to cause a small rip, which immediately tears across and rips the entire back of her pants off! Babe stumbles backwards in surprise, still holding the pants in his mouth in confusion. "Uh... thanks big guy." She is breathless herself- though from the exertion of the change. As soon as Serene attempts to stand from out of her own breast flesh she falls forward fully again and arks her back. Her spine makes muffled crunching sounds and in a seemingly random order her vertebrae take turns expanding! The bone has been building extra condensed material to it and is now expanding with it! In her upper body the vertebrae expanding shoved her ribs forward, causing a sickening feeling in her chest for a few moments as extra pressure was applied to her sternum. After a moment though; her ribs relaxed again and compressed slightly- making them slightly shorter than before so everything still fit together properly, but also making them stronger. Serene cried out and pulled her legs up and in suddenly, causing her entire body weight to rest on her breasts, and her body to rock back and forth on the unstable mass. Her thighs are swelling up in size! Her toes feel stiff and her feet start to make crunching and cracking sounds as the bones rapidly shifted! She can still feel her toes but the muscles do not respond at all. Serene is startled by something moist bumping into her butt suddenly and she rolls over her breasts, catching herself with her hands in the grass on the other side! Serene turns but her breath is taken away when Babe stuffs his moist nose into her butt and his giant tongue shoves itself against her labia! She could not stand up because she is balancing on her own boobs- Babe has her leaned so far forward her legs can't reach the ground so her weight is between breasts and hands! She cannot kick him off because the muscles in her legs are not responding! Serene tries to tell him to back off but his persistence makes her gasp for breath- her breathing and heart rate soaring. As Babe licked, using his massive tongue to dig deeper and deeper into her pussy, her thighs and butt swelled up quite round! Her feet stretched and became narrow as many bones fused into few, but also grew in size. What had been the sole of her feet stretched massively into a large cannon bone- rivalling the length of her tibia! Her large and pinky toe regressed, being almost entirely overtaken by the growing nails which turned darker as they thickened- devolving the digits entirely into dewclaws! Her central toe regresses into nothing while the two beside it absorb the mass and swells up into the large front sections of her new cloven bovine hooves! Serene squealed a high-pitched, breathless cry of pleasure as her body trembled in orgasm from Babe penetrating her with his tongue! His tongue on its own is already bigger than the dick of most men she had been with. The tremors of her orgasm however also told her the muscles in her legs woke back up! She crossed her legs behind his horns, grabbing his head before shoving herself back with her arms to rock back to the other side of her breasts, shoving Babe back and away! He tried to step back up but Serene placed a hand on the top of his nose, so when he tried to move forward she pushed his head down. After a few tries he gave up with a loud snort. Serene grumbled pointing at the neon pink cone sticking out of the end of his sheath. " I see that! Put that thing away!" Serene remain resting, sitting on her knees in the grass but also leaned forward against her breasts. Every so often she rocks forward to bounce off her breasts. Serene gently rest her arms around their top curve through the shirt and hugged them. She has to put her faith in Moth's genius to make her final form functional, because right now Babe is the only reason she can still get around at all. She also examines her legs for some time. The roundness of her thighs looks soft on the surface but they did not expand with fat- when she tenses her legs; her thighs go from soft to hard immediately with all the muscle hidden inside. Babe and Serene rest in the shadow of the forest edge for at least two hours, trying to find shapes in the clouds passing overhead. Looking south- she can hear the ocean waves to the far right, the beach on the west coast where the mountains part. Serene eventually stands up- fully straightening her legs while her boobs still rest on the ground before trying to lift them as well. A cow also lifts its rump first unlike every other four legged animal- so that their udder does not drag on the ground as they stand. She almost teeters over onto the ground again the moment Serene heaves her tits up. She has to stagger her stance quite a bit to give herself enough stability to pick her giant boobs up! The movement of them sloshing around in her extremely tight shirt cause the fabric on the front to finally rip- creating a large cleavage window in the front! The shoulders of the shirt are already blown out completely too- so the shirt is barely holding together at all. Out of dimwitted curiosity; Babe sticks his nose in the newly made hole trying to figure out what it is. Her cleavage is once again quite sweaty- which means he can pick up her scene much easier and it completely fills his nose. Serene almost immediately collapses to her knees in a giggling fit as Babe starts licking her cleavage! His tongue is tickling her boobs! Her sweat is salty- as herbivores bovine seek out salt licks. Several beads of stray milk form wet spots on either side of the rift in her shirt. Laughter is a contraction of chest muscles- which also causes her breasts to tighten and squeeze milk out unintentionally. A strong cough could also cause accidental expression of milk. Again, she cannot tell Babe to ease off because she can't stop laughing! His head bumping into the edges of the gap however push the shirt past its breaking point. Threats shred in a sharp, rapid-fire tearing sound and then a low pop as the tear goes through the seam at the top and bottom and the entire shirt bursts in half! Well... now she has no choice but to return home completely nude- her clothes are annihilated. Serene's breasts shove Babe back, slamming into his face as their pressure-compression is released, then his face causes them to divide and swing sideways a bit before clapping back together and flopping down to settle on the ground. Well at least her cleavage isn't sweaty now- he licked it all up. Serene groaned at the thought of having to return nude. The construction crew is at the back of the building, so maybe the front will block their view. If anyone looks out the window in the main complex- as far away as she will be, they will definitely still be able to see her. Especially with breasts this big fully exposed. She grabbed onto one of his long horns to help heave herself back onto her hooves again. Since his horns point almost directly forward, you don't have to worry about him accidentally stabbing you- you'd have to be standing directly in front of him. Only now did Serene realize just how much she has grown! She had to jump to get onto Babe's back earlier and he was half-bowed! Now his head is level with the mid-point of her breasts- which thanks to their slight sag; is about the top of her midriff! Serene grew quite a bit overall, but on top of that her legs shifted structure. The cannon bone used to be her soles, so its entire length is added to her height now. Her legs however remain human from the knee up so she can walk upright- that means she has human femurs. Basically; Serene has the longest part of a cow leg and the longest part of a human leg together. She quickly spins around to see her hair behind her as well, remembering now that it was also growing! Sure enough her shimmering raven black hair is so long that is trails slightly on the ground behind her! Thanks to her added size; that means her hair is almost double its previous length, and it was already very long. Not wanting to get it dirty dragging on the ground, she collected her hair and tied it into a loose bow to reduce its length. She did not have a hair tie with her, so she just tied the hair with itself! Again; Serene collected her boobs as best she could in her arms and heaved them over Babe's back first, then climbed onto him, then flopped her right breast back over to his right side. She blushed, realizing that her breasts hang off him far enough now that they will interrupt the movement of his legs. She had to sit upright on him and press her breasts together, and then lean forward to sort-of pin her tits between her torso and his backside, so they did not hang off him. Now as he turns to run back home Serene's breasts do not flop around, but her body and head shake quite a bit because they are partially balanced on her breasts! She can feel the tight muscles in his upper back and arms pressing into the bottoms of her breasts as he moves. Bulls are not at all graceful, but nothing gets in their way when they reach full speed when they charge in a straight line. As it picking up on her nervousness; Babe lowered his head and went full-charge on the return trip. The sound of his hooves thundering against the soft ground- you could hear each gust of hot breath jet out of his large nostrils as he ran. Serene had been reluctant to accept a pet when Moth handed him off to her, but now Serene is quite glad to have Babe. She does not even need to get off of him when they return- he butts the front door open with his head to enter the house on his own and then bows slightly outside her bedroom door. Instead of shooing him out, Serene ushers him into her bedroom and closes the door behind him. She remembers RHE saying that they had given her a very basic outfit for all projected sizes to her completion, and sure enough she found another shirt in her closet- bland looking pale grey. The body of the shirt billowed so far out that it almost looked like a bedsheet at first. She slipped on her new sized outfit; the top was snug but not tight, and hung down with enough fabric to fully hide the bottom curvature of her breasts from view, even though the fabric was pulled so far out away from her torso. Having boobs this big forced her to sort of re-learn how to do everything. To open doors she needs to bow forward to grab the door and then back up as she swings it open before straightening up- because otherwise the door just hits her boobs and bounces back closed. If she is going up or down stairs she needs to pay close attention and feel with her feet if she is ever unsure- because she cannot actually see the stairs at all past her breasts, so she is effectively blind. Near the construction or in the RHE offices where there is power cables on the floor or dropped tools or pens, she has to take shallow steps or risk stepping on something and tripping, because again; she cannot see the ground past her boobs. Even when sitting on the toilet she had a hell of a time standing back up, because her breasts completely filled her lap. The sink counter is close enough on one side, and there is a handlebar that runs on the other side of the toilet meant for her to grab onto and hoist herself up with- she needs to stand straight up, because her torso cannot bend further forward with her breasts in the way. At least now she understood why everything in her house is so unusually tall- now that she has grown; everything seems normal sized. When laying on her bed to watch TV she lets her breasts roll over beside her and just rests her arms on the more gradual top slope of them. This lets her have a clear view down her body length to the TV beyond the foot of the bed, because her breasts are beside her rather than on top of her. They are very comfortable though- ignoring the tremendous inconveniences. She idly pats her hands on their surface sometimes, sending ripples down their mass, playing her boobs like bongos. She enjoys hugging them- and when she naps she cradles her body around them, using her breasts like a body pillow. She also likes lying on Babe though. In the afternoon she just rest outside in the sun; Babe was laying on his side and she rest up onto him, listening to his deep breaths and heart beat as her head rest on his ribs. Serene ended up going back to the main complex for dinner- her own kitchen was almost done but she was hungry NOW. Babe would not even fit inside so she instead took him to the garage at the side of the main building and asked the shuttle drivers to look after him for a bit. Serene herself had trouble getting in the front doors too. She has to duck to get her head in, but her breasts stick so far forward that she needs to grab her shirt and pull them back with it before she can squish her body fully through the doorway! As soon as she is inside the researchers find her and immediately flock to help her get around, while also bombarding her with questions on her transformation. Somehow Serene does not mind as much now- especially since her transformation has leveled off already again, she second dose having run its course. Serene determined that what really bothered her about the whole observation thing is that the researchers were picking up on how her body worked, before she did. No one should know more about Serene, than Serene. Since she was able to move around and experience this new form before the researchers got their eyes on it, she isn't bothered by their questions at all. All three other chairs at her table in the restaurant were occupied by researchers eating with her. Once the questions were done though, they resumed talking to her like... just a regular person. Chatting about how research is going, how many different species RHE is extracting traits from, a new magnetic storage unit they are drawing up the plans for. It was wild riding the colossal ship The Ark on the way here, and then seeing it moor at the side of a completely uninhabited, massive island. RHEI is in the middle of nowhere- so creating the main complex was a lot more involved than simply erecting an office building. They need advanced research tools and equipment, they need magic shielding and mana manipulation tools, they needed apartments for everyone to live in! They also needed internet access, cell phone signals, power, and water, because the island obviously cannot be hooked up to any existing grids! The sheer speed at while this all formed is a testament to just how many skilled people RHE has employed. Serene had a hell of a time trying to figure out how to eat properly again. In her own home it will not be an issue, but using regular human sized furniture, it is awkward as heck. She cannot pull her chair closer than two feet away from the table without knocking the table over with her boobs. If she lifts them up they will plop down onto the table and cover the entire surface. She ended up having to lean forward steeply the entire time so she could stuff her breasts under the table- though the table was lifted slightly on her side, resting on the top of her tits. She knew by now that she would also need to get out and onto Babe quickly after dinner- immediately after she eats her body's milk production goes into overdrive, taking its portion of the biomass to make her sweet, smooth milk. One of the researchers had gone to tell the Overseer about Serene, so before she finished dinner; Tessa found her again and offered up another needle. This time she warned Serene that the transformation will be quite quick, and extremely intense. She should return home and not plan on leaving her bedroom for a while- because she will most likely be immobilized for the duration of the change. This is the final stage of the transformation- and promised to help her deal with the weight of her tremendous tits. Serene could not imagine what it would do to allow for that, but took the final dose anyway. Tessa injected this one into her side, which made it a bit more painful. "Sorry, but the closer to the reactive zone the better. One day we will hopefully have drinkable tinctures, but not today. If you are having trouble managing your... mass- there is bras in your dresser that should still fit you, you know." Serene blushed. "Really? I... didn't even think to check. I heard wearing a bra could be bad for you anyway." Tessa finished the injection and pocketed the empty needle to incinerate later. "Well, if it isn't necessary; then yes. In the outside world it has become common place to wear a bra all the time- which very much is ultimately bad for you. However if you plan to be bouncing around a lot- something that is impossible for you to avoid in your current state- it will strain the tendon that holds your breasts up against your rib cage. If it becomes stretched, your breasts will sag lower on your torso. In your case it would just be to make them easier to control for the time being. Your transformation will remake so much of the structure that it actually doesn't matter what happens to them right now because it will be reset regardless." It wouldn't make her bigger because the second dose already did that- the same effect would not be split between two separate doses, and also if her overall body got bigger so would her breasts. Her spine also got thicker with bovine traits to strengthen the bones of her back, so it can't be that either. Moth did promise her a full explanation once all was said and done, so Serene would just wait it out for now. The RHE staff helped her back downstairs and out the front doors. Once she was on ground level Babe ducked under the partially open hanger door on the garage to return to her side. Babe charged down the long slope to return to the valley and their home. Serene is glad he is so quick, because her lower back muscles are already squirming. Her tail bone is very slowly extending! The transformation is supposed to be really intense, so she needs to get back to her bedroom before it starts. By the time she returned to her palace the island was already dark. The sun was still only starting to set- but the mountains around it block the sun and cast the island into the shadow of the day before the sky. The beach on the west side allows in a stripe of orange dusk light that cuts across the entire island- and straight over her house. The construction crew has already cleared out for the day- the ground floor of her palace is now complete. Babe rams the front door open again but this time Serene slides off him just inside and nudges him back out the door. She cannot have him indoors all the time- she doesn't want to clean up cowpies he might leave on the floor, so she shoos him outside for the night. Babe has his own sort-of house anyway, the one-bull stable made of cherry oak. Serene is already moaning and holding her hips as she scoots into her bedroom and dive-bombs her bed. She of course lands boobs-first which causes the mattress to creak from their weight. Serene had the foresight to immediately scramble out of her pants and kick them off the bed. Partially suspended on her own tits she rolls herself forward; her face into the pillows, her torso over her breasts and her butt in the air with her legs straight, but spread wide. Her spine made muffled crunching sounds as it expanded rapidly- extending downward. But a cow tail is really thin- it's extending at the same width as the rest of her spine! These aren't caudal vertebrae- it isn't a tail at all! "Ho... ooohHO, Aah...aaaAAAAHHH!!" Her voice went from a soft cry to dog-whistle pitched as pleasure absolutely erupted from her entire lower body! All sensation in her legs was erased entirely, canceled out by throbbing pleasure! Her entire pelvic floor was extending out from her pelvis! Both her anus and vulva were growing away from her! The growth touched every pleasure nerve she had down there all at once! Her entire torso was extending, while leading her pelvis and legs where they already were. By the time she looked back there was already really underdeveloped, almost shapeless little baby limbs growing out from the end of it! They almost looked like plucked chicken wings at first because there was no discernable hand or foot on the end yet. Serene can move the extension of her body a little bit, bending it like one would a tail. It quickly started to become thicker- though the spine within remained the same, the girth is entirely muscle. Serene cried out and grabbed at her crotch where her pussy used to be and felt bones branching out from her pelvis- pulling the flesh of the new growth out further to make room. She could feel her heart absolutely throbbing under the surface. But that wasn't right. She placed another hand on her chest and her heart was beating relatively normally in her chest, but felt like it was absolutely throbbing down in her crotch. That is when she realized... she has more than one heart. The fleshy mass extending from below started to look more solid as a few ribs formed and then a sternum to shield the second heart. A large V shaped pelvis started to form at the end, allowing the newly forming baby limbs to socket into it. The new hips were visible through the surface- the sharp looking bones of a bovine pelvis! As the legs developed much more and she gained rudimentary control of them- it became obvious they were fully bovine. Unlike her front legs which are human to the knee- these rear legs are bovine all the way up. That means the thighs are huge triangular haunches. Hooves formed on the ends of the limbs, at first soft like fingernails but then thickened and hardened properly as they grew. Her spine grew even further, going beyond the cow hips, but now the vertebrae were significantly smaller- this was an actual tail. Her tail flopped on the bed- twitching mostly from involuntary muscle contractions caused by its growth. It grew to be unusually long by cow standards, but the tassel of raven black hair on the end and the girth of the tail remained normal for cows. Her vulva and anus also those of a bovine now too- and relocated onto the cow rump roughly two and a half feet from where they used to be! Serene's chest was heaving trying to catch her breast, causing her breasts to wobble back and forth. She is lying on her side now, having flopped over from exertion so one boob was stacked on top of the other, causing her left breast to wobble much more violently. She did a paddling motion with her rear legs to test their movement. They looked a bit stumpy in comparison to her front legs, but their actual length ultimately ended up being the same- because the cow rump and legs was sized up to a proper, large cow. Serene's face got increasingly redder as she stares at her new rump and then reaches toward it. Even bending the mid-point between the two sections of her body, her hand cannot reach all the way to the back. That... means she cannot use her hands to masturbate. She supposed that did not stop her from using a dildo if it has a suction cup or some way to mount it to a surface. Or... Babe's tongue, since he apparently likes her taste. Serene slowly and shakily started to get up off the bed, testing her new legs on the soft surface. Warmth and pleasure came rushing back into her, causing her to yelp in surprise and roll right off the side of the bed onto the floor! Well... she found out her new and old length of spine can lie perfectly flat out- because that is how she landed on the floor. Her own breasts sloshed on top of her chest off the bed and wind her before rolling to the side. Now her entire body squirms- the muscles up the entire length of her back squirm and swell! She could feel it coiling around her spine like tentacles under her skin! All the muscles in her new lower body tense and almost feel sore from use- in spite of barely having ever been used. They are stretching and expanding, but the new growth is inward- so not at all visible on the surface. She has no idea what it is trying to form, because unlike most taur-like beings, she does not have a second torso really. The lower body is just a human hip and then a cow hip with nothing in between! Changes pulse in her head, causing her hearing and sight to pulse in and out, because the spikes in blood pressure to feed the changes cancel her hearing with the beat of her heart and turn her vision blue because of blood pressure behind her eyes! Horns lance her head over where her temples were and cause quite a bit of bleeding at first, but then their continued growth pulls the skin taught enough around their base that blood cannot escape. Her horns grow out with a rust-brown tinge to them just from blood being smeared up their length. Her ears feel burning hot and start to grow large, and new muscle gathers in their base allowing them mobility they never had before. Even her moans and groans of confusion and unexpected pleasure become a bit deeper as her face starts to stretch slightly! The bridge of her nose widens, causing it to project less from her face, but then her jaws grow out very slightly giving the bottom of her nose a forward tilt. Her lips swelled plump and darkened to a deep lipstick red, then continued to darken looking almost bruised- and then completely darkened to glossy black. The coloration continued onto her nose, creating an almost perfectly square patch of glossy black, moist flesh. She notices her new crotch blushing pink- the coloration spreading down from her new cow pussy. The skin on her old crotch starts to bunch up and push out a bit, forming a ridge of thick, loose, soft flesh. She has bovine dewlaps where her genitals used to be! The entire pink area on her underside pulls taught on the surface and then starts to swell out- at first it looks like some severe allergic reaction. As soon as four separate, much smaller bumps appear spaced out on it- Serene realizes it is a bovine udder! The inner heat and pleasure this time is the formation of new pleasure nerves and a new set of mammaries! She tries to squirm her way forward enough to touch the new flesh, but cannot reach. The teats form as bumps first, but then pressure forces its way into them and they stretch outward into pudgy little flesh noodles. The udder just looks like a shallow pink hill at first, but like the teats it balloons out forward after. This causes its mass to compress in on itself and billow out to the sides, making it unusually round looking due to her being on her back at the moment. A few hairs at a time started to lose coloration on her head, creating increasingly thick white streaks- it seemingly only affected hair over her temples that her growing horns divided- the rest remained black. Some of the flesh on her torso started to look bruised, but like her lips and nose continued to darken well beyond that to true black- turning to splotches like a cow; except on her skin, since she has no fur. There is a patch on her upper back that she obviously cannot see at all that is shaped like a downward triangle with rounded corners, then two semi-round spots on either of her fully bovine flanks. On the front of her human torso, she gains a splotch that is almost perfectly heart shaped, the two rounded points at the top touching her collar, and the sharp point at the bottom sinking into her cleavage! Another identical spot appears on her midriff except upside down- so her belly button is wedged into the indent and the point leads UP into her cleavage from below. Serene is winded a moment from the feeling of her udder compressing in on itself- two divots creating a + shaped indentation across the surface of her udder, marking the four individual segments dedicated to her four teats. The indentation is a rib of muscle- the central one much larger than the side divide, and cuts the entire section off from the others with a thin membrane that runs from the muscle rib into the underside. The teats continue to swell larger till they are the size of a fat thumb each and flop around with their own rhythm separate of the udder. Each segment of her udder bloated to the size and shape almost identical to a large watermelon- which puts her udder in leagues with prize dairy cattle; though still somehow not really comparable to the overwhelming mass of her human breasts. Veins as fat around as her thumb bulge on her underside into the base of the udder before mostly disappearing below the surface. This... is her true form? The final result of her test? Did she... pass? Serene ended up passing out entirely on the floor beside her bed; too exhausted from the change to even crawl back up into the bed. When Serene woke next, it was the following day and already late in the morning! She was woken rather sharply by yet another jolt of pleasure! She looks down quickly to see Babe in her room, standing over her lower half, suckling milk from one of the teats on her udder! "H-hey! Stop that!" She put a rear hoof on his horn about to kick him off but hesitated from the soft pleasure of the warm flow travelling through her teat- and his soft lips wrapped around it. "I... guess my transformation is done now. So... my milk should be fine for you to drink... I guess." His moist nose bopped the surface of her udder and tickled her a bit with his breath. "I can't reach down that far anyway. I can't milk my breasts or udder properly, so till they install the milking machine here; that is your job, big guy." "He is a big boy- he can drink a lot of milk." Moth chuckled at Serene's startled yelp- only now noticing that Moth has been standing leaned against her bedroom wall the entire time. She should have known- Babe cannot open her bedroom door like he does the front doors, so he couldn't have gotten in on his own. "So. Explanations I owe you... still have questions that need answering?" "Uh, yea. How do I walk? I have four legs now but they extend backwards- my boobs go forward. If anything; isn't my sense of balance even worse now?!" Moth chuckled and told her to try and stand up. She shoved Babe off a moment, causing him to grunt and step back. Serene tucked her limbs in, rolled onto her underside and then stood up from that position. It is... surprisingly easy. Her breasts stand unusually high on her torso and her back does not feel the strain at all! Before she could only stand if she hunched forward so her boobs hang off from her chest- now she can stand perfectly upright. She felt a slight movement from far down below, deep inside when she straightened herself. Moth nodded. "The lower body had no torso- so your organs do not repeat. Your genitals and intestinal tract is no longer in your human torso at all, it is in your bovine hips. The few ribs you actually have that essentially form the bovine collar bone protect a secondary heart that bounces blood flow back up to your primary heart. The udder mammaries are obviously in the udder, so they occupy basically no space at all in the body. So what is in between hip and hip? A custom made muscle-core. I custom bio-engineered a double helix muscle system that branches from the lower core and travels the length of your human spine. It waves back and forth every second vertebrae- back on one, forth on the next, then back again- so on and so forth. That means when those muscle strands pull tight, they both pull and push the spine at the same time- locking the vertebrae together. That means if you do not want your spine to bend- it won't. You could probably pick Babe up and not hurt your back. You'd probably still fall over from having your center of gravity fucked up, but it won't be because of your back." Moth walked over and motioned for her to crouch down a bit so she could reach. Moth then made Serene blush as she pat the top of her breasts, trying to feel around in the soft tissue under her shirt. "Hm. Can't feel the seam, but can you feel there is an almost flat surface on the top of your breasts about there?" Serene put her arms up under her shirt to feel for herself. "Yea, sort of." Moth put a hand back on it and pushed in a bit- the entire front of the breast did a little hop! "Taking the genes present in a bovine udder in the dividing muscle ribbing- a created a thick ribbon of muscle that helps connect to a fork in the original supportive tendon, so rather than apply force directly to the tendon the muscle ribbon takes the blunt of it. Because it is flat and wide, this also distributes the tension across your collar and toward the shoulders naturally- so you won't hurt yourself as easily if they get jostled around too violently." Moth then pointed to her underside and said that the central rib of the udder actually extends and links to the bottom of the bovine sternum for extra stability. Because Serene's front legs are human to the knee and then transition; they are front legs but not forelegs. In spite of having four legs like a cow, none of them are forelegs- they are ALL hind legs! This coupled with the fact there is no torso in between them- Serene has a really tiny gait compared to most any quadruped. She doesn't walk any faster than a normal human. The four limbs are to give her udder ample room to hang freely, and to grand her very good balance. When one limb slips there is still three more to catch her- it is very difficult to actually make Serene trip. Serene also what has what almost looks like a human butt still- just because her round human thighs and thigh muscle still end in globular ends. She has half-spheres of soft meat at the base of her back where her body turns horizontal into the new lower segment. Moth told her to get ready- the researchers obviously wanted to see her, but Moth told them all to wait while she came in on her own so Serene would not get bombarded all at once. As Serene had a quick shower and went to the toilet, she noted having her weight balanced on four legs also made getting up and down a lot easier without having to use her arms. She is glad they had the foresight to build her house so gigantic, because she is now both very VERY tall, and also quite long. She darted to her dresser to look for the bras Tessa mentioned the other day- her breast size stopped changing already a while ago so anything that fit her then should still fit now. It is a good thing the clasp is in the back, because lord knows she can't reach the front. The black lace cups still struggled to contain her. Her breasts did not grow at all- but they did enlarge. The milk cisterns in her areola and nipples expand her breasts forward as she fills with milk, which causes the size of her breasts to fluctuate. She grumbled at the bra. It sure looked pretty and all but... Serene has never been one to hold her girls back. Serene looked at Moth still standing there, waiting patiently. "It would be bad to go topless, ya?" Moth shrugged. "Why would that be bad?" Serene chuckled. "I mean, it would seem slutty to be tossing these things around in the open." "But the researchers..?" "Yea, I am sure they would be really offended by being able to see their hard work come to fruition." Moth laughed and shrugged again. "I am not even part of RHE technically. I am just here because I think it's neat." They both chuckled. Serene took a deep breath, arching her back. "I am too big now to be contained. Ain't... nothing gunna... hold me back!" She pulled her arms back and that was all the bra could handle. The clasp immediately deformed and the bra was launched off the front of her tits! The broken clasp clacked against the wall behind her and clattered to the floor. Serene picked it up and held it up a moment. "A reminder- no barriers to hold me." Moth just smiled and nodded. Moth helped comb her exceedingly long hair, and then cut it back a bit for Serene. Serene herself worked to polish her hooves and then gave them a shiny coat of golden nail polish. Moth trimmed some bangs for Serene- though left them long enough to hide her eyebrows behind. Her horns prevent the hair on the sides from ever getting in her face. The horns go almost straight up, but arch out a bit, then inward, then out again at the very tips. Moth gave her a heavy, etched golden sphere to wedge in between her horns where they bend back in toward each other- and it fit perfectly. The weight of the orb helped hold it in place. The surface is inscribed with an Egyptian prayer for birth, bounty, and re-birth. The orb is meant to resemble the sun disk the God Mehet-Weret wears in her own horns- for she is the Egyptian God of birth and bounty, and mother of the sun itself. And she just so happens to also be a cow. Serene found some more bling she could adorn herself with that would not cover her. A golden brace embossed with vine patterns she slid to the base of her tail, and then two simple rings she slit on after it. The rings were not quite tight enough to grip her tail, so they rattled up and down its length as she moved it. She found two rings made of jet and two rings made of opal that were perfect size for the teats on her udder, sliding them to the base of each, alternating the colors. Wearing rings on the teats will prevent them from leaking when she fills as well- because it will prevent milk buildup inside of the teat itself. Serene complained that there was nothing for the nipples on her breasts- because they were actually slightly thicker than her udder's teats. Moth just laughed and conjured some for her! Moth is a legendary sorceress- creating something simple like jewelry from pure mana is nothing to her; she didn't even need to use her magic book. Over the wide nipples of her breasts she had silver rings, trailing tiny chains. At the end of either chain is a triangular thorn of amethyst. Serene's ears turned to the huge floppy ears of a Brahman breed of cow, so they are very large and in a relaxed position flop forward. She placed a simple golden stud in the very tip of either ear, which then trailed a fine golden chain connecting to a large bronze ring in her nose- a very large septum piercing so connect her ears and nose loosely together. When she was finally ready, Serene hopped up onto Babe, startling him a little. In her fully transformed state she actually almost looked a bit too big for him- but Babe still did not mind hauling her around. He can smell the bovine genes in her, and his instincts tell him to protect her. Moth opened the doors for them and an audience of researchers wait outside to cheer her coming, as Serene rode out of her palace on the back of an Aurochs. RHE's first test subject- their Genesis Project. The start of something so great; not even Moth knew the full extent of it. That evening Serene was returning from the main complex on her own, walking beside Babe rather than riding him. She hear someone calling for her and turned to see Julius running up from the front of the building. "O-oh, hey Jules!" Her face turned bright red. She was okay showing off with the researchers and being in the valley by herself nude, but forgot the possibility of a kid like Julius finding her naked. "Forget about me now that you're a... big... cow hybrid?" She chuckled, patting him on the head. "Of course not. I don't live in the main complex anymore though- so I won't always know if you are here on the island or not." She lead him to the huge oak tree at the top of the slope. It is surrounded with a large circle of grass and is a common place for RHE staff to take breaks under. They sat together in the shade as the sun grew heavy in the sky. When Serene sits, her lower half flops on its side while her human portion remains upright. He only ever looked at her in quick glances- understandably not sure where his eyes are allowed to wander and yet too young to understand much of it. "Hey Serene?" "Hmm?" "Why... did you do it? Why did you become a test subject?" "To help. I saw all this cool stuff my father was doing with Moth and was proud of him but I could never do anything like that. I am no brainiac, as you are well aware. This was my chance to become a part of it, y'know?" "But you're so different! And it could have gone wrong! My father is always telling me that failure teaches... uhm, you learn more from failure than you do from success in science." Serene bowed her head a bit. "Yea. Of course there was plenty of risks... chalk it up to me not really thinking of the consequences. I am reckless, what can I say?" "Is... that really it?" "Listen Julius; as you experience more of life you will come to understand that sometimes life is just chaos. Sometimes you do something stupid and come out on top, and sometimes you play it safe and end up dead regardless. It is good to think about what could go wrong and weight the costs... but at some point you need to just jump in." She motioned over herself. "Turned out fine. Remember; Dess Winehal was directly helping with my test- my body was in extremely capable hands." There was a long pause before he spoke again. "But you can't ever go back. Can you? It sounded really fun at first but... I don't...I don't know of a body I would want permanently more than the one I already got. Humans are kinda boring but, simple is good sometimes, right? I am not good at explaining stuff..." "It is the easy option." "Huh?" "Human's don't do anything super well, but they do everything good enough to get by- they are the safe option. I don't play things safe. I take risks, and if I get burned- whatever. My own fault, I don't get mad, I don't regret. My body is just... a body. I am still me inside no matter what happened to my body." "Your brave. I am going to try to be a part of this too! But... I am too scared to be a test subject like you. And... I don't know if I can become a researcher because it's really hard and it's pretty uh... complicated. But, I want to try, and my dad likes teaching me!" Serene smiled wide. "Julius, I think I have a special mission for you, that only you can accomplish." "REALLY? What is it!?" "You and me are friends, right? And you are trying to be a member of the research team. I noticed the people on the research team... are sort of walking on eggshells when around me. They are so afraid of saying something that will offend me that they end up leaving a lot of things unsaid. They keep things professional and down to business, y'know? Very stiff." Julius nodded. "When you become a member of the research team I want you to break that barrier. I want you to do your best to remove any gap between RHE and its test subjects. They are going to bring a lot more people here as tests starting now." She motioned over the valley. "I will have lots of unique neighbors soon enough. But we are down there- and RHE is up here. I don't want a division to form, where the test subjects inherit paradise and the RHE staff keep themselves cooped up in a box, afraid of trampling the grass. They treat me like some precious artifact or God. I am just me, man." Both Serene and Julius laughed. "I ain't nothin' special at the end of the day, just a cute part-cow who needs as much respect as anyone else deserves." Julius nodded eagerly. "Yea! I can do that! And they can have parties and stuff together when they are uhm, not working. Like, maybe another arcade in the valley or a movie theatre, so the researchers can come down to the test subjects when they aren't working. Like, home and work to normal people, right?" Serene pat his head. "Right!" She grabbed up the broken clasp she had dangling from one of her chains. "And if you can do that one day- you can earn this." He tilted his head and even Babe sniffed it in curiosity. "What... is it?" "It is the broken clasp of the last bra I will ever wear. It is a symbol of broken bonds- freedom. You want to earn this?" She chuckled. "Then be like me- sow a little chaos. Mix things up." "YEA! You got it Serene! When I grow up, I am going to be just like you!" ----- 28 years later. "Overseer? You wanted to hold a private meeting here? Am I early?" Julius chuckled, flipping a pen back and forth through his fingers idly. "Only just. Tell you what- you can get this meeting started. I am going to need a tincture out of cold storage. We are going to mix things up a bit." "Wh-uh, for what exactly?" "...I want to become a test subject." "W-WHAT?!"
(Male POV, F tf Cow-half, tf cow, M tf bull) You are a rancher of the city-state of Andeva. Your ranch is a modest one, but thanks to alchemical advances you do not need to expand your land nor the herd of cattle. Using alchemical potions you can make sure your cows remain big and milky without actually needing to be pregnant- well, aside from keeping the herd size the same. You were so startled when your wife burst in through the door suddenly that half the coffee in your mug jumped out from your movement, and luckily landed right back in the mug again. Lala is a smart woman but, uh, more than a little absent-minded, so she ends up making a lot of bad decisions in spite of knowing better. If you wanted to see her real intellect you'd need to get her to sit still first- and good luck doing that. She came into the house again looking disheveled and her top is moist from something spilling on her. More alarmingly- her top is a lot more full than normal. She likes oversized tops- which are hard to find because she is a rather big woman. You are not at all short yourself, and she is the exact same height as you. The sleeves of her hoodie are still too long for her arms and hide all but the tips of her fingers, but her enlarged breasts now fill the body of the sweater and pull it away from her! You can see a stretch line across from the bump of her nipples in the shirt from one side to the other. Well... that isn't normal. She is out of breath and her expression hovers between bewilderment and giddy pleasure. "I... I almost gave Juniper a dose of the serum." You nod, motioning with your free hand for her to continue. "Right...? She is looking to have a young'un though, so she is supposed to be off the stuff. Her calf will be needing her milk soon enough." "Y-yea! Right! I remembered before I gave it to her, but when I went to put it back on the shelf I misjudged the distance and I... I thought I broke the vial! The vial was fine but- I mean it did hit the shelf but it didn't break- and I was startled so I fumbled it entirely and dumped it on my top!" Oh, well, that explains her breasts then. She dumped alchemical bovine hormones onto herself. It is meant to enlarge the mammaries to their full potential and induce lactation. She is lucky this is all it did to her. You motion to the hall on the other side of the kitchen. "W-well go get yourself washed off! And toss the top in the laundry. That serum was not meant for humans!" She blushed. "Right..." You watch her as she skitters off- a bit stunned by her size. Normally Lala is a tall woman, with aquamarine eyes and light orange-brown hair. Her hair is to her lower back, but gets bouncier the further down from her head it goes, so it ends up curling back up to her upper back unless it's wet. Her skin is a light peach and the top of her breasts, her forearms, the back of her neck, her cheeks, and the bridge of her nose are speckled with constellations of freckles. Her breasts are supposed to be C cups- the perfect size to fill a hand, with solid edged areola of a powder-brown tone. When she came back into the kitchen she was still drying her hair with a towel- she put her shorts back on but as you told her; she put her top in the laundry, and didn't bother to grab a new one, walking around topless now. Her areola now have a bit of a faded edge to them from being rapidly stretched across the expanding bust, and their coloration has turned much more aggressive. They are now a dark red-brown, and since she went from a warm shower to walking around topless, the air has made her now large nipples stand in full attention and the surface of her areola become goose-bumpy. Her breasts looked to be in the range of a G cup at least, but, springier than any other G cup tit you've ever seen. They aren't solid or round like implants, but they also sit too high for a normal G cup, the skin's elasticity was enhanced by the serum as well. Rather than flop or slosh around like huge breasts do- they wobble and bounce. Completely unprovoked, Lala starts to turn back and forth for you, giving you the bedroom eyes. She walks up to you all sultry-like and stands with her chest out, offering you to sample her melons. "Well?" You chuckle, putting your mug down on the counter. "Well, I want to be more concerned than you seem to be. Should I head into the city proper and find an alchemist?" She bent her torso the other way as if to protect her new assets from the concept of having them 'cured'. "Nuuuu, they are so expensive! Besides- are you forgetting? We need to re-apply the serum every year. It wears off, on its own." "You're going to stay like THAT for an entire year?" She cocked her brow. "Any complaints?" You place your hands on the soft sides and draw them forward, then slide your hands under them to heft their weight in appraisal. You slide your hands to the front, catching her erect, enlarged nipples between your fingers before shoving her breasts back toward her. You can feel the soft, rubbery flesh billow up between your fingers. "Can't think of any myself, just feel a bit unsettled is all." "Mmm." Lala glances you up and down, licking her lips. "Well instead of going with your gut on this one- why not get the opinion of something lower?" She placed her index on the bulge at the front of your pants, pulled down and giggled as she let go and it sprang back into place. It is funny how night-and-day Lala can be. When on the job or out and about she is quite serious and her reactions quite reserved. When she is alone with you however- she is a complete goof, and often a perverted one at that. Of course she is giddy about getting a huge pair of tits. After spending most of the morning romping in bed with her, you ended up doing her turn of the chores and tending the cows where she abruptly left off. By dinner she was already joking around about deliberately taking a dose of the hormone serum! Of course you laughed it off, but you also made sure to emphasize how dumb that would actually be, just in case she was actually humoring the idea in her head. Yea, it wears off- not quickly. Also, a dose is meant for a cow; a creature that is both different in biology to a human, and also at least twice the size of a human. Assuming she isn't mutated horribly- the dose lasts almost a year for a cow; how long would that last in a creature a third of the size? Three years? Can you imagine? Well... you wouldn't have to imagine for very long. The day after the next, you heard a clattering in the barn in the early morning. You covered what she did not on her last turn, then did your own turn, so today was once again Lala's tern in the barn to milk the cows. They produce enough to be milked twice a day, but the morning milking is done by hand instead of machine so they get a balance. There is a lot of heavy equipment in there for maintaining the land and such- so you step out onto the deck in concern and call to her just to make sure she didn't somehow knock something over large enough to pin her. "Lala? You alright?" "M-moo!" Your brows immediately lower. "Right. What was all that ruckus?" "MOO!" You just shake your head and are about to go back inside, but your gut tells you something is amiss. She is obviously trying to be cute with the moos... but what if she is really planning to do something with the serum? Just to make sure she isn't doing no mischief you dash over to the barn to look in on her. Your heart almost jumps into the back of your throat when you see her on the floor of the barn. It looks like she stumbled over several things and made a right mess of the equipment at the back of the barn- around the shelf where the serum is kept. She transformed! That fool woman actually dosed herself with bovine hormone serum! The first dose only made her breasts larger because it just fell on her chest- she did not ingest it! This dose she actually drank, so it caused her body to radically mutate! Lala's breasts are still a bit larger; you are not sure what bra size would fit her now, but luckily they are not too much bigger than their already enlarged state. The serum is meant to bring out their greatest potential size- so this is Lala's largest potential, her genes won't allow them to get any bigger. They do however now have company. Immediately below her original breasts is an all new pair of breasts fighting for space! The second pair of breasts is not quite the same size as the top ones, they are roughly 70%. Her sweater is once again overfilled- the top breasts compacted so tightly in the fabric you might actually have to cut it off at this point. Obviously since the top pair stole all the fabric- her lower breasts were just out and about with nowhere to go. The front of her jorts have bust open as well, letting soft candy pink mammary flesh to billow out the opening! She has a cow udder, though rather timidly sized- each segment of the udders is still a bit smaller than her lower breasts. It was also extremely round and tight, the skin pulled completely smooth- but that is because it's being strangled by her shorts. She does not have fur, but some cow splotches have appeared on her skin, almost the same color as her hair- though slightly more pale. Lala's nose is now very wide and shallow and candy pink on the squared end, trailing down to her lips, making it look like she has the face of a cow, without actually having a muzzle. Her ears are huge and leaf shaped- they can pivot around but are so large compared to the size of her head that they normally just flop down at the sides. She has horns, but they are so small and underdeveloped that they never actually managed to break the skin- they are just rounded cones in front of her temples. She has a cow's tail but it is unusually long, and the tassel on the end is also abnormally long- trying to imitate the hair on her head. The most alarming- for both of you- is that all four of her limbs now ended in cloven hooves! Her arms and legs remained the same down to the wrist and ankle, and from there became the hooves of a cow... which means she has no hands anymore to take care of herself. You put one hand on your hip and the other through your hair, letting out a distressed sigh. "Well, I hope you are happy. You wanted their endowments so bad you got a lot else too." "Moo." "Yea- ha ha, real cute. Don't you have anything to say for yourself?" "M-mum..muuoo? Moo." "Okay, I get it, can you say something other than moo?" She shook her head vigorously. "Y-you can't... say anything other than moo?" She nodded. "Oh goodie." Her throat isn't transformed, and her voice still sounds exactly the same as it always has, so her vocal chords are unaltered, there is no reason for her to only be able to moo- whatever is causing it is a mental wall, not a physical one. Since her voice is unaltered it just sounds like a woman trying to be cute and mock a cow, rather than anything remotely close to an actual cow lowing. You are a bit startled when she stands up- you did not realize she was taller too. Her body did not change size, but her soles stretching and fusing into cannon bones gave her at least a foot of extra height, and since she was already as tall as you are- you are now on-level with her top cleavage. You see how shakily she is getting up and offer a shoulder. She can walk on two legs still, but has never stood on hooves before so she doesn't know how to balance yet. The massive increase of weight on her front side likely does not help any. Once you get her back into the house you help her slip off her shorts, so her udder isn't being pinched in the crook of the open zipper. Once it's loose, you are able to see how soft it really is. It completely eclipses her pussy from the front and sits comfortably in her lap when sitting or standing. The teats are still larger than her enlarged nipples but not by a lot. About the size of a pinky finger. There are two milk veins running into the udder, and the soft veins drag the candy pink coloration of the udder up her torso slightly across their surface. You push on them and they squish in easily- they are large and fat but not particularly solid. The milk veins run a supply of blood directly from the heart to the udder, bypassing everything between, but she likely still has a normal human heart, and a rather small udder, so the milk veins aren't really necessary in the first place. You try to get her top off but her breasts move with it- they are super-compressed in the fabric. You try to take advantage of how soft they are and push on the tops through her collar to see if you can pop them out individually, but the tightness of their confines has made them taught. You leave her for a moment on the couch and come back with scissors. She makes a pouty face and gives a frustrated 'moo', not wanting you to destroy one of her favorite tops, but she can't stay like this either! You only actually half-close the scissors on the bottom of the hoodie; as soon as the fabric has the tiniest cut in it, it turns into a massive tear that erupts up to the collar and bursts the front of the sweater open immediately! Her breasts being released from the pressurized top fly forward and slap your chest before flopping down, hitting one another, bouncing to the sides, and then settling back down in the middle with a dull clap. The bottom pair of breasts help steady the top, so they don't take a half hour to stop jiggling. Whenever you leave her alone for more than a few seconds she starts to moo to herself with a confused and frustrated look on her face. She doesn't seem to understand why she is making that sound, either. She thinks of a word, how to say the word, and then just moos. She has all four limbs up on the couch, parked in the middle of it like some sort of gargoyle. You sit beside her, putting your arm around her shoulders and started to ask her a ton of questions- trying to narrow down what her feelings on all this are, since she cannot tell you directly. She cannot talk, and she doesn't have hands so she can neither tell you verbally nor write words to communicate- so all her answers have to be either yes or no so she can answer with her head shake only. Beyond logic- she still refuses to see an alchemist. She actually intends to wait out the serum's effect. She knows more about alchemy than you do by a long shot, so maybe she knows something you don't? In any case, you can't very well drag her to go see someone- if she doesn't want to go, she doesn't go. As disgruntled as she is at some of her changes... she seems to very much enjoy her new assets- all of them. She grins at you with her adorable cow-face and leans into you, to force you to lay back. You can feel the heat from all her soft mammaries press on you and she kisses you deeply. Her tongue shoves yours up to fit under it, and then coils around it at the base! Woah. Her tongue increased in size, too. She scoots herself forward over you pushing on the couch with her rear hooves and sits upright, pushing on your chest with her fore hooves. It is a good thing you are still dressed- she just grew those hooves so they haven't been dulled against the ground, their edges are probably pretty sharp. She does a few playful bounces, squishing her bubble butt against the bulge in your pants before getting up onto all fours long enough to hook one of her rear hooves on the top of your pants and kick them down! When she is on all fours like this, all of her nipples and teats rest against you- her mammaries are large enough that they completely fill the gap between your two bodies so the nipples are bent against you. When she plops back down onto her rump and your now nude groin- you notice damp spots on your shirt from where her nipples had been. She must be lactating now! She grinds her pussy on your shaft; your penis wedged between her lips, but the wrong way. When she sits like this her udder is fully rested against your lower stomach, it's very warm, but it isn't leaving any lingering wetness, so she isn't lactating from there... yet. You reach up and cup the front sides of her massive top breasts, letting them wobble with her every motion against the palms of your hands. The way they wobble back and forth- you can feel the liquid inside. It influences how the entire tit shifts, like a balloon full of water. You also notice her areola are projecting out of the surface of the breast and her nipples have gotten thicker- she likely developed milk reservoirs in her breasts like a cow has in their udders. Her nipples will remain swollen huge with liquid pressure until she is milked. Lala finally slides her hips far enough forward that she can hook the head of your cock in her vaginal opening- and this also causes her udder to roll forward enough that the lower two teats are jabbing into you for a moment. She pauses a moment teasing you before sitting back down heavily and swallowing your dick into her pussy in one quick motion. All of her tits jostle around from the heavy motion, and you can see her nipples are large enough in this form that they flop off-rhythm from the breasts themselves because of the weight inside. She moans, but even her moans sound a bit like moos. Actually, since they are lower pitched they sound more like cow moos than her actual lowing does. She archs her back and starts riding you earnestly. Her udder just rocks slightly- it droops enough that even when she pulls up the udder does not actually lift up off you with her. Her top breasts spring up and down with her bouncing almost like a cartoon while the lower ones remain relatively still. The top breasts have both their own elasticity and the fact that they are bouncing off the tops of the lower breasts, making this motion particularly springy. The bottom breasts do not lift off her, but they becoming shiny and extra smooth with taughtness as the top ones flop down on them and squish them when she drops down. Sitting up like this- she is giving you a perfect view of her breasts. She towers over you in this position so you have a full view straight up of all four breasts, since the bottom are smaller than the top; you can still see the top breasts past them, and the bottoms are the roundest part of a boob. You can feel her tail lashing around randomly, and reach over with your right hand to touch it- as soon as it feels your touch the tail quickly coils loosely around your forearm! You hold the base of the tassel in your palm- it has to be at least two or three feet worth of hair hanging off it- well beyond any normal cow. With your other hand you pat the top of her udder and grab onto the teat, pulling it out from her to see just how elastic it is. Her pussy grabs onto your cock with a rhythm identical to a throat swallowing- trying to devour your meat. It is a good thing her vulva did not change- you doubt you would fill a cow. She rides you, moaning and mooing as you start to feel a sporadic patter of milk drops- all the movement was shaking some of it out, and the sexual arousal was turning up her production. You notice all four of her breasts are blushing- they are at capacity, they cannot hold any more. "Ah... hah... ha-aahmm muh... m-mo-mouu! M-MOO!" She blushed at the sounds she was unintentionally making, trying to once again talk, and failing. Lala was likely telling you she was close to climax- because it was only a moment later that her pussy put the death grip on your cock and she shrieked in pleasure. You could feel her hot pussy juice pool and run off either side of your hips and several thin streams of milk erupted from all four of her nipples for a moment! The pleasure caused muscle contractions- which caused her to auto-lactate because she was so full! Her vaginal spasms sucking your cock for all its worth sent you over the edge quickly and you came into her. She flopped down on top of you, with your wet shirt between. When she flopped over your softening cock popped out, and her udder rolled over and covered your genitals with a different but equally soft flesh. You put your arms around the small of her back and hug her tightly- she wheezes from your grip and you grin knowingly as you squash all eight teats into yourself. You two would remain like this for some time- too comfortable to move. Especially knowing how much you had to clean up now, because she absolutely just drenched the couch in various fluids. When you two get up, she heads to the shower and you wander toward the kitchen to get some water, but hear a timid 'moo' from the hall. Lala is just standing there, and after a moment, lifts her fore hooves up to show you, blushing a bit. Oh right... she can't hold the soap if she doesn't have hands. She cannot bathe on her own- she needs you. You sigh to yourself as it starts to dawn on you how this is looking like it is going to play out. She gets the far better end of this deal- she waits out the serum, while you are essentially her servant. She can't do anything on her own, so now you have to do everything for her... great. Well you had to have a shower too anyway so this part at least isn't any sweat off your back. You tilt the shower head unusually high up, so she can stand at the front of the shower and not get the water beams in her face the whole time, since you will be occupying the back. She puts her arms up and turns slowly as you lather her body up in the steamy shower. You notice when soaping up her hooves that the two segments do have some movement- she can wiggle them a bit, so she probably can hold small objects by wedging them between the two segments. You give her a playful slap on the butt when she turns her back to you and she giggles. She has small venus dimples on the small of her back- a mark of an fit female form. Ranch work can be hard work, after all. Her hips are small for a woman of her size, but her rump is a perfect bubble butt still. Not very big, but quite round all the same. Lala lets out a cut-off moan when you grip the base of her tail to get the soap down its very long length, so you make sure to move a bit slower and be gentle with it. A cow tail is quite thin, and isn't used for much else than swatting away flies... but Lala's isn't normal. Something about her still being over half human has given her tail more than it should have- it is both abnormally long, has freakishly long hair on the tassel, and it has much greater muscle control than it should. She can control its movement the entire length of it- and coil it around things to grip loosely. It does not have much muscle, so she can't really pick anything up with it; it is too weak. There is not a lot of room in the shower so her butt hovers around your lower gut- she is taller than you now after all, it used to be perfectly level with your crotch and she could pin you to a wall with a backward thrust into your dick. When you clean Lala's front, it is actually hard to rub her udder. Between the very smooth skin, its amorphous nature, and the soap in your hands the flesh immediately slips out of your grip! At its base you notice the neon pink flesh trailing onto her pubic mound. She is udder right up to her pussy- negating her pubic hair. It also means you cannot lift or pull her udder forward without also tugging on her pussy below, because the two tender bits touch one another. You also note that it looks fuller than before- it is likely producing milk like her breasts, but started later and has a greater overall capacity. You squish the fat milk veins leading off the top of her udder to trace her stomach up to cup the underside of her many breasts. If you push up on the lower breasts, the top divide themselves slightly to make room. Being larger and fatter than the lower breasts, their position can be shifted easier than the lower two. Her stomach is firm, but she is not athletic enough to have visible abs. Tight tummy muscles also means tight vaginal muscles. Her breasts are multi-colored thanks to her splotches. One spot covers the entirety of her lower right breast, making it a diffused brown while the other is still her normal peach tone. You smile as you think to yourself; 'one chocolate breast, and one vanilla'. Her larger upper breasts are nearly the same, but in reverse. The top right breast is bare while a large spot covers the front of the left- it does not quite cover the entire breast, but it's close. She also has a spot covering a fourth of her face- right over her left eye. She is careful to hold her ears down and toward her head the entire time to make sure water doesn't get in- they are a very large surface to get water in now after all. Once you lather her up she immediately moves forward and pins you to the wall of the shower! "Ah! Come on, we will slip if you are not careful!" She actually slipped several times already, but since you already had your hands on her, you just caught her. Her hooves have zero traction on the bottom of the tub. You lower your brows and just enjoy the ride after a few moments and realizing what she is doing. She is lathering YOU up. She is transferring the soap onto your body by rubbing herself all over you! She uses the tassel on her tail like a lathering brush to soap up your floppy cock and balls, and rub your taint back and forth while her assortment of mammaries squish and slip all over your torso. After the shower you are both able to dry yourselves off, but you follow her back to the bedroom to help her comb her hair- her tails needs to be combed now too. Combing it out helps it dry more and every stroke of the comb seems to cause the hair to curl more, creating waves and then wild lashing strands. Her hair became two colors when she transformed, adding snow white streaks to the orange-brown. You suppose her body would have turned the same color, except she doesn't have any fur, so her skin outside the splotches remain peach instead of white. When you look at the very top of Lala's head where it all stems from, the orange hair grows out in an x shape while the white in a + shape. On her tassel the white streaks flank the brown on either side. She has gotten you to comb her hair out sometimes even when she still had hands- it is very relaxing to her to have her very long hair brushed. While you sit on the edge of the bed combing her hair out, you hear an unhappy sigh and look to her face, seeing that Lala is looking at her hooves. She has both her legs folded under her to one side, and is touching her hind hooves with her fore hooves. On closer examination you notice there are a lot of hairline scratches on the surface of her hind hooves that the fore hooves do not have. Is she upset that they got scuffed up? Or just the fact that she has them in the first place? She cried out in distress suddenly. "Ah! Ah, my m-mun... hum-moo, oouuuuuUU. ARGH." She stood up and stomped her hoof in frustration at still being unable to talk to tell you what is wrong. Her body told you what was wrong quickly enough when there was a very loud, hollow pop, and then another! A bone shoved up into her skin from her side, looking like she somehow broke something painfully while not even doing anything, but no... you recognized the shape easily enough. That is her hip bone- bovine hip bones look very sharp and push up visible through the skin easily, because their pelvis is shaped like a V- the part you see is either side of the top. This is because there needs to be a large opening so the bone does not interrupt all the soft squishy bits flowing into the udders. They are however complete garbage for trying to walk on two legs. When her hips popped, Lala's torso was jarred abruptly forward, wobbled, and then at the second pop when the bones became visible on the surface; she was forced to bow forward! Her hips rapidly started to grow with a stiff, groaning sound from her bones like the bark of a tree that is being bent in the wind! She lifted her arms up looking like she is trying to do a puppy dog pose, but you then notice her shoulders growing! Her shoulder blades and where her arms hinge are altering to be much further forward- she cannot put her arms into a normal resting position like that! Her thighs start to grow longer vertically and take on a vaguely triangular shape as she is forced to bow further and further forward, teetering to try and keep her balance! Finally Lala is forced onto all fours and her hips and shoulders both give a dull pop to indicate that they have set fully into that position- robbing her of her ability to stand! Oh no, she has become even more cow! Her udders and teats flop around under her from all the movement- you are given a great view of that from behind now that she is forced onto all fours. Her breasts wobble and jiggle more erratically, because they keep colliding with one another and changing course. She looks at you with distress and concern in her beautiful aqua eyes. "Moo! Muh... mu- OUUU. Muh-huh." She lifted a hoof to point to her own torso the best she could, but her shoulders did not allow her to rotate her arms hardly at all. "Mhuh, mooom oouu, ah- ouu...rrRRR." She stomped her hoof again, tucking her ears back. You did your best to try and understand. "You?" Her ears twitched back into neutral and she nodded. "You transformed more. I can see that." She shook her head aggressively, then pointed to herself, then her legs. "You... you did this?" She nodded. "Well, I know you did this when you took- wait no." The transformation stopped. Why would it completely stop and then start again abruptly? She isn't talking about the initial change, she is talking about the current one only. She was looking at her hooves when the transformation happened, and it only affected her limbs. "The transformation... is being held back by your humanity. If you feel or act less human... more transformation can slip through?" She nodded vigorously. Oh geeze... that poses a problem alright. That means there is no defined ending point- she could potentially go full cow if she slips up. You have an idea to help her feel better about her hooves though at least. If she feels better about herself, she should feel slightly more human, and thus be able to stay human better- presumably. She looks puzzled as you walk out for a moment, telling her to wait. You return with a few items and then she lows in surprise as you lift her off the floor and plop her back onto the bed. You help her lay on her side on the bed- if she is off her hooves it will help her feel more normal a little. You get her to roll onto her back and her udder squishes out wider to fill her crotch while her breasts divide, creating a landing strip between them. You gently take her hind hooves into your hand to examine them closely. The scratches are very small on their surface and cannot be seen normally- they are only visible in how the light reflects off them. Rubbing your thumb across the hard surface though, you can faintly feel them. Her bones are tiny compared to a cow, so even with almost fully bovine legs; her hooves are incredibly dainty for a cow. You massage the skin around the base of the hard segments, and the little dewclaws in the back. Shaped like an animal, her feet still look so womanly and pretty. "When you initially transformed, your hoof segments were probably soft, like a newborn calf. It did not take them long to harden fully, but since you were on them the entire time, it was long enough to get them a bit scuffed. But we can take care of that easily enough." You take out a cloth and a tub of wax and start to rub her hoof firmly. The wax will wedge itself into even the tiniest of cracks to fill it, and since it's translucent, it will just look like whatever color the surface already was. She looked at you with a neutral expression, but you could tell from her eyes that she was enjoying this and thankful. She was also looking through the valley of her own cleavage- if her breasts sat on her chest when she was laying down the same as when she stood, she would not be able to see you over her own endowments. Her udder was relatively contained in her groin and also her thighs flanking it, but her breasts only balanced on her chest. Without being pulled out from her by their own weight, her breasts are extra jiggly in this position and jostle around with even the slightest movement. When you finish waxing her hoof to a glittering shine, you then take out some of her nail polish and apply a clear polish to the hoof. Once it dries it will form a protective layer of shine to make sure no new scuffs happen. You then repeated the process with her other hoof. You almost accidentally get a little wax on her skin when her hoof moves abruptly! There is a groaning again from her bones and she cries out from a rapid-fire series of cracks and pops and her last changes invert! In a matter of moments she returns to her initial cow-half form, once again able to stand on two legs! She doesn't move at all when changes start, because the muscles are changing and become unresponsive to conscious input till it is finished- otherwise they might get tangled in the shuffle. Even when you cannot hear a socket shift and re-set or a bone changing position, you can see it as an abrupt jostling in her body. Everything is built around her bones, so when the bone moves so does everything else. "Huh... so you can turn back? This form seems to be the one you are forced into- any additional changes can come and go according to what happens to you? Gosh, I wish you could talk Lala... I know nothing about alchemy." She just pat your head with a fore hoof, as if telling you it is okay. She knows you don't know. You both just have to figure out a way to deal with the cards you're dealt. "Does it hurt bad when that happens?" She shook her head. The bones straining and popping sure sounds like it would hurt- and she always cries out as if being hurt. Her cries are just those of surprise though; the nerves change with the rest of the body, preventing the process from being painful. Lala's cries are also the only way for her to communicate to you that anything is happening, since she still cannot talk. When you are done, she sits up, perched like a gargoyle again with her knees up beside her tits and her arms in front of them. You grab a different bottle though and hold up the magenta nail polish. "How about this one for the fore hooves?" She grins and offers you one. You have never painted nails in your life- and neither of you have ever attempted to paint a hoof, but you can't imagine it being too different than painting a barn. You do have to be a little more careful with this polish than you were with the hind hooves, because this isn't clear; your mistakes will be much more visible. She isn't going to be walking on these ones hopefully, so you end up painting the bottom and back too, just encapsulating the entire hoof segment- and even did her little dew claws. You suppose the two dew claws are most likely what remain of her former thumb and pinky. For the finishing touch, you give Lala her favorite accessory; and the most unusual one she has. It is a shackle meant for imprisonment, except it is three times too large to hold a human. Her family has a lot of tall people in it, which is why she is pretty tall for a woman even before she transformed. Well; her family explains this with an old tale of their ancestor having a forbidden fling with an imprisoned Giant. That is where the shackle comes from- it's an heirloom. You both really doubt the story is true- no one in her family is nearly large enough to be called a half-giant, but she loves the shackle all the same. Lala wears it around her neck, but it is so huge that when she tilts her head down the shackle covers her mouth and nose, allowing her to hide behind it. The shackle never needs to be opened- it fits over her head easily. There is only a single chain link dangling at the front of it. An odd thing to ever wear for sure- but it is a great conversation starter, and it gives her comfort, so it seems appropriate now. Maybe you should hang a cow bell from the front link? Hah, nah. You are trying to make her feel more human again, that would do the opposite. Well there. All taken care of for the time being. With a pat on her head you two go about having as normal of a day as possible. The ranch is so far out from Andeva proper that no one is going to see her even if she is out in the field all day. Lala disappears for a bit and you end up finding her climbed up into the apple tree, laying down in its branches slowly eating an apple held between her two hooves. The shade of the tree is cool, but she can still feel the light on her skin filtering down from between the leaves gently fluttering in the brief breeze. Cows gather at its base as well to laze in the shade. It is not too hot out, but if you stand directly in the sun you'll still cook out here in the middle of summer. That sweater she is wearing is far too warm for this weather but it is the only thing that would fit her properly, and luckily in the shade her tits stretch the fabric far enough off her that it isn't too bad. You wonder what the cows think of her now that she is half cow herself, but they don't seem to notice- they haven't reacted at all. Lala is probably still too human for it to register with them. You notice bumps on the front of her sweater... are her nipples erect? In this heat? She doesn't look aroused.... eh, you shrug it off for the time being. You hear her lowing outside as you are starting to prepare the food to cook for dinner later, and it takes you almost three full minutes to realize she is deliberately being loud. She isn't a cow, she isn't mooing just for the sake of it- she is trying to get your attention! You glance out the kitchen window but she is not in the apple tree across the field. You go to the front door and out onto the patio and spot her trying to make her way back to the house, but having a tremendous problem with it. She is... waddling almost seems too generous a word for it. She can barely move at all, and it's obvious why. Her top is stretched absurdly gigantic by all four breasts- now yanking the top so far out that you can fully see the top and bottoms of her top and bottom set of breasts- it only covers the middles of both sets. Her nipples have grown massively- now the length of a middle finger and the girth of a silver dollar, you can see their bulge plainly on the sweater, bent sideways around the curve of her breasts from a complete lack of room! The entire front of her top is soaking wet- without a doubt from milk. Even more distressingly though is the monstrously huge wrecking ball of an udder below her. It is so massive and heavy that it does not even really swing when she moves, it just jostles a bit, anchored by its own weight. With her legs spread as wide as they can go, her inner thighs are still pressed into the side cleft between udder segments, and the bottom of the udders is lower than her knees- not even including the gigantically fat, bloated teats lower than that! Each teat was the size of a beer can and dribbling milk constantly! Even the veins on the surface of the udders were tremendously thick, and created a dense maze toward the top of the udders in the looser connective flesh. You grab one fat teat in your hand, steady yourself on the chair with the other and press your face into a firm tit with the other. Her breasts are like a balloon full of water- their surface pulled tight and smooth and so rubbery and elastic from being at max pressure. You can tell it isn't a pleasant feeling for her by her expression. It is probably like an overfull bladder... just, on her instead of IN her. And also there is eight of them. It is insane that she let this happen without coming to you sooner, but in all likelihood Lala fell asleep in the apple tree. This happened while she was sleeping, and she only woke up because of the discomfort of being beyond capacity. When you take the huge nipple in your mouth it already starts to jet as soon as you close your lips on it, before you even suck! Milk forms around your lips and runs down the bottom of the breast as well- the areola itself is also leaking steady beads of milk and there is no way in hell you are getting her entire areola in your mouth. It definitely isn't like cow milk. Even straight from the tap it is only as thick as a coffee cream, and has a slight sweetness to it- in spite of her cow traits, she is still producing mostly human milk. The teat on her udder that you grab; you do not even need to tug on- it's only that thick because of the milk it's storing, so as soon as you compress it in any way, the milk explodes out. Her nipples blast several thin streams in random directions into your mouth, but her teats erupt a single massive jet like a garden hose. Lala moans loudly for as long as you grip the teat, and moans softly for the sucking on her nipple- between the two she is unable to catch her breath and pants breathless and rapidly. She looks almost dazed- the pleasure is probably overloading her brain entirely. Her nipples and teats are sensitive and like being touched normally- now they are being touched and tugged on the outside, but also have a solid high-pressure stream of liquid tickling the inside as it erupts outward, on top of the relief of the pressure on top of all that. Lala squirms in her seat from the pleasure, and you quickly switch between which nipple and which teat you are working. Above all else you need to get rid of the overpressure, so there is no point trying to empty any single one of them. All four segments of the udder and all four breasts have their own supply, so you need to tend to all eight to balance her out. The milk dribbles down your face, neck, and drips off your chest- you cannot help it, if it leaks from the areola you have no way to contain it all in your mouth. When you first start milking her udders, pulling on literally any teat will also cause the others to express as well, just at a third of the force, because the udders are so full that any pressure or movement at all causes it to come out. You decide the best way to immediately get the pressure off is a less direct approach. You clap your hand over the divot in the middle of the udders making a very loud clap and causing her to cry in surprise, and then you shove inward. It tugs on all four segments, all four teats stand up and start to spray at the same time! You can feel her heart beat clearly in the soft flesh of the udder. It is so massive you bet the only way you'd be able to cover the entire udder is if you curled your entire body around it. If the chair she sat on didn't have metal legs it would have exploded the moment she sat down from the weight. Even these metal legs groaned when she sat, grinding hard against the tile under them. You reposition yourself in front of her and she blinks in confusion a moment, catching her breath a little bit- her chest still heaving. You take a huge nipple in either hand, pull them together, and then bring your head down and suck both into your mouth at the same time! Because your leaned over, you place your hands on the top of her mega udder to balance yourself and deliberately bounce yourself up and down on it, causing the udder to slosh a bit and milk to spray out all four teats every time to you push down before letting it spring itself back up, fighting your weight with its tension. Your own stomach starts to ache a bit from the sheer amount of fluid you are drinking from her, but its addicting. The hot, sweet fluid tastes good, and her tits feel so good to play with in your mouth, and her boobs so soft and supple to press into your hands and face. Her moans of pleasure, her heavy breathing, the thrum of her heart beating in the fat veins. You'd rupture your stomach and take a trip to the ER to live in this moment a bit longer. So well beyond filling yourself normally you continue to drink. The jug you brought out filled to capacity from only a single udder segment, the floor took the rest and she flooded the kitchen, but you were more concerned with saving her from her out of control body, and now more concerned with reveling in the moment. The milk spilling from the top tits that you could not contain dribbled down their round undersides and pooled in the cleavage of the bottom breasts. Once the liquid pooling there became heavy enough it trickled down through the cleavage, filled her belly button, then cascaded down the cleft of her udder and onto the floor. "Mm... mmmmuh~ Oh... ouhn... Moo! M-m-mo-huuuoooo~!" She started to sound a bit frantic and distressed. You let her teats flop out of your mouth a moment to look at her, and she looked surprised as well as lusty. She moaned loudly, and her pitch immediately spiked! She thrust her udder forward and arched her back painfully far over the back of the chair and all four nipples and all four teats absolutely erupted in milk! Her breasts and udders started to pulse; clenching and... shrinking! She is returning to her default cow half again... except that means she no longer has the same capacity to store milk! Her shrinking is forcing all the milk out from lack of room! Each nipple sprayed in eight different directions at once like a sprinkler, while you could side-step to avoid the four streams her udder sent onto the floor. There was so much liquid coming out of her at once it actually sounded like someone with a garden hose on full blast spraying the floor. She convulsed in her seat, having an orgasm just sitting there, and moaned continuously so long you were worried she would black out from lack of oxygen. After a full minute of non-stop streams of milk, her menagerie of mammaries finally emptied and returned to their default size- big lower breasts, bigger upper breasts, and a... relatively small udder. You nodded to her, panting desperately to get her breath back as if she just ran a marathon like it was a sprint. "I'll get the mop." Both of your clothes were absolutely soaked, and there is an inch of milk across the entire kitchen. You actually felt a bit woozy after that, and ended up skipping dinner entirely that night because you were still so full from the milk. You were really absent minded the rest of the day and feeling stiff. You really can't drink that much milk at once- her output was insane. As usual, you both got into the bed together after the sun goes down. Neither of you stay up late because the cows will need milking early morning as soon as the sun comes up. You suppose it would probably be a good idea to get Lala in on a regular milking schedule too, but neither of you know how quickly she fills up yet to know how often she needs to be milked. That serum isn't going to wear off any time soon most likely, so you'd better get used to this; this is life for the next while. You look over at her before closing your eyes and she surprises you with a kiss- she was already looking your way. Because of how her nose changed shape- the end of her nose is perfectly level with her upper lip, so she cannot kiss you without also booping you with her nose. You kiss her back and both of you go to sleep. It is your turn to milk the cows, so when Lala doesn't want to get up with the alarm you just leave her be. You do lift the blanket to get a look at her breasts to see if she is increasing in size again, but they look alright. A shade larger, and the udder looks like it might be getting full but neither have actually grown yet. You grab a coffee and head out to milk the cows. You are still really absentminded today and find yourself zoning out while milking, which you suppose isn't that bad- helps it go by faster. You keep remembering milking Lala the night before. Her udder was just as big as these full sized cows, except attached to a human torso, and accompanied with four giant breasts. Lala has the cows beat from every angle. After milking the cows you don't feel too worn out. Usually your hands are cramping up pretty bad by the time you are done. So rather than go in for another coffee you decide to try and clean up some of the mess Lala made at the back when she transformed. She is lucky she did not get pinned under some of the equipment she knocked over- Lala must have been flailing around quite a bit in confusion to make that big of a mess. It is an easier mess to clean up than you would have thought. Some of the crates fell over and you figured you would need the forklift to get those back up in place, but you actually try with your hands beyond your own logic and DO it! You manage to pick up one side and shoving it against another crate for balance, get your hands to the middle so you can balance it better and actually manage to lift it up. Damn... you are a lot stronger than you remember. Guess ranch life is finally beefing you up, haha. You glance at the clock above the main barn doors and then back at the house with a furrowed brow, wondering why the lights were still not on. Was Lala actually still sleeping? It is past noon already! You return to the bedroom and sure enough she is still sleeping. "Lala, c'mon get up. It is late in the day. We have enough to figure out about how to do things now without you messing up your sleep too." "Mmmm..." "Lala." You pull the blankets back to reveal her upper body but she just groans and scrunches up before rolling onto her back to look at you. "Mmm... mooouuu... ooo... oo? M-muh!" She moaned and lolled her head back a moment with an odd look on her face. Her aqua eyes had a vacant look to them rather than their usual brightness, and her mouth just lolled open a moment before several cracks sounded out from the bones in her skull! Her laziness is bringing out more cow! The human aspect of her mind is shutting off for the blissful ignorance of a bovine! Her face started to push out, slowly growing a muzzle! Her neck throbbed, then grew a tiny bit longer, then pulsed thicker, then longer again and kept alternating! Her entire skull was increasing in size, making her head disproportionately large to the rest of her body! The skin of her neck grew even faster than the neck itself, starting to pool into thick folds as she developed soft dewlaps! "Uhhhnnngh... MUH. Mooouuu~ooh OUUUUUU!" The pitch of her voice dropped quickly to a thunderous low she wouldn't even be capable of normally. Her head continued to crack and snap, deforming worse and worse, looking more like a cow and less like Lala. Her skull was becoming a rounded triangle in profile, but rectangular head-on. As it grew and the skin stretched, her beautiful long hair started to fall out, taking still more humanity from her. You quickly hustled to the side of the bed and got on over her. You take her shoulders a moment and shake her, as if to try and wake her from a dream. "Lala, snap out of it. You are Lala, my wife." "Muh?" You glance at her and in the moment you feel oddly aroused. You grab her top left breast and dig your fingers into the rubbery flesh. You grab a handful of her soft dewlaps with your right hand, kneading it a moment before pulling her head up by it and kissing her. Your large tongue nearly as big as her fully bovine tongue- invading her mouth and entwining around hers. She moaned and her expression scrunched up a bit. When she opened her eyes again they were crystal clear again, and quickly the sound of shifting bone was heard again as the changes reversed after only manifesting moments before! You kissed her deeper and deeper as her skull shrank and her face compressed, as if you could shove her head back into the correct shape with your lips. You pull off when the transformation as settled and let her catch her breath. She sits up with a bit of a dazed expression and then flinches a moment and bows forward as thousands of little hairs poke out of her scalp! Her hair all fell out when her head went full cow- luckily it seems like it is going to grow back rapidly to replace itself now that she is human again. It actually looks pretty cute as a short bob, then it touches her shoulders and rolls on past to her upper back before it starts to lash out in random directions- long enough that its huge loose curls return. But then it kept growing, and in spite of the curling and waves it surpassed her lower back... and then touched the bed, then started to pool on the bed, fan out, and spill off the sides of the bed! As if trying to make up for having fallen out in the first place, her hair was now so long that it touches the ground even when she is fully standing, and curls at the end into loops so large a child could crawl through them! You aren't quite sure, but it sort of feels like you two came out on top on this one. But you also know now to make sure her mind doesn't start to wander, or her head will go with it. You discover yet another possible change at breakfast. She seems very hungry, which is understandable- but she eats more than you thought she would be able to in one sitting, and then her ribs pop in rapid fire and her chest starts to grow larger, putting more space between all her breasts! She started to rise higher in her seat as her spine got longer and her entire torso more barrel like, becoming bovine in shape, but pausing before it actually grew in mass. She looked very awkward sitting there like that, because changing her torso shape prevented her from bending her body normally- it basically forced correct posture on her. Luckily the cure for that change was simply cutting Lala off from any more food, and as the excess she already ate digested, her body returned to its normal shape. The rest of the day went by relatively uneventful, till late in the evening. Lala motioned to her breasts once you both finished eating, then to emphasize she put a hoof on either side of a nipple and very easily squeezed out a drop of milk. Ah, she is full again. Normal full- not grow to titan sized full. You brought in actual milk pails this time, so rather than be on the firm chairs of the kitchen, you brought her back to the bedroom and sat her on the edge to be milked in comfort. Even flopped over the edge of the bed, you still need to bend her teats down a bit to make sure the stream gets into the pail without splashing. You pet the udder before sliding your fingers to the base of the teat and tugging forward to release more milk. Rubbing the udders is good to calm the cow, and make expressing easier, but in this case Lala needed no calming; you were just doing it because it felt so good to touch such exquisitely soft flesh and you knew Lala loved it too. She liked having her nipples and teats pulled on even when she was totally human, so now that they are so large you can do more with them without worrying about hurting them, like nibbling on them or twisting them around. She loves having her tits kneaded. Once her udders were empty you turned to look up at her breasts, but she was bent over watching you work her udder so when you looked up you got a face full of tits! Your face was planted in the canyon between all four breasts, surrounded on all sides. Rather than just pull back you shake your head, causing the breasts to bounce off and plap against your head over and over and Lala giggles, takes the back of your head gently and rubs her breasts up and down, leaving damp trails on your shoulders and chest of your shirt. You lick her chest in the crevice between- it is salty- her breasts are well insulated so the crevice between is the first place she starts sweating if she gets too warm. It does not even occur to you at the time that licking her like that is a bit odd. Lala thought it was odd, but did not mind at all. Instead of getting a third pail to start milking her breasts into, you just thoughtlessly latched onto one of her large nipples. She again cradled the back of your head and started to lay back, guiding you to get onto the bed on top of her, and so you do. The bed dips really low- the springs groan with your weight. That is odd, she hasn't grown any, the bed should have no trouble holding you two up like it always has. You suck onto the nipple so hard that when you pull back the boob stretches out to follow your mouth before it finally pops free and wobbles back into place, squished against her chest under its own weight and you go back down onto it for more. Even though it sticks out as if erect, her nipple is very soft and fun to flick around in your mouth using your tongue. It is also sexy as hell, drinking such hot, sweet fluid from your wife's abundance. So much supple breast flesh and all offered to you alone. Looking at them really close you notice that even the lower breasts have freckles across the top- though usually overshadowed by the top breasts, and impossible to see on the lower right breast since the entire boob is brown. That means she developed freckles in a place she didn't have them before, so her breasts would match. You look at the freckles when you suck on her breasts, trying to connect the dots in your head to spot constellations on her flesh. She softly moos and lets out satisfied sighs. You see her legs squirm a bit and her tail thrashing around to her side- she is aroused by this too. The head of your penis is pinned under the waist of your pants- any longer and it would pry itself free of your pants on its own. Your balls feel unusually heavy- they are doing pull-ups in your scrotum in slow motion. Clenching and lifting slowly, then release suddenly and flop back down- but when they plop back into a full rest you can feel the entire scrotum tug away from you from their weight! After drinking from three of her breasts you start to feel full but not in your stomach! Your balls feel unusually heavy and full, you had sex with her just the other day but it feels more like you've gone a month without- like an ocean of cum is ready to erupt if someone so much as blows on your shaft! By the forth breast you are humping the air over her occasionally without even meaning to. You barely notice yourself. Your body feels like it is glowing hot from the pent up arousal and your thoughts are a rush of pink, moist flesh. Lala takes notice though. Once you had her last breast to at least half empty, she gently pushes you off and starts to squirm around to get onto all fours under you! You sit up and she quickly makes a beeline to your lap and unzips your pants with her teeth! She lets out a surprised moo, and then licked her lips and let out a sultry moo at the sight. You are so focused on her you do not even think to look at what she is so impressed with. Each testicle the size of a softball, and the scrotum grown longer to accommodate without becoming tight- though a bit of excess flesh also pooled at the base of your cock. She uses her long cow tongue to coil around your shaft and lick it from head to base several times before taking it into her mouth! Lala's moist pink nose booped your crotch as she swallowed your entire cock and her nostrils flared for a second as she took a deep breath of your musk. Her tongue lashed out every time she got to the base of your cock, cupping your balls from below before slithering back into her mouth. She hums a few times and pulls back further than she should be able to without taking your cock out of her mouth! It looks like her mouth is stretching your cock longer! It's getting longer but also more thin- the glans starting to lose their shape, like she was licking away a lollipop. You must be amazingly aroused to think such things were possible, but you were also in too much of a horny daze to question it. It only took her a minute to bring you to climax, and you thrust into her mouth and accidentally bumped her throat! You realize in the moment of orgasm that your dick is only partially in her mouth- it's so long that half of it is in her throat! You are also erupting so much thick cum that you can feel the flow through you, and there does not even seem to be a pause! Lala is forced to swallow many times over, and half of it goes down her throat without her even thinking about it. You cum for what seems like an impossible 2 minutes straight before stopping. She pulls off and you are both panting to catch your breath for a bit. That was the biggest, longest orgasm you have ever had. You both look to your crotch after the moments of rest and see your cock is in fact a bit bigger, but its shape has not changed- it must have been an illusion of your lust. You also notice that it isn't even beginning to get soft. You came very easily, but your dick also does not seem to be ready to throw in the towel. She smiles and scrunches herself up into her gargoyle pose before slamming into you! She pounced on top of you, knocking you flat on your back! "H-hey, watch those h-hooves..." You furrow your brow and try to clear your throat- your voice is unusually deep. She climbs over you, then stands up on the bed, giving you a prime view of all her many soft bits. She then turns around with a hoof over either of your shoulders on the bed, and immediately sits down! She plops her soft, wet meat right over your mouth and fills your nose with her scent. You cannot see what she is doing past her rump in your face, but you feel her udders roll forward and squish against your chest. Then the nipples and then lower breasts press into your lower stomach. Her massive top breasts squished against your crotch and completely filled the space up to the base of your shaft before her lips once again took your cock into her hot, inviting mouth. You hear a few muffled pops from her hips and they shift slightly. Her pussy seems to open entirely on its own as if it were yawning before the muscle ribs in the vaginal lining expanded, swelling the passage tight again! Her clit throbbed larger, but was swallowed deeper into the folds as her labia also became meatier... her vulva grew into a leaf-shaped bovine one. Now almost large enough to swallow your entire face, you dig your tongue between the moist lips and surprise yourself with how far it can go, penetrating her on it, making her squirm. You can feel her tail whipping around in the air over your head, because the hair on the tassel is so long that it's dragging on the bed still. When your balls clench and roll back to your crotch, they bop against the top of her nose. Lala is devouring your shaft like it was delicious candy- you can hear the single chain link on the shackle around her neck jingling from the rigorous movement. You pause your licking and grin a moment as her butt trembles with muscle spasms as you bring her an orgasm of her own, and her hot salty juice drips onto your chin and neck before you resume eating. Does this count as beef tender loins? Still tender from the last orgasm, it isn't that hard to work her toward a second. The end of your tongue swirls around her passage and you bent the base to crush the passage up toward her clit, making her start to tremble again. You reach up around her legs and yank on two of her teats, pulling her hip down on your face harder, and started to sit up a bit- lifting her entire back half up by your face! She hummed some distressed moos around your cock in surprise! Lifting her back half forced her to go down harder on your cock- she was not ready for it so when you came blasting cum into her mouth, her cheeks immediately puffed up like a balloon and cum erupted out her nostrils before she realized to swallow! You were so tired after that, you two just rolled apart and fell asleep- which means you were sleeping on the bed upside down, with your feet at the pillows. When you wake up you see Lala slap the alarm clock to shut it up since your arms aren't close enough to the table. As usual she does not actually open her eyes for a good minute or two after the alarm went off so it's sometimes hard to tell if she actually woke up. The blankets only cover one of her legs, so most of her body is on full display- her pale peach skin practically glows in the morning light filtering through the thin white curtains over the window. She is turned toward your side of the bed, only half on her side but it is enough to cause her left breasts to sit on top of her right ones. Her udder looks larger, but not full. You wonder if there is some other condition that could cause her mammaries to grow besides milk? The size difference isn't that big, so it doesn't seem that concerning at the moment, and you are honestly more mesmerized watching the tranquil cowgirl. The hair on her head and tail fan out across almost the entire top part of the bed. Her hair was already wild after a night's sleep because of how long it was- now it is five times as long and able to form a mat across the entire bed. When you sit up, you brush some hairs out of her face, off her moist neon pink nose. Lala smiles and hums- still not opening her eyes yet. As you shift over to the side of the bed, the springs groan and grind together and sitting on the edge of the bed to stand up causes her side of the bed to lift up almost far enough to roll her into you. Damn, bed springs suddenly go out? The bed is kind of old at this point, probably need to replace it, because it had no trouble holding you two up before. You try to get dressed but your damn outfit feels tiny? What the heck, the clothes must have shrank in the laundry or something. You are about to complain to Lala but then try to recall who did the laundry last, and cannot. You don't want to bring it up accusingly only to remember you are the one who did it. You just leave the outfit out on the floor and instead pull out your own most oversized clothes and pull them on. They seemed to fit fine. How many of your outfits have been shrunk? You grab your morning coffee and start to wander to the barn to milk the cows. It is halfway over to the barn you pause and try to remember if you had a shower this morning, you smell a bit musky. After doing it every day for so long, that would be a really weird thing to just randomly forget entirely. You cannot remember if you showered, but you are already by the barn, so might as well just forget it for now. When milking the cows you are incredibly absent minded, and have a persistent boner. Damn Lala; now every time you milk a cow you keep thinking of Lala's massive endowments and milking her. You snap out of it a few times randomly, catching yourself petting or downright fondling the cow udders as you try to do your job. The cow's certainly have no complaints. The stool sort of hurts your butt after a while and makes your legs tingle from lack of blood flow. The stool feels harder than usual? Or like you were heavier. When you finally stand fully up after the last cow is milked, you stagger back a bit and look at how unusually your shoes fit your hooves. Why do you even bother wearing shoes if you have hooves anyway? Wait. Yea! Fuck these silly things. You kick the shoes off your cloven hooves rather easily- your socks have holes wearing in them too because the edges of your hoof segments are cutting through the fabric, so you just get rid of those too. It feels so much better to walk around on your bare hooves anyway. Like the other day, you do not return to the house after milking- you still have plenty of energy. A ton of energy, actually. You probably did not need that coffee this morning. There is no mess to clean today, so instead you just grab up some equipment and use them as weights, till you work your way up to deadlifting the storage crates at the back- which normally require a forklift to move. Your muscles feel so... tight and so... big! It feels great. You can almost feel your heart beat through your entire body from your veins swelling up fat all over. After a while you are sweating quite a bit, but do not care. You like the smell of your own musk, and some of the cows are watching you now; so you think they like your smell too. Your muscles swell taught, pushing against the firmer seams of your clothing. You hear a rip form suddenly as you become a bit too big, causing you to pause in surprise. Damn, you did not think weight lifting for one morning would make THAT much of a difference. But in your pause you see Lala grinning up at you and you slowly put the crate down and glance at the clock. Oh- that is why she came out to see you- it isn't morning. You have been at this for over half the day already, zoned out- it is late afternoon! "Moouuuuu? Mumoo, noo muh." She fluttered her eyelashes at you, her tail flicking from side to side in an exaggerated arch. You smirk at her asking you to flex for her. You lift both your arms and do an exaggerated flex for your little cow but both your shirt and your muscles themselves make a stretching sound! Your muscles bulge almost obscenely, and you can feel a ripple down your body as you stand up straighter and your abs tighten and bulge out, pronouncing fat veins concentrated toward the base of your cock. Your tail twitches from the odd feelings and you groan in an increasingly deeper voice as your shirt tears in several places. The tears quickly widen, and again, and finally your shirt bursts right off! You have a dark mat of unusually soft black hair on your chest and forearms now... wait, hair... or fur? Muscles aren't supposed to be able to grow so fast! Your heart skips a bit and your thoughts spin a moment, making you dizzy and several things occur to you that are extremely unusual, but you had completely overlooked. You just had a massive growth spurt, that is definitely not normal. Your pant legs are stretched taught around your muscular thighs and barely fit too. Your dick is pinned under the waist of your pants and it's still completely soft! Your underwear are completely filled with just your balls and nothing else! Also- how the hell did you know what Lala asked you to do?! She can only moo! W-well... you have been together for so long you can just tell what she wants sometimes... that is normal, right? You could also have just imagined it- there is only so many things she could have been asking with that look in her eyes anyway. "Wouu-ait! Something no right... me not so... I am... too big?" You were about to say too muscular, and only just now realize that you are looking DOWN at Lala. She is supposed to be taller than you are. The top of her head is now only level with the BOTTOM of your chest! No wonder your damn clothes don't fit! "Moulk- mm- milk! Your milk! The empowered bovine hormmmones must be transmittable through your milk! Damnit Lala, you turn, your... you are turn me...? Ugh. You gave me some of your cow!" Lala giggled giddily, clearly not at all disappointed with this revelation, but you just grunt at her, blowing her hair back a moment with a gust of hot air from your enlarged nostrils. Of course this lewd little Holstein doesn't mind- your now built like a stone fortress, giant, and your nuts alone are as big as her tits used to be before she transformed. This however means your body is now unstable... and you feel absentminded... and thoughts are become... slow. Her milk can't transmit the hormone in a concentration remotely close to her own dose, but you did drink an awful lot of it. Hopefully the changes stop here... and revert faster than hers. You need to look after her as well as yourself- if you turn too far then no one can be looked after! You want to look after your herd but she isn't making this eas- er... wife you mean, not herd. You lead her back to the house- you need to start on dinner now. When you go to enter the house you end up cracking your head on the roof over the patio- never mind the front door, you can't even walk on the patio without ducking! Your muscles feel... anxious? You want to flex them, stretch, but... you don't want to unintentionally encourage any changes. You start cooking the meat and move to making a nice salad to go with it, while Lala stares at you from her seat at the table- she is mesmerized by your new form and hasn't left your presence. You end up popping a leaf of lettuce into your mouth or a cherry tomato every so often as you prepare the salad... causing it to take much longer than it should. The level of salad in the actual bowl doesn't change because you keep eating it! Your leaf shaped ears flick up and Lala's tuck back from the harsh sound of the fire alarm! You look to the stove to see smoke billowing up from the burnt meat! You spaced out and took so long on the salad you completely forgot about the meat. Well, no meat tonight now, Lala, hope your happy. By the time you finish fanning the smoke off the fire alarm and look back- she skittered across the kitchen and ate what little salad actually made it to the bowl before you could eat it all. Hrrmm. But you are still hungry. But so hard to think straight... you really don't want to try and cook again tonight. Guess you will just go a bit hungry. You watch television for the rest of the evening, though you are spaced out most of the time. Occasionally there is a scene with enough action to snap you out of it, and then you confuse yourself trying to remember what lead up to that scene only to realize you must not have been paying attention in the first place, and then your thoughts wander while trying to remember and you zone out again. The couch is also uncomfortable. The cushion you are sitting on basically folded in half under your weight- you could faintly feel the springs through it because your body is shoving down against it so hard. Lala snuggles up close to you, that makes things a lot more comfortable. She nudged your arm aside to squirm her way under it, and softly traces the contours of your abs and crotch with her hooves. Your eyes immediately look down to her on you when you feel her fat nipples flick out from between your bodies. She leaned back a bit to yawn, which angled her tits enough that her nipples escaped, and flicked little beads of white across your abs and onto the arm of the couch. Oh that is right- she needed to be milked by this time the other day. She is probably getting full again. You gently put a hand on either side of her chest and she looks confused a moment and then immediately giggles as you lift her off the couch like she was a doll, sit her own on your abs while licking your lips- your eyes locked to the dark red-brown nipples, fat with hot thick milk. She drags her pussy on your abs, smushing her udder against your lower chest and thrusts her lower nipple into your mouth. You greedily start sucking her sweet milk, letting it coat your mouth before swallowing. Her taste so good, sweet... taste like Lala. Oh! Your eyes widen and you pause a moment realizing you are drinking more of the hormone as well! Oh no, but... you're so hungry too, and Lala... so pretty... soft. A little more won't hurt. It only did this because you drank so much. A little bit is nothing. Just a little bit more, to fill up. Just a little more. Just a... more. You start sucking so ravenously that some milk dribbles down your chin. When the flow slows you immediately switch to the next nipple. Your muscles feel so warm... so... tight, no, that isn't normal... they are pulsing! They swell tight and expand with a faint stretching sound, then relax, then do it again! This time the growth is almost entirely muscles in your upper back. Something else too? It is hard to hold her sides, your arms feel a bit tingly. You are surprised by a sudden pop and your hands are forced further forward, past her body. They don't quite want to bend correctly? Your fingers feel stiff, your hands unusually long? Oh no, your hands might be turning to hooves! You need to stop drinking, but you hum a muffled moan against her tit flesh as Lala manages to catch the zipper of your pants on the crook between her two hoof segments and unzip your fly. The pressure your huge nuts put on your pants caused them to billow out and pop free almost entirely on their own! Your dick already looked hard, but it felt like you were still getting an erection! You could feel the blood rushing into it, the pressure and tension rising still! Your dick throbbed a bit fatter, but mostly; it stretched slowly longer! She used the flesh between her four hoof sections on both limbs to rub the base of your cock, watching it past the right side of her right tits while you drank. You were experiencing too much pleasure to muster the strength to push her off, and she was shoving her tits into your face to drink so you could not take your mouth off. You either drank the milk or choked on the milk. You groan and push up through her two-hoof grip and watch as your cock stretches beyond the foreskin! When you push up her grip holds the foreskin back, so you grow longer beyond it, making it look a bit out of proportion. You notice the hair around the base is advancing up... no, too dark, too soft looking, it's fur! It starts to creep up your shaft like a growing shadow. Your balls are each the size of an oblong cantaloupe but your scrotum is still disproportionately large compared to them! You have almost a half foot of empty scrotum before your balls- so once they start jostling around they end up rolling right over the edge of the couch. You still see their tops over the edge as they clench and rise up. Just a bit more muh... milk. Make cock grow! So big, so good! If you drink up your cock will become huge and then you can stop. If you have to be a part bull mutant you might as well be enough bull to experience the advantages, right? The shaft only grows beyond the foreskin now, and the skin on the base pulls tighter to your body, and then starts to fuse up! The fur spreads right to the top as your foreskin finishes its transformation into a sheath! Lala moans and you notice she is panting even though she is mostly the one giving you pleasure, but you see why soon enough when you need to try to pull your head back as far as you can! You have to shove your head back against the couch hard, to avoid her breast flesh from blocking your breathing! Her breasts and udders are growing, the tit flesh expanding around your face as you drink from her! Her udders are pressing into your side below so while you cannot directly see them in this position, you can FEEL them grow. Your cock rises higher and higher, but as it stretches the glans are pulled tighter and lose more and more definition against the shaft, turning it into a tapered pillar! Drips of pre followed a strand already connecting your cock to your stomach, and pooled between your rock hard abs! The veins in your cock throbbed massively, feeding more blood in to the engorging monster. It was so long Lala could reach it with her mouth if you left her breasts without needing to change positions, but still it grew. It became so long she could suck on it even leaned over to you, without needing to bend over- just bend the shaft, and so she did. Since the shaft is tapered she can easily take it into even her throat, and swallow a seemingly impossible length of neon pink meat. Your balls started to clench hard enough that they actually bounced over the edge of the couch to touch your crotch, and then fully roll back off the side. You feel her mouth tremble oddly around your shaft and her sucking pauses for only a moment. You look at Lala over the top curvature of her fat tits and see her face has pushed out- she has a demi-muzzle! Your worry about your devolving hands flashes back into your conscious thoughts. You need to stop. Enough, dick is the full size of a bull. Need to keep hands. You push Lala away, sliding her reluctantly off your dick- she looks quite disappointed. She was counting on a dose of protein from your nuts to make up for the no meat at dinner. You take several tries to be able to stand up out from under her. "Touuu much bull. N-need uuuugh~!" The muscles in your upper back swell even larger, making your back pop and forcing you to hunch forward from the weight. Your hands are almost entirely hooves and your shoulder blades have already shifting. "Hard tooouuuu stand. Lala... me need humun more. No change, milk good... bull no... bull... mmm." You woke up slowly the next day, you could hear the alarm going faintly in the bedroom, but a glance at the clock tells you it has been ringing for a long time now. It is already noon. You cannot see Lala but you know she is not far away- you can hear her hooves clicking on the kitchen floor, and the chain link on her shackle-collar clinking as the moves. You try to stand up at first, but then remember your body can't do that anymore. Your flaccid penis looks like a long cone made of soft fat skin rolls- because your torso did not change, your sheath is not long enough to contain it all, so half of it is still outside all scrunched up and jiggly with softness. When you stand up your balls actually lightly brush the floor under you because the scrotum is so long! Brain so slow... I need... we need to... something? Problem... something was a problem... something very important I needed to do... ugh. Thinking hard. You stare at your fore hoof for almost fifteen minutes, the neurons in your brain sending delayed signals to try and put together a train of thought. Transformed. Changed, because of Lala, she made boobs bigger. Cow... stuff, not for human. What... how much? You furrow your brow trying to remember what your hand is supposed to look like. This is not it. Your hand changed- you remember that, it happened last night. But what did it look like before that?! What did your feet used to look like, in order for those shoes you kicked away to be able to actually fit? Muscle grew- so smaller? Change to hoofs... tail? Did have tail? Clothes not work, uhm... did smaller? You end up unintentionally looping back to thoughts you already had because you lost track of them. You know you changed but have no idea how severe the changes are because you cannot for the life of you remember what you are supposed to look like! Lala is also transformed- you know that- so that means you have no normal humans to use as an example. You have forgotten what humans look like! You move in a lumbering motion. You carry your body easily because of your strength but you can also tell you are extremely heavy. Each step rattles the furniture around you. You try to go through the doorway into the far side of the kitchen from the living room but take the corner too sharply and your small horn catches on the doorframe. This frustrates you, so rather than simply step back and go around you ram your head into the frame harder, and start to splinter the wood! Your horns quickly grow longer and larger, starting to bend forward for you to use as weapons and gouge into the wall! Your forehead starts to extend a bit and flatten and finally the doorframe shatters and you stagger forward a bit. Rather than be concerned you just smashed a hole through the edge of the wall, you feel proud for teaching the frame a lesson about getting in a bull's way. Lala immediately looks at you and smiles. She has made an absolute mess of the kitchen trying to get food out without hands, and was eating some of what she managed to actually get up onto the table. Her hips are semi-transformed so she can stand on two legs but cannot walk on two legs. Her udder is once again at its mega size, but isn't leaking, so it seems to have grown without hitting capacity- also her breasts have not changed size with it. Her neck is unusually long and her face has a mini muzzle, and her genitals remained fully cow thanks to last night. Having her husband be more bull may be influencing her cow traits- generally only cows have bulls for mates after all. If that is true, you'd both keep progressing each other's transformation and make maintaining humanity impossible till the serum just runs completely out. Lala has her fore hooves up on the counter to balance herself. Her sharper hip bones would make sitting in the wooden kitchen chairs painful. Her extremely long hair is really disheveled now since it hasn't been combed today. Her bright aquamarine eyes shimmer as she looks at you and licks her neon pink lips for a different reason than her food. "Lala, nu-nouuu-need to control . Can't... mmmilk. Moom-muh-milk but no... uhm... drink! No drunk." It is hard to talk. It is hard to remember all your human words, but also whenever you make certain sounds your throat and mouth muscles just sort of relax and force them to trail into a lowing sound. So even when you remember the word, you can't always say it correctly. "Moo." She was looking at your floppy cock as she dropped to all fours and started to trot over- her hooves clicking on the floor like high heeled shoes. "Listen?" "Moo." "Lala..." "Mmmmm-Mmmuuuu~" There was a slight tremble in her voice that made your cock twitch and start to slide forward. Her voice is slightly lower now too, again. She immediately put her head under you and nuzzled your sheath to coax more shaft out and you side-stepped away. "Lala." You tried to sound more commanding, but your thunderously deep voice only made her pussy quiver. She turned her rump to you and slapped you gently across the face with her tail, tickling you with the long tassel hairs. She knelt her forelegs to put her butt up toward you. Her neon pink pussy stood out against her paler flesh, and trailed onto her massive udder. So much soft, supple, hot flesh. You feel dizzy, and memories of fucking her return to the front of your mind so vividly you start to thrust your hips a bit into the air. Maybe if you fuck her, she will listen then? A cow should listen to her bull. Her hips give off a hollow pop and jostle abruptly as they enlarge! That is the last straw for you, and you quickly hop up and mount her! You thrust into her so hard she has to scramble and dig her hooves into the cracks between the tiles of the floor to prevent you from scooting her across the kitchen by her pussy! You thrust into her hard, hearing her sigh with every thrust because you are actually knocking air out of her lungs because of how much cock you are stuffing into her! Your balls swing forward with such force that the long scrotum slaps against the back crevice of her behemoth udder, making a loud clapping sound with each hit! Her udder starts to blush a deeper pink where your balls are repeatedly slapping it! The hottest thing about fucking your cow-half wife like this though? You can feel the weight of all her tits swinging through her body! The subtle way her body shifts to try and counter the weight of her mammaries swinging around and stay balanced, the tug on her skin and muscle as the large globes slosh about- you can feel it through her entire body. You can feel them swinging without actually touching any of them. Her desperate, breathless moos telling you that you were hitting all the right places. She starts to squirm around under you and you hear more bones popping! Her rib cage is expanding, and her torso getting longer! She grows into your underside and starts to force you up off the floor! Her entire body is growing in size! Her expanding chest is starting to swallow her breasts- but in return her udder starts to swell with such vigor that it audibly gurgles. A shadow of growing fur spreads across her, becoming white where she was formerly peach, but remaining the same orange-brown the spots already are. Your fur is solid black. You grip her sides with your forelimbs as tightly as you can to keep your balance from your aggressive thrusts. You slam her pussy open through the soft inner folds and feel it all contract and grip your dick as it slides back out to ram in again. She has a cow pussy now... so how big is your cock that she still feels tight? Ooohoo... that thought only causes your thrusts to increase in speed. Your own body starts to get slowly longer, and more barrel shaped- though the massive amount of muscles on your upper limbs and back give you a hump-backed appearance even still. The veins in your neck throb rock hard and your entire neck bulges larger and longer! When the bridge of your nose pops loudly, your heart is hit with worry. Change? N-no can't, I not drink milk, no Lala in... in... oh. It occurs to you- though you no longer possess the words to put it into coherent conscious thought- that you are in fact exposed to Lala's fluids still. Her pussy. If her milk can transmit the hormone, so can her spit, so can her vulva's natural lube. Even kissing her could cause minor changes at this point, now that your overall dosage is high enough. You rock back and forth from her body below you rapidly changing proportion- an absolute cacophony of shifting bones as she rapidly grows toward a full cow! You look down to see her head deforming- her face pushing out and her human hairs starting to fall out again. Your vision turns blue from blood pressure behind your eyes as your own face starts to shove out! You want to push it back in, to keep it in its old shape but you know you cannot. It just pushes further and further out, your head growing and growing while your mind shrinks and shrinks. So hard think. My not bull, is... we... good, milk, cum, me give... want... mmm...moo? More and more of your own muzzle took up your vision. Lala lowed loudly as she orgasmed around your cock. Oooh no, her pussy fluttering around your shaft is rapidly firing you toward orgasm too. Well, no point in thinking about it at this point, really. You are so much bull that there is literally no point in even trying to resist. Resisting won't make you human, it will just make you an incomplete bull. Your eyes are forced to the sides of your head from the expansion of your face. "Muh! M-m-mou-m-me nu bull m-memmm...mmmu-uh! Mau-uuUUOOOOOO!!" You bellow loudly as you hit climax! Your body becoming fully bovine with a powerful orgasmic shudder! Your childhood? A pasture, grass... wait, was that..? Probably. Bull, human, bull, human... what was the difference? You cannot remember. Who were you? Who are you? You cannot think of the words for it... what are words? You cannot remember your own name. You know your smell, and you know Lala's smell. That is how you two identify each other now. Neither of you can remember the human words that are supposed to go with that identity. At least you know what she is talking about when she lows at you now. There are no words to translate it too- bovine do not speak with words. They convey emotion from their bellows, and if you listen hard enough- any species can translate that. ----- You wake up slowly, on the barn floor. Naked, confused... tired. A month has passed- you are roughly 75% human today, but most importantly your brain seems to have woken back up. You remember everything that happened in the last month, of course but... it is hazy. Your instincts were louder than your conscious thoughts, so it was like your body moved entirely on auto pilot, like in a strange dream. You are pretty sure the other cows are either very impressed or emotionally damaged from watching you and Lala fuck in every conceivable position, including many you have no doubt that no bovine has ever contorted itself into before. You were unable to ever stop drinking her milk or having sex, but you slowed over time at least. Between that, and the fact that even her dose is started to thin now is what enabled you to return to a human state. Lala is still 75% cow. You are trying to train her to be more human, to restore her form a bit if you can. You can tell it will still be some time before her actual serum dose burns out and she can actually go human so... maybe you shouldn't even bother? She is a bit human now- feed her some nice human food, give her a bath and let her sleep in the house for a nice break and then just let her go full cow again? Till the serum runs out completely it is an uphill battle with no real end, so you aren't sure it is worth dying on that hill. When she lost her breasts in the full transformation, their mass was transferred to her udder. She still currently isn't enough human to get her breasts back, so her udder is... immense. The only cows who have come close to her current size had serious medical issues, because that size ain't natural. Even with bovine hips the sides of her udder bulge out around the sides of her hind legs, and the teats stick straight out, bent to the sides because the bottom of her udders rests fully on the ground under her while she is fully standing up! The giant's shackle she wears as a collar actually fits her normally with the full neck of a cow- and is the only reason you were able to lead her back into the house when she was still 100%. You just put a rope through the chain link at the front and lead her by it like a leash. You watch her watching television- not enough human brain in her to understand any of the things she is watching, but still bemused by it. You unconsciously lick your lips, looking at the gargantuan udder. How much milk do you think that thing contains? Probably enough to overflow the bathtub. You should... drink some. Oh but... more bull. Well.... the effect is diffused anyway, you won't turn as bad, unless you drink a ton. And your cock would grow again if you drank enough. Mmm, and your balls. You can spank that udder from behind as you plunge into her again. Yea... it will wear off completely eventually, it doesn't really matter if you turn bull again for now. It doesn't matter if Lala is human or cow- she is absolutely gorgeous in whatever form she takes. You have no preference- she is always perfect for you. You kneel down in front of her monstrously huge udder propped up on the couch and start to suck. Lala is surprised- she did not see you coming but then smiles and rests fully back down on the couch while you suckle from her fat, engorged teats. The rush of blood to your penis is immense, because you feel it both getting an erection and starting to grow at the same time. The glans itch with internal blood pressure as they purple from the blood pooling there first. All you can see is a veiny wall of soft, smooth, hot, elastic titty flesh. And all you can think about is how long it's been since she had a period. Lala is pregnant. That udder only gets bigger from here.
(M tf stallion, hippocampus, ichthyocentaur, hippogriff, longma, hippalectryon) Tod had been having a bit of an unlucky streak with women. His last relationship broke off because she had to move away to follow work opportunities and he could not follow, and since then he has yet to find another. Milly was a woman he had been friends with for ages- but not in a romantic capacity, so when he complained to her about not having had sex in so long, he did not expect the conversation to actually go anywhere- he was just venting. "I have a ranch full of brood mares you can fuck, I know you like horse anthros, hehe." That brought back embarrassing memories of him asking her to fix his PC, only to stumble on his 'stash'. Tod rolled his eyes. "Right. Funny." "No seriously- with formstones I can turn you into a horse, negating the taboo." She paused to think a moment, but spoke up again before Tod could. "Reason I bring it up actually is I have been looking into virility potions and such so I can breed better horses to sell for better prices. These mares are being told by their bodies to get preggers, so might as well let them and turn some profit while you are at it, right? But then it hit me- I could use a formstone to create a perfect breeding stud! Formstones are imprinted with the body of a creature allowing you to swap your body for its body while it's activated, right? You can only store one form in a formstone so naturally only the best specimens are chosen to imprint the stone with." "Ok... so you decided that rather than use that on a breeding stud, you'd turn a human into one?" "Well that is the thing- the formstones only work on humans. No one- at least that I know of- has made a formstone attuned to a creature. That is why using it for breeding stock isn't a thing already." 1]Hippogriff Tod turned down her offer almost without thinking about it at all. After she left to return home though, he was still thinking about it. Should he? It sounded so taboo, but the mare's were in heat and wanted it. They were animals, but he could be too. As full as his porn folder was of horses, he never actually considered even being near one in the real world. He also never considered being turned into one either, though. Well, he supposed he already told her no by now and she was probably already home again. Tod attempted to watch television and just shrug the whole thing off, but found his thoughts wandering. He was feeling pretty horny- no doubt from the thoughts Milly seeded in him. He decided to turn on his PC and relieve himself to some of his fictional mares. When he flopped his junk out to masturbate, he noticed his balls looked a bit puffy and bigger than normal. He shrugged it off for now and grabbed his shaft to beat off. He imagined himself as a stud, trying to picture what it would be like to take one of them as another horse. As he masturbated though- he did not notice the skin thickening on his scrotum and excess skin pooling at the base forming a very thick and meaty base to his penis. His balls were filled with a very gentle, warm pleasure as they started to slowly enlarge, feeding him more hormones to drive him further into his fantasy and away from noticing the changes. His penis started to grow longer, and again he did not notice. His neck tickled a bit as new hairs grew in, advancing his hairline down his neck slowly. The veins on his dick started to throb harder, stretching a bit wider and his shaft followed along, engorging further than normally possible. Tod finally noticed something wrong when his fingers started to get forced apart because his dick was outgrowing his hand! "WHAT?! What... wow." He watched it as it changed, a bit dazed. The skin on his genitals was turning a grey-pink now as it continued to transform. His cock seemed to bob a bit with the more powerful throbs- pulling down and then growing back forward. Each downward pull caused the dense skin at the base to transition further toward a proper sheath. His balls were getting heavier and bigger, his scrotum now smooth and turning bruise purple just ahead of the shaft which quickly followed. His dick advanced past his belly button, to his ribs, up his chest, past his collar. The longer and thicker it got the darker the skin turned. A medial ring formed once it passed his collar- needing a halfway point to telescope out from and still be able to pack itself away after. The head started to flatten into a more subdued curve, with a slight cleft down the middle and the area around the urethral opening started to sink in a bit, though the urethra did not. "Damnit! Milly must have had a formstone on her when she was here! She cast the damn thing on me anyway!" He watched his junk get still bigger, and wanted to continue but knew he shouldn't. "I have to get to her ranch, fast." His nuts were the size of softballs now and glossy black. Tod tried to think of unsexy things to get it to go soft so he could stuff it in his pants to go out- but it refused. He put the shaft under his shirt and hoped that was good enough. It was so long the head was sticking out of his collar. Placed in an upright position though- his transformation took advantage and used this time to properly merge the sheath to his underside so his penis could not be oriented in any other way. He could feel an uncomfortable tightness in the rear of his pants as his tailbone started to grow, wedged against the fabric. Veins became visible around his crotch like on a horse's underside as well. Tod grabbed his keys and locked his apartment door as he went to leave and stumbled forward, knocking his forehead against the door by accident. His legs let out loud, wet sounding cracks and pops as they quickly started changing- it sounded painful as hell but luckily did not actually hurt at all. His feet started to get longer, fast. His ankles raised up from out of his shoes and his toes got jammed together in the front, quickly merging together into one gigantic toe! Tod turned and leaned entirely against the door so he could scramble to get his shoes off- his growing mono-toe was very quickly outgrowing their capacity. Or more accurately, the giant unified nail growing from it that was rapidly thickening into a black hoof. He got one off in time, but had to kick the other off using his first freed foot because it had already grown too big to pop off easily. His socks came off a lot easier thanks to them being a great deal more flexible. By the time he unveiled them, his feet were already gone- replaced by the large U shaped hoof of a horse. Tod groaned as he felt his tail growing, wedged down and around his entire butt crack as the only space it could fit. He pulled his pants down a bit in the back and grabbed the tail, pulling it out and over. As soon as it was exposed to the open air, its hair started to grow in, making its final length long enough to touch his shins. Tod raced to his car- he would have to move fast to get to her ranch and make Milly fix this! As he walked down to the parking lot though, his penis continued to grow slowly and inched up far enough to be level with his nose- beyond what his shirt could cover. He paused and groaned as a pressure burst into his back and then released with a loud pop as his entire body trembled from the shift. His dick was now level with his chin. His torso got longer! He reached his car unlocked the door and when he bent down to open it he realized his torso had not just gotten longer- his entire body was bigger. He would have to scrunch himself up pretty good to even fit into the car! As he crouched though, his thighs stretched and tore his pant legs! The changes were still going up his legs! His bones slowly grew becoming big and sturdy, and his muscles swelled and thickened around them. Fur started to grow around his hooves and was making its way up his legs too- but only grew on the parts that were fully formed. Another issue- when he tried to bend over his dick surpassed his head entirely, blocking his view of anything but shaft. How was he going to drive with a dick in his face?! His spine popped and his torso got longer again! His lungs and heart grew causing his chest to expand and barrel out! Tod's shirt groaned in protest and started to rip from around the shoulders! His body couldn't bend enough- he could not fit in the car at all now! Tod groaned again as his voice deepened, and his neck started to pop and lengthen now- his hair forming a mane down the back just as quickly. His pants ripped further and further up till his hips burst in size and exploded his pants off entirely! A wave of numbness took his legs causing him to fall onto the side of the car, holding himself up with his arms because his legs momentarily dislocated from the sudden growth of the hips. When his legs re-set in the sockets, they did so in a formation that would only allow for four legged motion! He was still held up against the car, but he could not walk upright. The fur took his torso as it advanced up from his legs, but started to slow down the further up it grew. To keep pace with his huge hips, his butt cheeks grew massive and round with muscle. A stripe of bare black flesh exposed his swollen taint leading back to his anus which puffed up and out into a fat ring below his tail. Tod sighed, bracing himself mentally for the rest of the changes. And then nothing happened. They... stopped. Tod looked himself over a bit confused. Some of his upper body was horse, his entire lower body was horse, but he was definitely still a good portion of human. He looked in the car, wondering if there was still a way he could use it to reach Milly. Maybe if he put the front seat completely back, he could sit on the back seat with his body laying over it, and use one arm to push the pedal down and the other to steer? It would still be a stunt just cramming himself into the car in the first place though. "Ah! Oh, here we go..." His skin tightened on his arms and he nodded to himself- the changes only paused, they did not stop. His skin started to bunch up and stiffen, forming many stiff, shallow hills of skin like pseudo scales all over his hands and arms! The bottom of his palm crushed together and started to merge together! His pinky and thumb were forced to touch and then merged into a single digit! His nails all grew long and sharp and thickened, though became narrow as well. His skin turned grayish, then charcoal, then totally black. This wasn't a horse's limbs! There was even new muscle sets in his back he did not even know what they did! As he flexed them and they continued to grow he realized it was actually moving something on his back. By the time he turned to look over his shoulder they had the appearance of giant bald chicken wings! Millions of quills started to rise out of his skin, causing Tod to squirm from the wave of prickly feeling. His ears shrank away, leaving only holes in their wake as his hair fell out- replaced by the advancing waves of quills. His teeth all started to merge together and grow forward out of his mouth, then growing so large it stretched his mouth open more and more, pulling his lips back till they were indistinguishable! His nose receded partly, but his nostrils remained the same- the structure of the nose was pushed back too far by the growth from his mouth as it turned into a proper beak! He let out a strange rattling growl sound and then squawked in surprise as the quills all started to burst open rapidly, opening fully into feathers covering the entire upper portion of his body! The added mass of the feathers pushed his shirt beyond its abilities and it tore completely off of him, leaving him nude. The new set of proto limbs on his back were huge now, and so was the array of feathers that grew from them- forming huge wings. The wings had their own set of shoulder blades- but the two sets partially overlapped one another under the skin. The changes once again stopped, leaving Tod confused. He shoved himself off of the car and spun on his hooves to drop down onto all fours. He then turned to look in the side mirror of the car to figure out what the hell he even was anymore. His feathers were a very dark metallic green, but all dark near-black brown on the tips to match his horse fur. He had the head of a bird, but the size and girth of his neck and the mane running down the back of it was still horse. Tod's beak was dark brown like most of the rest of him. His torso was horse shaped, feathered at the front and fur on the back. Wings and front legs like a bird, and the entire lower end was horse. Only now was his erection finally starting to soften and go back into its sheath. With his now larger torso- his dick only reached the middle of his ribs. He turned into a Hippogriff- half horse, half bird! Still horse where it counted- of course, hippogriff sired horses would be exceptionally fast- though their bones would be more brittle than normal. Well with the addition of wings, there was absolutely no way Tod could ever fit in a vehicle. He needed to get to Milly though. Tod looked at himself in the mirror again a moment and then around to see if anyone was around to spot him. He was completely transformed now, so if someone seen him NOW, they wouldn't be able to know it was him. He walked down the driveway a bit, looking around again trying to figure out what direction Milly's ranch was. He pulled his wings in, flexing the muscles in them then opened them fully to stretch, before relaxing a bit more. He took a step back, then dashed forward and jumped into the air, flapped his wings, and face planted into the grass at the side of the driveway. Tod got up slowly, shaking dirt off his beak and making odd clicking sounds again. He flapped his wings a bit, feeling the air catch under them and shove all the loose dirt and dust around him back in a wave. He flapped harder and harder till he felt his body bob. He lifted them again, holding for a moment in concentration and then slammed them down on the ground and fired himself straight into the air! He flapped them more and started to lift further up, then tilted them slightly, turning the feathers a bit and started to move forward. He couldn't drive to Milly's place, so he would just fly there! It was a little nerve-wracking at first, looking down at the homes and streets below and knowing nothing was under him to hold him up. The strength of his wings gave him confidence though- there was a lot of power in this body. Tod was not accustomed to flying, and wasn't especially fit as a human, so by the time he got to the ranch he nearly crash landed onto the far side of the fields. His wings ached- he would walk the rest of the way. All the horses in the field backed up as he approached, not knowing what to think of the strange creature. Hippogriff do not live in these regions at all- they nest in the giant trees of elder forests. Tod was still pretty breathless even as he crossed the field. Like swimming- flying was an intense workout and he went quite a distance for being his only time in the air. As he approached the midway point on the fields though, the horses stopped backing off and started to approach him instead. He probably got close enough that they could see he was half horse himself. His own nostrils flared a bit. There was something in the air, but he could not identify it. It was almost more of a feeling in his nose than an actual smell. Tod did not realize what he was picking up on was horse pheromones. He was breathing deep and rapidly from being out of breath- and inhaling the scent of a dozen mares in heat. They also picked up on his smell- the musky scent of stallion balls, making their mouths water and their fat labia moisten. The mares surrounded him as he tried to get to the house, swarming him close enough that he could not advance! He was a bit irritated but that vanished as soon as he seen the flash of pink and became enthralled. The mares turned for him, brushing their tails against him and then flashing him their moist inner pussy as their huge stiff clits parted the curtains in an equine wink. Immediately Tod remembered what he was fantasizing about at home before he was interrupted before he could get off. His big stallion dick once again emerged from his sheath, wobbling in the air under him as it grew longer, then stiffer, then thudded against his underside in full erection! His body went into auto pilot, mirroring the vision in his head as he played through the scenario he imagined in real life! Tod grabbed the mare's big butt, then thrust forward powerfully putting himself much closer to her. He adjusted his grip to be much further up her body- sliding his torso up onto her back. His cock wobbled a bit from all the motion making it a bit hard to aim because of how long it was, but her clit held her pussy open for him to hit an easy mark and he thrust in! Electric pleasure fired up his dick and exploded into his hips, diffusing into his body! She felt so wonderful wrapped around him! Tod thrust into her powerfully, gripping the ground behind them with his large hooves to slam into her as deep as he could, speeding up and hitting climax rather quickly! Horse are not much in terms of sexual stamina, after all. Milly clapped from her seat in the barn only ten feet away- Tod had not even noticed the door was wide open the entire time and she could see the entire thing! Her clapping snapped him out of it and he slowly tip toed his way back off the mare, staring across the fields afraid to turn around and face Milly. "Hey, great job! Mare number one down. Only twelve to go." His face felt hot in embarrassment and he turned at her and squawked loudly! Then made confused grumbling sounds, and then trailed off in deep clicking sounds. "Oh! Shoot, uh, hold on." She dashed into the barn to find something and came back out with a pendant. Milly glanced at it, then at him and just held it against his throat. "Try now?" He made strange grumbles again and an almost chirp. "Hrm, ok. Sorry, you can't talk till I turn you back. I have to put the pendant on before I transform someone. Your neck is too big to put it on after the fact." Milly went back into the barn and was gone for a few minutes before coming back with a formstone. He held it toward Tod and it let off a powerful flash of light and in an explosion of energy- Tod's form exploded outward in a wave of coloured vapor, releasing a perfectly human Tod to fall to the ground in its place- completely nude. Milly laughed, tossing him a jacket he tied around his hips to cover his junk till he could get back to the house and she invited him in for dinner. He got dressed in a simple outfit of borrowed clothing. Milly explained she used the stone on him to give him a 'test run' to convince him to do it. Tod was too embarrassed to speak for some time. His face remained beat red for so long Milly was getting worried he would pass out. Milly grinned at him as he finished dinner. "Well, stud? Staying the night? You wanted sex and there is plenty here waiting for you." Tom just crossed his arms. "Oh come on. You can't say that didn't feel great. And if you didn't want it at all, why did you mount her? There is thirteen mares in total, all waiting for a turn on your meat stick." "Fourteen." "Huh?" "There is fourteen mares, I counted." Milly chuckled. "Oh, right. You can't get one of them pregnant because she isn't a horse. One of them is a human in the form of a horse- I will let you guess which one. There is sixteen horses and one donkey total- two are the studs I normally use. Also, think of it this way; you are helping make the horses stronger and give their species a better chance! You are ensuring the next batch of foals have superior genes!" Tod groaned, burring his face in his hands. "Please don't talk about babies..." Milly just pat him on the head. That night they slept in the same bed, Tod slept with his pillows at the foot of the bed so they were opposite each other. Milly woke up first the next day, eager to get her formstones lined up and ready to go. Tod however remained sleeping for some time. The rhythmic pounding of the rain made it easier to sleep. When he finally got up he groaned at the sight out the window overlooking the fields. Real heavy rain under a matte grey sky. No wind or lightning but still certainly not the type of weather you go out in. Even if he wanted to bail from her plot now he wouldn't be able to get home. He did not have wings or his car now so he would have to walk- and he is not walking through THAT. Even as he ate breakfast Milly presented him the selection of formstones, showing them off. 2]Hippocampus "Its poring rain outside, we can't do anything today anyway." "Huh? Are you made of sugar? You melt in water? I suppose you could mount in the barn too but that would be kinda rude so close to the other horses who are still penned in." Milly motioned out the window to a mare wandering the edges of the field, close to the barn but still outside. "It just so happens we have a girl with an affinity to water. Wet and wild times- live a little!" Tod glanced outside and spaced out a bit in thought. His brain was still working up to speed from waking up. Sex in the rain, huh? While he did not like the idea of being soaked and cold, it did sound like something you'd have on a bucket list. It would be an experience, for sure. Milly's casual approach to the situation helped slowly ease Tod's embarrassment. Milly was the type of person who goes to the bathroom and doesn't bother to close the door. There was at least two occasions she borrowed the shower at his place and pranced around naked like it was nothing. Tod reluctantly agreed, and without giving him the option Milly quickly grabbed which formstone they would use. Because of the situation- one of the form made a lot more sense than the others. After breakfast Milly gave the stone to Tod and he dashed out to the barn. He spent some time wandering around the barn looking at and greeting all the horses. In truth he was having a bit of trouble getting it up. Even though the memory of yesterday's unintentional romp was hot as hell, and he was surrounded by all these fine horses- now being somewhat expected to have sex put pressure on him and made it hard to preform! Just talking to the horses and brushing their mane with his fingers or patting their heads, he could not tell which mare was the fake. The one outside wandered to the open barn doors to see him as well, and he did not know if she was the fake- but could also tell she was not a normal horse. When she turned her head the light caught in her eyes allowing him to see her pupils were vertical slits, not horizontal rectangles like normal horse. When she smelled the male on him her lips curled back a bit and she gave a pleased nicker- and he seen her teeth were all sharp fangs as well, not flat slabs! That was why she enjoyed being soaked! That mare was sired by a Kelpie! When he went to pat the lone jackass- it opened its mouth baring its large teeth a bit as if to bite him and closed its mouth as he moved back. An oddly human reaction- it did not want to be pet. Milly said one of the mares were fake- she did not say if the stallions or jackass were real. The kelpie half-blood certainly seemed ready to go, prancing around the open doors impatiently. Tod decided to just use the formstone now. He was psyching himself out thinking about it- the only correct approach was to dive in head first without thinking! Sometimes your fear of something is the only actual roadblock. Instead of being shy about doing anything in front of Milly, he should take her example and be flaunting! Show off how masculine he can be! Take it as a challenge! Tod activated the formstone, and then set it down on a small tool table near the doors. Because the stone remained close to him unlike the other day- the effects were more immediate. He felt his arm muscles flexing involuntarily and started to strip off the borrowed clothes so he didn't shred her outfits too. Standing there naked actually felt pretty... good. The cool air and occasionally a light misting from the rain dropping only inches in front of him- feeling the open outdoors air on his junk felt refreshing. The moisture had been building in the hot summer air till today so it was getting muggy and gross- this was a nice contrast. The other day his changes started with his junk- but he wasn't masturbating today so the changes started elsewhere. His biceps started to swell up on their own- the muscles tightening and bulging then relaxing but remaining just as distended, growing in gentle throbs. His hands started to compress- his fingers bunching together and then their mobility started to disappear as they fused into a singular mass. His nailed unified and thickened- getting farther toward black as they bulked. His tail started to grow in, and this time it was a much better feeling- not being immediately jammed against his pants since he wasn't wearing them. The feeling was a slight squirming in his lower back as those muscles bulked up and snaked their way down, stretching a tail out with the added length of the muscle groups. He was mostly watching his hands devolve when he closed his eyes and groaned at a pulse of pressure in his head. It was not like the pressure of a headache- the pressure was specifically in the bone only. His ears started to change structure- becoming pointed and longer but also more thin as muscles formed in the base to allow them to pivot around at will. His hairline started to advance down into a mane, and just as it was about to finish its climb down is neck- his neck popped and grew longer! By now his hands were completely gone, replaced by horse hooves and his arms were no longer looking human at all. The bones got bigger, making his arms both longer and larger overall, and the muscles bulked quite a bit. Hard and sinewy in the lower limb- more bulky and bulbous in the upper arms and especially shoulders. He went to moan again but it came out as a bit of a wheeze thanks to his changing throat. His throat tightened as he finished breathing out making it sound like a breathy neigh. The muscles in his throat bulged in the front making him want to move his head back to give it room, but the pressure pulsed in his spine arching him forward instead. The pressure softly built in the back of his neck and then popped and reset- but then climbed again for the next segment. The bridge of his nose popped and expanded greatly as his face started to stretch outward. His eyes started to drift apart as his skull expanded out the middle- moving his eyes to the side. He might have toppled over at this point since almost all of his changes were in his upper body- but his tail was growing below and already gigantic to act as a counterbalance! Certainly nothing like a horse tail- the gigantic muscular and fleshy mass was already trailing on the ground behind him, the base getting more and more thick as it grew, forcing his hips to pop and reshape to accommodate- but that took strength out of his legs. Tod lowered himself to all fours. The half-blood mare watched him intently over her shoulder- her rump facing him as her fat black pussy winked at him and her wet tail swished back and forth, fanning the smell through the air to him. His nostrils expanded greatly and he could once again pick up on the pheromones- this negated the stage fright holding his erection back. Tod breathed in deeper breaths, intoxicated by the scent. Too subtle to identify actively in his mind, but he still knew it was there and still wanted more! His lungs swelled wider with his huge breaths and caused his ribs to start popping as his torso grew barreled. His swelling pectoral muscles were forced forward by the deforming shape of the torso. He rest his crotch on the ground, with his erection wedged between because he could not move his legs at all anymore and could barely even feel them- the nerves and blood flow already rerouted to his monolithic tail by now! As long as his entire body and still growing, his tail squirmed around involuntarily from the growing muscle structure. Tod let out a deep neigh and snorted out two powerful jets of hot air as his face finished transforming fully into a horse. He straightened his front legs to arch his body as high off the ground as possible and felt his cock swelling up now beyond a full erection. It grew longer faster than it did thicker, but it did swell in girth as well. Unlike the other time, its coloration did not seem to be changing at all, it remained pink. As it stretched, rather than the head swelling even bigger, it started to shrink as if the shaft were stealing its mass to add to itself. It became more and more tapered as it grew, till the shape of the head was gone entirely! Even as his torso started to grow longer- his penis raced it, surpassing the length of a stallion! His tail grew so gigantic it consumed his butt- his anus now on the base of the tail as it took all the space between his legs- then pressed into his legs- and then swallowed them! His useless legs were merged into the mass of the growing tail as it became just as wide as his torso itself at the base! His hips no longer had any visible definition! His cock grew so long that even against his completed horse torso- it was long enough to reach his mid-neck! Though tapered at the tip- the base was as wide as the mid-point of a football! Starting at his hooves yet again- ultra fine horse fur started to spread up his arms to consume his torso. The skin at the tip of the tail started to stiffen and bubble up, dividing into hardened keratin sheets as it formed into metallic brown fan-shaped scales, with a thin dark blue strip at the very edge! The skin on the end of his tail stretched out with thin but ultra dense muscle fibers to grow out from under the scales and form two huge flipper-like fins! The remnants of his legs stretched back out into two flippers closer to his body- much thicker and bigger than the ones on his tail, but not more mobile. Scale and fur met at his lower back- fur going further down in the front to the opening of his cock, the scales going further up his back to the middle point. His enlarged balls popped back into him and the scrotum tightened against his body till it was no longer visible. He neighed loudly and shook his entire body to settle into its new form as it completed. Since it is so wet outside- he turned half horse, half fish- a Hippocampus! His cock looked like a whale dork, except veinier and it still had a medial ring like a horse. He looked at the mare and grumbled a bit as his dick trembled every few moments from a throb in its base. He had not considered this problem... he has no back legs. How does he get onto the mare in the first place if he cannot fully stand? She shuffled her feet, trying to shake her tushy for him, getting impatient but she was not smart enough to realize his low leg count. From this angle he could easily see her small jiggly teats from below- the soft round veins bordering the cleft of her huge muscular butt cheeks, and just how fat and round her labia were. Tod tried to move sort of like an inch worm- arching his body and then scooting his lower half forward using his flippers. When his head was far enough out of the barn to catch the rain his ears instinctively pivoted forward and cupped down against his head. When swimming- a hippocampus cups its ears on its head to prevent water from getting in. Tod got almost under the mare, then arched himself way back, balancing on the base of his tail and then using all the massive musculature of his tail to slowly lift himself up onto it, further and further down its length. It was a strain but he was doing it- though his tail ached. He got his front hooves up onto the top of her big round butt and he took a deep inhale from her pussy perfectly level with his nose, but she tried to move back and shove it into him- which almost toppled him over onto his back! He was caught though. He glanced back over his shoulder and seen another, much bigger mare pressing her head into his back to hold him up! She stepped forward and shoved him further up the smaller mare and Tod took the chance to scramble up onto her with his front legs, finally far enough on to hook them around her meaty thighs and slide the tip of his penis into her! Both the mare and Tod nickered at the electric pleasure as he quickly was shoved into her, by the other mare! She bowed her head under the top of his tail and basically rammed him the rest of the way in, in one go! Tod also briefly noted the golden ring of fur around the bottom of her neck, linking to an amber spellstone embedded in her flesh. Looks like he found Fate- the false mare. Thanks to her human intellect, she just let herself out of her own pen. Tod's giant cock completely filled the mare to capacity- each thrust winded her slightly, causing her to huff with each thrust. The heat radiating off their hot bodies diffused quickly into the poring rain washing over them. Their hair sopping wet, hanging heavily off them. Each powerful thrust a loud wet thud. Tod arched his tail under her- feeling her tiny teats press into it as he cradled her lower body with his much longer form. Fate walked beside them, watching with a playful almost mischievous look in her eyes. She leaned in close and caught Tod off guard with a kiss! Kissing as a horse was a bit odd- their tongues pretty big and their lips very soft and loose. Tod completely overloaded on stimulus- between being kissed be a behemoth mare, stretching out the smaller mare from the inside while also wrapping around and squeezing her in from the outside. The veins on his very long shaft all locked into rock hard stiffness as he could feel the force of the cum rocketing up the very long dick and blasting into the mare- stretching her even a bit more with liquid pressure. It was squirting out around his cock even as he still pumped into her, pooling on the ground below them and diffusing into the rain water. Tod remained in her as he started to go soft again, then started to slide off just because his muscles were too drained to continue clinging to her huge rump. He flopped to the wet ground on his back and in a burst, suddenly reverted human! He glanced dreamily back at the spellstone wondering how that happened and seen the jackass had let itself out as well now- and used the formstone to revert him. Without a sound, it wandered back into the barn again. Fate nudged his limp human penis with her huge nose to see if it had any life left in it. Seeing he was drained she huffed and returned back into the barn herself. The half-blood mare was trotting giddily in the rain now, the fire in her loins doused finally. Tod got cleaned off mostly just by the rain as he walked back to the house. He needed a change of clothes just because the current ones were soaked. He asked Milly if she had been spying on him but she refused to answer... which probably meant that she was. Tod asked her if she had ever considered doing it herself. The formstone worked regardless of gender- the physical gender of the subject was part of its form, so if she used one of the stones on herself she would turn into a male for the duration. Milly just explained that as hot as all the horse lovin' was- she is not into other females. If she changed it would be to let one of the studs ride her- but doing that risked getting pregnant, which she also did not want. "Speaking of the studs though... aren't they super irritated now, surrounded by mares in heat but not being allowed at them?" "Oh, I still take care of the stallions. I just do it with my still human parts~." Milly winked at him, leaving Tod to imagine that scene. The rain continued through the day, stopping here and there and mostly tapering off, but still pretty wet the whole day long. Most of the day ended up being pretty normal- playing games with Milly, talking about random nonsense and watching some shows. Later at night, the rain slowed to a gentle patter on the ground and roof. Milly smiled at Tod and nudged a formstone toward him as she got up to get cleaned up for bed- telling him she knows a great way to put guys to sleep, and leaving it at that. Subtly was never a strong point for Milly. Tod took the stone, looking at the runes dancing just under its slightly translucent surface. He was feeling a little horny, he supposed. Like any muscle, the more you use it the better it gets at being used. Having sex made the body sexually active, and more prepared for more sex. Tod wandered out onto the patio, taking his shirt off and feeling the cool night air on his body. The light from the house behind him reflected off the falling raindrops but beyond that he could only see the vague outlines in the dark. Were the mares even still awake? Though a horse's sleeping patterns is quite different from a humans- an adult horse only sleeps three hours each day so there was a much better chance of them still being awake than asleep. It would also depend on if they are asleep standing up or actually laying down- if they are standing they are only napping and waking them up won't bother them. 3]Longma Tod huffed as he activated the stone and placed it down on the porch. "Does she even have any formstones that are just.. normal horse?" The muscles in his back immediately tightened and he tensed up in response, standing straight. The pressure moved forward around him as his abs started to swell out, gaining definition and then his pectorals. He let out a snort as his nostrils flared and his throat started to bulk up. Veins throbbed stronger as they were pulled into visibility all over his body as his muscles pulled his skin tighter. His shoulder and upper back muscles swelled large, then it moved down into his arms. His bones started to grow, causing his entire skeletal structure to groan deep below the skin as his entire body started to grow in size. Tod's nails started to grow and thicken, stretching his fingers thicker to keep up as they shortened a bit, bulking up and degrading to have less joints. Hair started to grow on the backs of his hands and feet, spreading around his wrists and ankles but no further than that. His toes quickly joined his fingers changing the same way. Tod quickly slipped his pants off before standing on all four limbs- not waiting for his leg structure to topple him over first. His hands started to deviate from his feet a bit though- his rapidly degrading thumb shifted more toward the center of his devolving hands, while all five of his toes remained lined up and equal to one another. His feet started to lengthen, raising his ankles up further and further. His thighs bulged massively with muscle which also caused his ass to become huge and round. Tod's tail started to grow beyond what a horse should have, but not nearly at the rapid growth rate the hippocampus had either. Tod nickered from the odd feeling of his ears shifting- growing leaf shaped and gaining the ability to move around. He could move them consciously- but they mostly reacted on their own by reflex. Like glowing embers, spots of glowing red started to appear in his iris and spread quickly to consume it entirely as his pupils stretched into narrow horizontal slits. His nostrils expanded even more, causing the bridge of his nose to pop and expand as he snorted again- firing two streams of white smoke! Each finger and toe covered in a segment of hoof, stuck somewhere between claw and hoof- his digits all devolved but did not fuse together, he could still move them all individually. When he pressed them together the segments jointed into a V shaped hoof. Because his thumbs had moved up and back, they became almost like a dew claw, but were low enough to the ground and had a large enough claw that its tip still touched the ground. His limbs finished changing by stretching just a bit taller. The growth quickly shifted into his torso, giving off several deep reverberating pops and snaps as his rib cage swelled huge, forcing him to breath in several times without breathing out as his lungs expanded and demanded more air to fill them. His hips popped and became massive and sturdy- but ensuring he could not stand back onto two legs. His tail stopped growing, just long enough that its tip almost touched his ankles- and when the hair grew on it, it only grew from the last fifth of the tail, leaving the top portion still bare. The hair on it also did not match his own- it was bright orange. Tod smiled and groaned in pleasure, moving back to subconsciously press his butt up against one of the posts holding the roof over the porch as he could feel his genitals changing finally. His anus puffed up and turned black and the black coloration bled down across his taint and into his scrotum. His balls swelled quickly, stretching the scrotum smooth as the skin on it thickened to protect its larger load. The growth continued forward swallowing the base of his dick in thick, soft folds of skin creating proto sheath before the cock itself started to grow and draw from that excess skin. After the flesh of his still developing sheath, the darkness became scattered. His entire cock turned black but as it expanded, the blackness broke into patches between increasingly large areas of pale pink. Tod squirmed at the feeling of a tingling pressure on the surface of his cock where blood pressure swelled and two hard, round bumps formed on either side of his shaft! Then it stretched longer and two more bumps formed, then longer, then two more. The medial ring that formed was a bit bumpy itself and projected farther out than normal, making it a pretty intense ridge itself. The corona started to develop stiff bumps around its entire parameter as it stretched wider, deforming the human bell shaped head into the soft dome of an equine glans. More hard bumps formed along the sides the longer it got- the space between each bump was only as big as each bump itself and they traveled the entire length of the shaft- though were a bit smaller on the later half beyond the medial ring. Tod groaned loudly in arousal as the cock finally finished changing, and slammed itself into his underside. All of his claw-like hoof segments started to glow a dull orange with heat! The bridge of his nose started to expand, growing his skull out from the middle, starting to push his eyes out to the sides. His teeth all started to sharpen rather than grow into large slabs, his mouth filled with fangs. His hairline did not expand- his hair started to fall out. Tod arched his back and bowed his head as his spine exploded with pressure and started to yank his body and neck longer. He had to keep shuffling his footing because his legs were getting farther apart- farther than a horse. After surpassing the length of a normal horse's body, the extra length was given to his mid section, which also made him much more flexible and dexterous than a horse. His neck as well continued to grow longer than a horses would be, giving him even more flexibility. The hair on his ankles and wrists became long flowing fetlocks of orange hair, but rather than fur- his skin hardened beyond this point and started to divide into a sheet of scales! Billions of tiny round scales formed a thin sheet of armor across his entire body, giving him a glossy black form. His underside and the insides of his limbs were the only part of his body to remain untouched- completely bare skin, though its coloration darkened to grey-pink, purple, and then black to match the scales. Tod's head remained bowed as he grunt and snorted at the huge pressure building. He could hear the faint sound of skin ripping and feel the tickle of blood down the sides of his head- though he did not feel the actual wound itself. There was several pulses of pressure in a stalled moment, before he neighed loudly and the pressure exploded out of him! Growing extremely quickly, four huge horns erupted from his skull! The two sets of horns tangled around each other before the front set arched forward, around the back of the read set. The rear set hooked around the front of the front horns, and leaned backwards at a diagonal. The horns were heavily ribbed, to the point where they almost had a serrated edge. Like his hoof claws, the base of the horns started to glow with heat but the heat did not travel all the way up their length. Tod rushed forward into the rain to let it sooth him and wash the blood off his head but it did not quite work as he intended. As soon as he stepped into the gentle rain, the drops hissed as they touched him. His body was surrounded by a haze of mist as the water vaporized the moment it touched him! Clouds of mist rose from the ground as his hooves hissed against the ground and dried it below him. He looked down at his devolved hands, flexing all his fingers individually seeing if he could cool the claws consciously- he could. It was like trying to control an erection though- it wasn't at all easy to do, and for the most part it controlled itself according to his mood and energy level. Since his mood was intense and horny- his flame was burning strong. His face cracked and snapped as it finished stretching his skull out into a proper equine shape and he whinnied loud in triumph of completing his changes, white smoke escaping his mouth and nostrils! As he did, a line of scales from the top of his head down his entire very long neck started to glow with heat, going even further from orange to pure white before a tall stripe of flames ignited over them! He had a mane of fire! Half dragon, half horse- he has transformed into a Longma! He wandered into the night, toward the barn, trailing a path of mist from evaporated rainwater behind him. The horses could see him approach the barn even in the darkness of night- the very base of his horns, his hoof-claws, and his red iris could all be seen glowing in the dark while his mane was like a lit torch over him. As Tod expected, it was Fate that stepped forward. She seemed to want some earlier and was disappointed she missed him then. That is why this form was chosen now. Longma was absolutely giant compared to most horses- and Fate was a behemoth work horse breed, she needed a giant brute to fit her. She walked out of the barn as Tod paused just outside. Fate circled him slowly like a shark eyeing its prey, a playful glimmer in her eyes again- he could see the light of his fire flickering in them. She paused behind him and lowered her head. Fate's nostrils flared as he pressed the end of her face to his balls and lifted them up with her nose slightly. She moved around him a bit more and gently kissed up his rigid shaft with her soft lips, causing it to vibrate from throbbing tension. She stepped forward, bowing her front legs and slid the end of the shaft in her mouth. Taking advantage of a horse's long mouth and neck, she slid down a good portion of his cock, rippling her tongue along its bottom and feeling the bumps on the sides. Because it took blood pressure a second to concentrate to them- there was a delay between the pulses. Tod's cock pulsed, then the glans stiffened, then the hard bumps each pulsed one set at a time, going from bottom to the top of the shaft- with a fraction of a second delay between. Fate did not bob too much- pleasuring the shaft almost entirely just with her tongues and playing around the medial ring with her lips just to fire him up even more before sliding back off. Dizzy with arousal, Tod moved almost aggressively without even thinking- the moment her mouth left his shaft he spun around and reared up. He slammed down ontop of her and yanked himself up her back with his front limbs. He only partially snapped out of his frenzy when she whinnied in slight displeasure- he accidentally scorched her a bit with his front claws. He would have to be careful not to grip her too tightly or he will burn her. He found his mark and thrust into her thirsty pussy, having to take several thrusts to get fully in- his dick was not only quite thick, but the added hard bumps created more friction than normal. His body trembled a bit with each thrust as hers did- the bumps were all quite sensitive like the glans, creating even more points of pleasure. The base of his balls bounced off her huge pulsing clit as the balls themselves slapped her huge butt cheeks. Tod felt so powerful, so big. Fate was a huge horse- and now his viewpoint was looking down on her from above, her shoulders, flowing mane and the top of her head. He breathed heavily- sending thin gusts of white smoke at her unintentionally causing her ears to flick from the feeling on them. They were both surrounded in the haze of mist from the boiled rainwater. He nickered deeply in pleasure as his glans swelled huge with approaching climax and the rough ridge of the corona jammed into the walls of her pussy from lack of room! He had to forcefully drag his hips back, raking the deep insides of her pussy and then rammed back in one final time, exploding into her his thick, hot cum. She held for a few moments after he finally stopped pumping into her, then slid out from under him. Fate made a whickering sound that was almost a chuckle, glancing at him as she walked past back into the barn. Yea... she was definitely a human somewhere in that horse form. Tod remained standing in the swirling mists to let them cool his body. When the rain finally stopped he made his way back to the house. Milly's bedroom lights were off so she was likely already asleep so he would have to be quiet when he slipped in. He had a bit of trouble getting to the formstone- it was sitting on the porch but if he stepped on the porch his claws would burn the wood, so he had to reach over and roll it close enough for him to use. Milly was on point with saying it was a good lullaby for him- once he shuffled his way to bed he fell asleep instantly. The next day Tod was woken up by Milly who once again was up before him. She made him a homemade breakfast and also slid him another formstone with runes Tod could not even read- it was a creature he had never even heard of before. She told him it was the perfect form to 'rise and shine' with and gave him a wink before skipping off to do some reading. Tod sighed as he finished his breakfast, eyeing the stone. Now he was starting to feel like he was being treated like the livestock too. He wasn't a breeding machine for Milly to use! He was also still a little unsettled by the fact he was actually making these mares pregnant. Although technically it wasn't with his kids- the sperm he fired in those forms was copies of the animal that was originally used to imprint the formstone with. And the sex was good- he couldn't argue that. Last night's romp complicated things even more- because while she was a horse physically, he technically had sex with a woman. That made him wonder who Fate really was, and if she was looking for a boyfriend for when she isn't equine. 4]Hippalectryon Tod shrugged as he felt the warm morning sun on his back as he wandered to the field and activated the formstone as he reached the barn. Fate had let the other horses out, keeping the studs restrained so they did not get the remaining mares pregnant before Tod could. Fate herself remained in the barn- not interested in a second round for a while. Tod tossed his shirt off and slipped the pants down as soon as he could feel his muscles start to flex on their own. Like with his hippocampus changes, Tod's muscles and arms especially seemed to change first. The muscles on his upper back and arms swelled up, pulling his skin tight and then the bones in his arms started to grow, lengthening the arms. His fingers quickly lost mobility and started to merge together as his nails bulked, blackened, and fused. At least this form seemed to have proper horse hooves. He wobbled in place a bit though as his thighs started to shorten a bit, becoming round and meaty as the femur inside compressed slightly. Tod went down onto all fours to take some of the weight off his legs as he felt his feet start to change- and his hands finished their transition to hooves just as he brought them to the ground. He groaned in confusion pushing more of his weight onto his sturdy new hooves- the way his feet were changing was definitely not into horse hooves. His feet were getting longer, but as they did they seemed to fold over, drawing his big and pinky toe closer together on either side till they touched and fused together like what happened to his hands the night before. His nails all thickened but did not turn black, and they became a bit more narrow as they started to grow out in archs. Bird! He recognised this from his hippogriff form- except it was with his feet not his hands. Sure enough, the remaining three toes got even longer and larger, gaining mobility rather than losing it. Three clawed toes in the front and one behind- a bird foot! Correct in his guess- quills started to sprout all over his lower body, causing Tod to squirm from the prickling feeling. He unintentionally raised his back legs to stretch the new muscle structure, bowing his front body at the same moment his neck cracked several times, stretching longer. He arched his neck backward in response and the muscle in his neck surged in size when he did- squeezing several large veins between skin and muscle. His hair started to grow longer and shift colors, turning from dark brown to dark red and then base red! It became bushier and more wild as it grew out, and then started to advance down his neck to form an equally long and bushy mane. It seemed like he was turning into a hippogriff again only... backwards. Tod could feel new muscle squirming into existence in the base of his ears, causing them to tremble and then flick as they became leaf shaped. His nostrils flared and he grinned as he could smell once again the scent of wanting mares on the air. The skin on his legs started to stiffen and bubble up and then segment as he moved his legs around in place- breaking up into banded bird flesh- its color turned a sandy yellow. His tail grew out to the length of a horses, but instead of hair it grew large quills like the rest of his lower half. Horse fur started to grow in from his hooves up, but before it reached his shoulders his torso started to change shape in preparation. Tod sucked in a very long deep breath as his lungs once again swelled in size. His veins hammered in stiffness as his heart swelled bigger to feed them. Tod's ribs cracked in rapid fire as the entire rib cage expanded. His pectoral muscles swelled up as his body barreled out, popping the pectoral muscles up front more to be between and above the front legs. His hips changed structure only slightly, and did not seem to grow individually of his overall bodily growth, so his back half remained rather lean compared to the front- more than likely because it was avian in nature rather than equine. Tod made a thunderously low pitched nicker as his body finished rounding into its new size. Black horse fur spread up onto his body, then raced up his neck. He closed his eyes as the pressure built in his nose, and his nostrils flared huge just as the cartilage in his nose cracked apart and swelled into a much larger bridge. His skull popped quietly to everyone but himself- since the sound was in his own head it seemed extremely loud to him. His face stretched out and expanded, pushing his eyes to the side in the process. He grew feeler hairs on his chin even before the advance of fur finally reached his face and covered it. His pupils changed to vertical slits, but then sprang back to circles as if unable to decide where it should stay. They stretched horizontal then back to circles, before finally stretching both horizontal and vertical- creating a plus sign shaped pupil! Tod neighed as his head finished transforming. When the fur reached the quills at the middle of his back the quills started to rapidly burst open into full feathers. It was like watching popcorn pop in a microwave! The fur continued to cover his lower body on the underside- the feathers did not grow between his legs. The feathers that grew from his tail were extremely large and long- they formed long arcs like streamers! Tod straightened his legs and bowed his head to look at his underside to his genitals. Once the fur covered the area around it, his junk itself finally started to change. His scrotum tightened, pulling his balls higher as they swelled bigger. Then even tighter it became, pushing them against his body as they grew even a bit bigger. They pulled tighter and tighter, causing him to grunt and scrunch up his face a bit from the ache till they suddenly popped inside of him- one and then then immediately the other! The scrotum quickly tightened more now that it was empty and vanished entirely into him! His penis felt the same inward pull and started to draw back into his body! It created a soft of leaf shaped opening of soft flesh as the dick pulled inward. There was two pressures happening in the same place, one drawing the shaft inward, and another growing in all directions. The veins on his shaft seemed to bulge larger as it was pulled in, and it became rock hard as if struggling against the inward pull. The head seemed to stall at the opening, the glans flaring larger and larger- plugging the hole so it could not be drawn in any further! It stretched against his torso changing from the small helmet shaped human glans into the huge soft curve dome of a horse. The head at least seemed to become that of a normal horse, the rest was definitely not horse like. The pressure in his crotch grew massive, and his shaft started to slide back out! It seemed like it too had become like a horse, but as more of it slid out he realized that was not the case. The more that slid out- the more girth it gained. The huge pressure in his crotch was his cock becoming massive while inside of him! The veins on its surface were giant, and the phallus lacked a medial ring like a proper horse. When finally it was fully emerged the base stretched the newly created opening for it to rest in tremendously. It was a shade shorter than some normal horse penis can be, and it was a bit narrow toward the top just behind the head, but the base was extremely girthy- as thick around as a fire hydrant if not a bit thicker still! The entire shaft did not change color at all, so it was bright pink. It started drooling pre almost immediately. Tod has transformed into a Hippalectryon- half stallion, half rooster- quite literally a horse cock. Unlike a hippogriff it did not have wings, because that would require it to have the upper body of a bird, and roosters can't really fly in the first place. The horse fur on him was black, the feathers were dark brown like his hair color was. His bushy mane was bright red like the comb of a rooster. His tail feathers were all black but faded to dark green at the tips. His balls were internal, even though they were even bigger than a standard horse, and his dick slightly shorter and tremendously thicker. Tod took some time to walk in a circle and get used to these legs. His front legs were better at walking on seemingly, but also his rear half did not weigh as much as his front half so there was less weight to carry on his back legs. Basically in terms of legs, a hippogriff was rear-wheel drive, a hippalectryon is front-wheel drive- the front limbs drive him forward with most of the force, the back legs just keep pace and balance while running. His brows lowered a bit as he finally got why Milly said this was a good form to rise and shine with- roosters crow at dawn. He also had not grown a lot compared to hippogriff and no where remotely close to the size of longma, so he would need a more petite, agile mare to make a proper fit. He almost immediately spotted his target. The mares weeded themselves out to an extent- the ones he already serviced went about their day wandering the fields and playing with one another. The mares he was yet to mount watched him and came close when they seen him transforming. He spotted a mare with rather odd proportions. She was red-brown with fur and hair the same, her body tall and lean in frame, except for her hips. Unlike the rest of her, her hips were large and her butt huge, and on top of that her udder was gigantic for a horse! It looked like two black G cup breasts wobbling around in her crotch! Milly had mentioned she was looking at using virility potions before her formstone idea hit her- she must have used potions on this mare, because these proportions are impossible otherwise. Her front and back half were two completely different body types- she was a pear-shaped horse! The pear-mare nickered as he approached her, turning her huge plump butt to him and swishing her tail to the side, fanning it over her big cheeks. Her pussy released a splash of natural lube as her big clit popped out to say hello and part the curtains for him to welcome Tod inside. Tod's avian legs were quite springy, so he reared up on them and got his hooves up onto her easily enough, hooking his front legs around her huge rump. He thrust into her getting the head in easily and the first bit. As he eased more into her, she became tighter and tighter as the girth of his cock increased more and more the further down the shaft she went. He could only get down to the halfway point! She was deeper but he was just too wide to fit. Tod started to thrust back and forth, letting his mind fade out in the rhythm. She smelled so good, and fit so snugly to his shaft, it made it so easy to forget who or what he really was. He remembered what it was like mounting the others- each a bit different but all so very good. They all smell so good, feel so good... so pretty. He was not even consciously aware that with each squelching thrust he was ramming a bit deeper into her- stretching her a bit wider. He stretched her vagina so wide he was starting to squeeze into her clit at the base of the vulva. She was snorting with exertion, trying to shove back against him in time with his thrusts- also determined to take more into her as if his dick was a challenge. A horse never backs down from a competition. His memories of being a human seemed so distant and irrelevant. The memories of being in these mares were so vivid and abundant now that his mind was tricking itself into thinking this was his life- the human part was just a dream. Tod could feel the slight swoosh of air against his legs from her huge tits swinging between her legs as he thrust into her. He could feel her plump black labia tickling the base of his cock as he approached climax! He was almost completely inside of her! She was stretched tremendously wide! Her legs trembled and the muscles twitched wildly as she was locked into a near-constant state of orgasm from his dick crushing her clit with each inward thrust. They both let out a loud whinny as he came into her- the huge veins on his shaft throbbing rock hard with each burst of cum fired up. Her front legs buckled as the pleasure took the strength out of them, and then her back legs as she was forced into a full sitting position with him still inside of her. He had exhausted the poor little mutant mare. Tod eased himself out of her, her pussy made a loud wet popping sound as he got to the halfway point on his dick and as he removed it fully her pussy remained opened slightly- a bit gaped thanks to being stretched so badly. It would contract back to normal, it would just take a few minutes. Her tits looked especially fat and round when she was sitting like this because they were squashed against the ground. Tod wandered back toward the house, a bit dazed, then remembered the formstone was by the barn. He was so lost in fucking her he completely forgot himself. In a full animal form, their scent made him hormone drunk like they themselves were- luckily getting off cleared it out mostly allowing him to regain his senses. He touched his hoof to the formstone and activated it, reverting once again to full human and quickly slipping his borrowed clothes back on. He sort of wanted to go again- half because that felt so good he wanted to keep the train rolling and half so he could finish filling this collection of mares and go back to his normal life. Unfortunately refractory period was a thing, and it didn't matter what form he took if his dick was sleeping regardless. He went back into the house to get something to drink and rest up a bit. He had spotted another unique mare he wanted to try who was giving him bedroom eyes the whole time. Milly was absorbed into reading a book most of the day, so he actually did not see much of her at all. At least she wasn't peeping on him as he fucked her horses. 5]Ichthyocentaur The ground dried in the heat as the summer sun returned for the day. Tod did not see any of the horses looking out on the fields as he grabbed the formstone he wanted to try. He hummed in thought as he also spotted the formstone for a normal stallion- so she did actually have one. Tod found most of the mares when he walked outside- they were not visible from the house because they were crowded up against the building. There was only one tree on the range and it grew beside the house- all the mare were crowded together laying in the only shade available. The remaining horses must be in the barn- even though their pens were open. Sure enough he spotted the mare he wanted to mount in the barn standing around in the open, just enjoying the cool shade. She stared at him hungrily even though he was fully human still, but Tod was going to fix that quickly as he activated the formstone. He was unaware of the danger he was in. This mare looked at him hungrily even in human form because as a human, he looked like food to her. Her body was sandy colored but her hair was pitch black and hung heavily and straight off her, almost like it was wet. Her mane was so long and voluminous it hung off both sides, and covered half her long face. She angled her head so that her ears parted the mane over her eyes, allowing her to see past her own hair. Her iris were amethyst purple. Tod did not notice when she walked, pacing a bit waiting for him to change that her hooves made absolutely no sound against the ground. They left no tracks. She is only half horse- her mother was a Nightmare, a spectral equine that haunts the dreams of mortals and feeds off the energy siphoned from them from the curses they bestow on their victims. When she breathed out normally it was fine enough to not notice- but when she breathed heavier you could see a heavy, dense black vapor that fell from her mouth and nose, pooling near the ground. Out in the field he would be fine- but in the barn the vapor could condense more and become a problem. Tod immediately staggered from the changes, this time surging in his legs first. He stumbled back till he put his back against a wall and leaned some weight against it. His leg muscles bulked up tremendously fast, his thighs and ass cheeks swelled hugely round and tight and the bones within bulked and grew alarmingly fast as well. His feet devolved hastily to very broad, large hooves- those of a work horse. Tod bowed forward a bit as he felt his spine stretching longer, but then it seemed to build pressure powerfully at his hips, as if the growth had somehow snagged on something. His legs let out a loud pop as they were growing longer and larger overall and the knee joint dislocated entirely- causing him to fall completely over onto his hands! He tried to move the muscles to draw his legs up under him to be on all fours but they did not work! The muscles had inverted- what was forward movement was now backwards! He moved his thigh backward and the knee joint finally re-set, but on the wrong side! His knee was backwards. He felt the pressure build in his ankles when he tried to move his legs and knew it would likely be the same- and sure enough when he flexed it popped and reset the wrong way. Part of his hip broke off with all the movement, and seemed to shift backwards, extending his butt out bizarrely. Before he could figure out what was happening with his inverted legs, the pressure in his spine reached breaking point and it grew out gigantically in a sudden burst- yanking the broken plates from his hips back more and then extending beyond that, rapidly dragging his body out in rapid growth! He could not tell what the mass of growth off his butt was, till his legs seemed to stretch lengthwise and with a sticky wet sound, pulled in two! A second set of underdeveloped proto-limbs divided from his inverted legs. Or more accurately- his legs were properly aligned... to be front legs, not back. The growth off from where his ass used to be continually pressed it farther and farther back. He moved the new proto limbs to try and help scoot the growth along the floor without dragging but they were entirely new limbs, and not even properly developed yet besides. His shattered hips were not hips at all anymore- the front part transformed into a overly large, sturdy collar bone, the plates that broke off became shoulder blades to carry the legs, which were now the front legs of a horse. The giant tube-like growth off his lower body was an entirely new torso! It seemed like a blob of flesh at first, and did not start to take shape till the rib cage started to form to contain the duplicate organs. A second, massive horse heart formed in the chest to keep the blood pumping through a body far too large for a single heart to handle. His human arms felt slightly numb for a moment as the skin hardened into a sheet of scales on the outside of his forearms and backs of his hands. His nails grew into small claws of the same metallic cyan color his scales were. His ears flicked and stretched into the leaf shape of equine ears, but developed small scales on the backs instead of fur- the scales advanced around the edges of his face but no further. They seemed to hug his hairline and contain it while the scales advanced down his neck and tapered off on his upper back- forming a triangle mat between his shoulders and back. In his torso he suddenly felt empty and very queasy as his organs suddenly shuffled. His intestines seemed to fall away entirely, falling into his new torso, leaving the old one behind. To fill in some of the negative space, his lungs expanded greatly and divided like his legs had into a second set of equal size below the first ones. Tod grabbed the sides of his neck at a strange twitch of new muscle and felt two slits form on either side. He had gills! He could breath through his mouth and nose to use his old lungs, or through his gills to use his new lungs and breath underwater! His intestines stretched from the base of his old stomach down into the new torso where another, larger stomach grew from a segment of the intestines- and the remainder was behind that stomach. The bladder, prostate and kidneys remained in relative proximity to his ass- so they were yanked lower as the new body extended. Tod's rump started to lift finally as his proto limbs started to grow and develop. The skin on the ends where it had dragged on and stand against the ground stiffened, becoming thick and leather-like. His genitals followed the proto legs to remain the same distance from his butt- so they were no where near his old legs now. His balls swelled, pulling the scrotum smooth, then grew a bit more, surpassing the size of a normal horse- this overstretched the scrotal flesh though, and caused the balls to rise up against the torso to find enough skin to keep them contained without strangling them. His second body finally finished growing out- but his spine just kept on going completely ignorant of it- stretching a tail out of him now! Between his spine and proto limbs a thin ring of bone kept it barely held together long enough to expand massively into a new, huge hip. The second torso properly expanded out into that of a horse- his human torso grew from where the horse's collar bone was, which is why the collar bone is abnormally huge; its half a collar and half a hip. His tail squirmed around wildly as it continued to grow, bigger and bigger, bending around himself to find room. Tod groaned as his large balls were pulled half inside of him, so only half of them were visible as bulges behind his dick. Since not much scrotal flesh was actually needed to do that, the excess shifted forward and formed a somewhat thin sheath around the base of his dick, then fused to his underside. His dick started to grow bigger and longer now- the surges of growth could be felt all the way back to his ass, starting deep in his taint before becoming actual visible growth in his shaft. With each wave of growth though, there was a downward tug and a jolt of pleasure as his nerves started to peel in half- multiplying as well. Tod watched his violently wobbling dick mutate. "Oh no, not again..." He recognized the start of another division! With every wave of growth, his dick got bigger, longer and less human. The medial ring became a little more pronounced, the corona a little more bumpy, the glans a bit wider, the bulbous head a little but more subdued. But in addition, the dick also became much wider than it should be as a second identical shaft was growing from it, stretching the sheath wider and wider. The glans was the first to double- remaining fused only at the edges; the two heads were aligned one on top of the other. It was not till the shaft just below it gave off a wet sticking sound as it split off that the heads were able to divide as well. The division advanced down the shaft- the two breaking off felt like removing an annoying band aid that had been left on for too damn long. It was a sort of mildly itching pleasure, and then a refreshing feeling afterglow as they continued to split all the way to the base- inside of the sheath. Though they remained pink, he now had two full horse dicks, and they were even longer than a normal horse could reach- though the girth was average. Because of how they are stacked, when his dick throbbed the bottom one slammed into the top one, and then that slammed into his underbelly! The two glans grind into one another as the shafts bounce off themselves and his body- the lucky top dick getting sandwiched between the two walls of flesh. The moist thudding sound of them beating each other became the background music for the rest of his changes. His rear limbs were narrow but quite long. They were simple limbs even once they had finished developing- they had no digits. The femur was incredibly short, making the thigh almost unnoticeable at all from the outside. The shin was a good length, then the ankle and then from there a singular 'foot' bone that was twice the length of the shin- he stood on the end of this bone. From Tom's perspective looking back at them, they looked like narrow featureless pillars. From the sides they looked like fins! They formed into triangular sheets, standing on the points of the half fins with the ankle the only visible joint at the halfway point. Unlike a horse's back legs, his hips allowed sideways motion- he could do the splits with these if he wanted without tearing a groin muscle. There was no hoof to walk on though, no claws to protect the ends, it was just hardened flesh- so walking on particularly rough ground would hurt. The massive tail doubled the length of the body- reminiscent of the hippocampus, except he still had all four legs in addition to it. It grew a small dorsal fin only a foot off his butt, then two smaller fins on the sides further down, and then a gigantic fin on the end made of two huge flippers! Starting this time from around his hips where the human torso transitioned to horse, his dark brown horse fur started to grow and spread quickly as the final layer of the changes. The metallic cyan scales however started as well- beginning in the middle of his equine back on his back, and from his half fins on the sides- the scales did not touch his underbelly at all. The scales became sharper and more pointed the further down his tail they got. He felt a bit of a tickle, and a trail of hair grew on his lower human back to between his equine shoulders as a pseudo mane, finishing his changes. Human, fish, and horse all mixed in equal measure made for an extremely long body. He had transformed into an Ichthyocentaur! It took Tod some time to get a hold of his spacial awareness- he was both a lot taller and a lot longer than any other form he took. He had an extra pair of limbs and even a giant tail to deal with. He felt a mare sneak up behind him, pressing her nose against his balls up under his back legs and gently lick their underside while her hot breath tickled his scrotum. Tod looked behind himself but she had vanished. He furrowed his brow a bit- he never lifted his tail, how would she have gotten under him in the first place from that angle? Two other mares brushed up beside him, rubbing their heads up against him, but when Tod focused his eyes on them, there was nothing there. The nightmare daughter was still real when he looked directly at her though, and she approached him keeping her half-hidden eyes on him. It felt a bit odd, since he still had half a human body, and his nose could not pick up on horse pheromones in this form- however the heavy magic mist she breathed out was poisoning him in the confines of the barn, where it did not dissipate into the air as well as it would outside. She walked up to him and raised her head up, licking up his chest before looking him dead in the eyes and releasing a gust of hot breath from her nose. In the thick air, Tod's head spun slowly and for a moment he took a half step forward, leaning his human torso far forward as he thought he was pressing his face into the plump black labia of a mare- caught in another illusion. The real mare moved to his side and used her soft dexterous lips to kiss his lower cock, causing it to slam into the upper one and both to bounce off his underside- amusing her with the display of dancing masculine meat. She then slid her head up under the front legs and nudged up, giving him the queue to mount up. Tod lifted up his horse hooves and the mare turned as he half turned and he dropped down onto her. Because he still had a full human torso ontop of where there would only be a horse's head, he was a LOT taller than her, so having his upper horse body on her back put his head towering over her- and just clearing the rafters of the barn by a half foot. Even though it was impossible at that elevation, Tod still though he seen other mares brushing their faces near his, licking his bare skin or pressing their delicious pussies to him. The fact he had two dicks actually made it easier to line up- they basically corrected one another so each took its own hole! The mare whickered happily between grunts as he thrust into her, completely filling her- it was impossible not to scratch her itch when he hit everything at once! She hit climax ahead of him and let out a long sigh, releasing a thick cloud of her heavy black mist, darkening the very air around them. Tod hit his peak quickly after- the flare of his twin dicks became so wide that they pressed into one another- pushing enough against the sides of her vagina and colon that they could feel one another through the lining! He came hard into her, gripping her just behind her shoulders with his powerful equine legs. When it should have started to taper off however, it did not. Cum was rushing out from around his dicks, splattering the floor but still more came! Tod's started to feel light headed, his grip slipping slightly as he continued to blast more and more cum! If anything his prostate felt even more swollen, and also ached from the exertion. His urethra stretched from the force of the blasts of cum, increasing the volume of each burst! A minute passed and still he was cumming from both barrels! He gasped for breath, holding the sides of her neck with his human arms as he was too exhausted to hold himself up. In a sudden burst, his form exploded and he reverted human! Tod fell onto the mare's back, causing her to whinny in surprise and buck halfheartedly. She turned to glare at Milly standing in the doorway with the formstone. "Are you ok Tod?!" "W-wuh? How... what..." His head was swimming in the poisoned air still, and his body felt completely drained of all strength. "I should have warned you about her sooner, I didn't know you would pick her. Jade is half Nightmare, she was using her power to trap you in unending orgasm. It is a damn good thing I came to get you for lunch when I did. You probably lost a pound or two of liquid mass- Jade would have made you cum yourself to death!" Milly chastised the mare for trying to kill her mate and quickly took Tod back to the house. Milly made sure he had a ton of water to drink to replace all the liquid she had drained of him and recommended he take a nap as soon as he was done eating lunch. With a bit of a chuckle though, she congratulated him on successfully crossing the deadly mare off his list. As soon Tod touched down to the bed he immediately passed out- absolutely exhausted. He only meant to take a nap, but ended up sleeping the entire rest of the day away. His dreams- unsurprisingly- were very erotic. Between the extreme erotic illusions he had thanks to Jade's magic and the many real life encounters he has been having, his mind was flooded with sexual thoughts and memories. He had been in so many different bodies, burried in pleasure so frequently it was hard to not think about. 6]Hyper Stallion When Tod finally woke it was completely dark out again and Milly was fast asleep on the other end of the bed already. His erection was jammed into the mattress from his erotic dreams. With a bit of a groan he got up, wandering downstairs to get something to drink, still dehydrated a bit. He glanced at the pile of formstones on the table and remembered he had finally found the normal horse one earlier. Well... now he kind of wants to try that one. He did had an insistent erection from his dreams he needed to get rid of. Tod picked it up and wandered out to the barn barefoot again. He seen Fate and the jackass on the far side of the fields flirting in the night. Tod was quiet when he walked in just in case they were sleeping. The horses seemed to be resting but not really sleeping- Fate might have already woken them up unintentionally when she opened the barn to go out. He found the mare named Priestess- a very pampered horse with extremely long, well kept hair. She seemed to watch him rather intently- either wanting to be let out to play in the night or for him to take her... or both. Tod smiled at her and started to undo the latch, but then noticed a shelf covered with potion bottles nearby. He wandered over to them and looked over the labels briefly. These are the potions Milly was going to use before she recruited Tod to be her perfect breeding stud. He picked up a rather large potion bottle for equine genital enhancement. These potions were very potent, and could make the drinker's cock and balls permanently larger. The thing is- it's species specific, and this one was for horses only, it had no effect at all on human genes. A human version of this same potion would likely cost ten times as much. Tod smiled as he looked at the formstone in his other hand. The potion only works on horses- but he also had the ability to BE a horse. If he drank the potion and then used the formstone the potion will work on his other form! Like Milly said, the horse in the stone will already be a prime specimen to begin with, then add the potion on top of that and you have the most impressive horse cock the world has ever seen! Milly was not going to use the potion on the horses anymore presumably now that he was working them over- so Tod uncorked the bottle and chugged the potion of genital enhancement, then scanned the bottle for the one for prostate enhancement for large, long orgasms. He unfortunately was too horny and eager to have read the dosage instructions to realize the potion was meant for ranchers- who generally have more than one horse. The potion tingled a little where it slid down his throat but did not do anything because he was still human. Once he drank the two though, he activated the formstone. Like the first time- the changes immediately started with his already erect dick as he moved to finish unlatching the pen to let Priestess out. The skin of his scrotum thickened and expanded, pooling at the base of his dick to form a sheath as it turned to grey-pink. He flopped them out over the pants- too caught in the moment to remember he should be taking the clothes off while he could. His balls surged in size in a quick burst, and then continued to grow at a slow and steady rate, pulling the skin folds of the scrotum smooth as it continued to darken to bruise purple. It did not take long for the chicken egg sized human balls to swell pleasurably to baseball sized, then softball, then finally to the size of ostrich eggs, sitting heavily in the now smooth black scrotum as the sheath also finished forming- but did not yet fuse to his underside. The size of the sheath swallowed almost his entire dick even though it was fully erect, only the head remained peeking past the plush home. He could feel the gentle pressure of growth from deep in his taint, surging up behind his nuts and into the base of his cock, filling the sheath more. His dick started to wobble and inch forward as its structure expanded not entirely evenly. The growth went from base to tip in waves, making it almost look like there was an object travelling up the inside of his shaft, but it was just the shaft itself expanding. The veins grew to feed it more blood ahead of the shaft's own growth, covering it with soft ribbing from them all. Tod had to lean against the side of the pen as Priestess passed him, just because the pleasure was so intense. It was not as strong as physical touching, but more constant and more all-encompassing, because the growth stretched and tickled all of the nerves in the entire cock all together. The human shape started to deform the larger it became, most notable in the glans were the corona became rougher and the head became more of a softer curve but also wider. The medial ring started to become visible as it reached his rib cage in length. Beyond this point, patches started to darken and expand all over the shaft, quickly darkening to match the jet black sheath that housed it. The head stiffened as it stretched still bigger, inching up past his chest- shaking from tension with each pulse. The area around the urethra started to sink in deeper while the urethra itself remained as-is, standing from the depression. His entire cock turned glossy black except for a single large splotch of pink that remained immune on the back of the later half of the shaft. It finished growing when it was as tall as his neck. This was just its normal size- the potion was yet to kick in. From Tod's toes to his head, he felt a surge of growth deep inside of his body from his bones growing, increasing his entire body size and making the clothes fit tighter and tigher! When the bones in his hands grew, they fused, locking his digits together. He went to pull his hands down, but could not move his fingers properly and before he could figure out a way to do it anyway, his leg muscles tightened and swelled in a wave up his legs, getting more amplified as it went up! His thighs expanded thick, yanking the pants tight across them, but then his hips popped and his ass expanded huge and round with muscle as well causing the pants to burst open at the top! Tod was forced to topple the rest of the way over onto his stiff hands and his hips and ass grew some more, tearing the pants badly so far down that they just fell the rest of the way off his legs. He grunt in pleasure as he felt his shoulder muscles swell and tighten, starting to feed growth down to his arms as well when he remembered he needed to take his shirt off! He could not take it off if he was holding himself up with his hands though. Tod tried to get up but his back cracked several times in protest and took that time to start to expand- and refused to bend in a way that would allow him back onto two legs, he couldn't remove the top. Another wave of growth expanded through his bones and body size, which again caused the bones in his hands and feet to fuse further together. Now his hands and feet started to crack and shift- the bones inside useless as they were anyway, they melted together to form much bigger bones in less numbers. His nails thickened and melted together- looking like liquid as the material shifted even though it still reacted as a solid. His nostrils flared and Tod let out a few deep grunts and snorts as he could once again smell the sweet scent of the mare. His neck started to let out hollow popping sounds as it lengthened, and then the veins swelled tight as the muscle swelled after to fill it out, wider and wider. The neck of the shirt tore in the back, and then quickly advanced down as his upper back muscles swelled a bit more. Tod could feel his tail hair growing in, involuntarily swishing around behind him gently fanning his huge butt. There was a big pressure in his rib cage but it waited till he took a deep breath to actually expand, then forcing him to take several more breaths to actually fill his bigger lungs. His entire torso expanded wider taking the more barrel shape of a horse, this pushed his pectoral muscles further forward and caused his taint to stretch longer in the back, creating a much greater distance between anus and balls. This also set his arms further apart and prevented them from being moved on an inward angle- ensuring they were used as legs now only. The expansion of his torso beyond human shape put equal pressure on all parts of the already torn shirt allowing it to hold out longer than you would think it could- but it ultimately still popped. Almost every seam on the shirt burst at the same time, ripping it into several pieces and slingshotting them off his body. Tod supposed Milly made him ruin one of his outfits, so it was only fair he decimate one of hers too. His hair quickly started to advance down his now huge neck and Tod threw his head back to shake his head and neck- enjoying the feeling of the growing mane getting tossed around. His ears gained mobility and flicked to flex their new dexterity as they started to migrate further up his head and his head's mass surged forward. Consistent with his other changes, the bridge of his nose was the first to burst- being made only of cartilage it was easier to mold than bone. The bridge expanded greatly stretching the nostrils huge along with it, then it started to grow out and downward, then his lower jaw started to expand as well, pulling his entire face out. The expanding from the middle pushed his eyes farther apart to the sides of his head. In his mouth his tongue swelled bigger and much longer to try and keep up with the mouth. His teeth grew huge and flat filling much of the space but not all of it- horses had a gap on their jaw between the front teeth used to grab, and the back teeth used to grind. Now a complete stallion, Tod looked like a mix between a gigantic work horse and a riding horse. Big and muscular, but his muscles were not bulky enough to hinder his agility. His fur seemed to fade in all over his body at once, as if his skin had simply darkened. Most of Tod was black except his hair, and the fur immediately above his hooves was dark brown. He was still bigger than Priestess- she was a lithe horse with an ego bigger than her body. Tod was so ready to mount her he took a few steps toward her before remembering the potions he drank when he felt his dick tighten even further. It lifted straight out, almost touching his underside but not quite, and with each pulse it vibrated- too tight to bob. The veins squirmed under the surface and bulged before the shaft started to expand further. He groaned and took half steps back and forth, unable to sit still from the feelings but also not knowing what to do about it other than let it work. His glans inched up to his equine ribs and started to pass the ribs one by one. His balls grew slow but steady as well- their growth did not give off much feeling on its own but their increasing weight did; pulling heavier in the scrotum which also tugged on the sheath. In periodic surges precum would dribble out the head in a short stream as the glans started to inflate- flaring like he was approaching orgasm. The head became tight to the point it became perfectly smooth and shiny as the corona became wider and wider- becoming so huge it also stretched the last tenth of his shaft wider to keep up. It was so wide that it pressed into his stomach even though his shaft remained hovering a half inch off of it. Tod began to involuntarily twitch his hips in stuttered half-humps, unable to resist the feeling of the top curve of the glans dragging on his skin. His balls reached the size of cantaloupes and lifted closer to his body from lack of room in the scrotum- but then started to slowly sink again from weight as the scrotum too joined the growth. His sheath became tight on the base of his dick- it was so fat the middle of both the top and bottom portion of the cock was actually level with the medial ring between them from the bloat- it was looking like an elastic band strangling the cock's mid point. Tod groaned louder, snorting a bit as he closed his eyes and bowed his head. There was too much stimulus already, he closed off one of his senses for now so his brain didn't overload. The sheath flesh tightened even more as the weight of the cock started to tax it- yanking it down away from the body. The dick started to angle itself more toward the ground because it was just too long and thick to possibly hold up from one end. If you held it straight it would be passing his collar bone now! The head stretched even more massive- it was like an inverted satellite dish! He could feel his prostate tighten, both from the swelling mutated load within, and the fact that it was getting so large that it was running out of space and shoving other organs away to make room. Priestess started to back up, seeing what he was packing and getting more afraid that aroused. She was just a normal horse- but she still knew her limits and he was a bigger horse than her to begin with. The meat stick between his legs was starting to look more like a battering ram used to bust down castle gates than anything biological. Tod was breathing heavily and sweating as his cock grew so large its heavy head pressed into the ground- at the same length as the tip of his long horse face. The shaft started to bend irritatingly because it was jamming into the ground from its weight, but when it twitched in pleasure it trembled just enough to nudge it forward- springing forward with the added growth before snagging on the ground and starting to bend again. He finally opened his eyes and whinnied loudly in surprise as the growth surged. His prostate felt like it was being squeezed, but it just ran out of space and crushed his intestines out of the way and still ran out of room. His taint started to swell out fat and round, looking like a shiny black pool noodle wedged between his huge muscular ass cheeks. His balls swelled from cantaloupe sized to medicine balls- and their weight felt similar too. Even the veins in his scrotum throbbed fatter. His shaft was as thick as a fire hydrant, the veins toward the base so bloated they were almost as thick as a normal cock themselves! Tod looked at his dick nervously as it grew longer than his entire body! Ok... this was way too big. He seen Priestess watching him from a distance- out in the night and he did not blame her- this thing would split her in half. Tod quickly looked around for the formstone- he needed to abort this mission, the potion was way stronger than he was expecting; he could not actually have sex like this because he can't fit into any living creature! He stepped over the shredded clothes and placed a hoof on the formstone, cancelling the spell. His form exploded into colored vapor again and he sighed in relief, before looking down at his nine foot long horse cock. Tod yelled so loud in surprise he woke up Milly back in the top floor of the house! By the time she got to the barn to find out what the heck happened, she seen Tod basically spinning in circles on the spot frantic about the state of his body and not knowing what to do! The formstone failed. He looked pleadingly at Milly as his dick throbbed agonizingly hard. The long silence before she spoke was already plenty indication of how badly he fucked up. She explained that not only did that potion bottle contain doses for ten stallions- it prevented the formstone from functioning. The potion only worked on horses, so he turned into a horse to get it to work- but the changes the potion made to him were not part of what the formstone did, so the formstone did not revert them. Tod asked how long the potion lasts for and Milly just shook her head, rummaging through some larger equipment toward the back of the barn. "There is no duration. The potions alter the genes of the subject. It isn't an extension of your form made from mana. It isn't metaphysical like a formstone shape. It's permanent- that is your body now." Though his muscle mass and size reduced back to almost human, his arms and legs were still very much horse shaped, and ended in hooves- though lacked any fur. His torso was more muscular than it should have been, but was at least once again human. His head and neck was human again, but his ears were fur-less horse ears still, and his hairline went down to the base of his human neck giving him a sort-of mane. His eyes were lightened and the iris small enough to show the whites again like a human, but his pupils were horizontal rectangles like a horse. He had a horse tail and his butt was big and round- but within human possible proportions. Most alarming was that all changes to his genitals from both the formstone and the potion remained entirely unchanged at all. His dick was longer than his horse body- in human form it was bigger than his entire body mass. That meant it was impossible for him to go soft- there was no where for all the extra blood to go! Tod leaned a bit on the nearby pen and slowly stood up- his hips and back were human again so he should be able to walk on two legs, even if the legs themselves were horse. He would be right- except he did not account for the weight. About halfway up his bobbing cock yanked him back forward to the ground, clacking on his hooves hard. His dick weighed more than he does, he can't even walk on four legs because the head of his penis would be ramming into the ground. Milly managed to drag out a huge frame, Tod did not know what it was at first till she undid some latches and he seen the padded ring in the middle. It was meant for milking stallions- they mount the frame and shove their dick in the padded ring in the middle like a false vagina and their sperm is collected on the other side. This one was more technical than the old fashioned ones- once properly mounted the horse's weight caused it to slide and lock into a more leaned forward position, cradling the underside of the horse more and putting him at an angle as if covering a mare. Because it fell into that position, it adjusted automatically to the size of the stallion using it- so it was one size fits all. She pulled some pins out from the sides of the padded ring to adjust it to the maximum available size- which would still be a tight fit, but Tod should be able to get through. Tod was too desperate to think about modesty and immediately tried to go to it, having to buck his hips to shuffle forward- getting his dick off the ground for a second at a time. Milly went over and held it up for him to get over and then helped him aim it in. She also had to remove the collection equipment from the other side of the ring, because he had so much cock coming through that it would just break all the equipment. Tod's face was bright red as he started fucking the artificial mount. Milly hummed in thought- trying to plan out a customization for the mount to have a second ring spaced a foot and a half away from the other one- because as-is he had several feet of dick wobbling around on the other side unsupported. Tod reached climax very quickly and groaned long and hard as the high pressure blasts of cum painted a stripe down the entire middle of the barn and even landing in the field a bit. His glans pulsed bigger and smaller in the aftermath as he slowly started to slide back. The pleasure of sliding back caused his prostate to pulse again, telling him he needed more. He slid back in and slowly started to work up speed again. Then he remembered he also drank the potion that increased cum volume... and since it was the same size as the genital growth potion, it was probably meant for ten horses too. "So... there huff is no huh way to turn me completely human? Hooves too? hah" His expression clenched as he exploded into another orgasm. Milly shook her head. "Yea, you are like that forever now. You shouldn't have gotten greedy! Jeez, you boys are always so one track minded. Bigger isn't always better. You have a huge cock now sure- but you can't fuck anything at all, because it's too big to fit in anything! Even this artificial mount doesn't come close to fitting right, I am going to have to custom mod it. At least you will make the money back from the cost of modding it..." He hit yet another orgasm- glad the machine supported him because he had no strength to hold himself in place. "Y-you huff mean from... the foals?" Milly pointed at his still spurting dick. "Well yes, but no. You still have horse genitals, including your prostate- I can tell from the consistency of your cum. Once word gets around that I have a secret prime breeding stud and people get a load of the foals you produced- they will want to get a literal load from you. I can sell your sperm to other ranchers. It's not like you will be able to stop making it anyway." Tod groaned and wheezed as he felt himself approaching a fourth orgasm, in the span of only a couple of minutes. "If... uuugh. If I can't huh be human... huff maybe I should just use...hnngh the formstone, and stay a stallion. At least I might be able hah to move around easier in that body." Milly looked surprised, quickly shaking her head. "Oh god no, do not touch any of those stones ever again! I cannot emphasize this enough- you took the potion dosage equivilant of TEN super studs! For both volume and size! The only reason you dick stopped growing there is because you turned back to human! If you tried to go back horse, your growth would resume! Your dick would be like a fucking milk tanker on the back of a transport truck! If it wasn't for the magic mods you would already be dead because your heart can't circulate that much blood! Your body is human but your heart is still horse- which is keeping you alive in this form, but if you got any bigger you'd be a dead man." Tod's life certainly never returned to normal, but he also could not particularly complain. It felt good, all the time- and besides that, it was entirely his own fault that he ended up like that in the first place. She never told him to touch those potions, he did that all on his own, and neglected to read any of the warnings on the labels, which were clearly marked on each potion. Milly upgraded the barn, expanded the fields for more horses, and renovated her house several times turning it into a little country palace with all the money she made selling his endless supply of mutant sperm. Tod himself faded a bit in mind- sinking into the pleasure. He had to milk his mutant mega shaft so frequently he did not have a lot of time for anything else. And doing nothing but fucking and cumming did not require many brain cells, so he found himself stunted mentally, and even regressed a bit over time, becoming a bit of a dummy. The moral here- don't get greedy; it isn't about getting what you want, its about wanting what you have. And also- size does matter. Too big is a real size, and really annoying to have. You can work around too small with technique, but if you can't even fit in her in the first place you're kinda screwed.
(F TF H Seadragon Mermaid, BE, macro) The ship christened the Baltica cuts across the mild waves of the ocean. Most of her hull space is dedicated to filtering clean water from the ocean below, and harvesting plots of garden on the ship itself. The crew is actually quite small given the size of the immense ship, and that is because she set sail to find new land- so there is no telling how long they will be adrift for. They have an emergency eject button in the form of a magic seal that links back to their homeland- but preferably they use it once they find new land; creating a link between the two land masses to travel between instantly. They cannot simply use it to go back for resources because the rune will burn out its power if it's just out in the middle of nowhere. Thalassa is a woman of the Baltica- beautiful though lacking any and all curves. A beanpole of a figure, but a beautiful face, vibrant seafoam green eyes and plush scarlet lips with naturally long lashes. Her body is quite fit, so you can faintly see her abs on her tight stomach and her lower back is marked with venus dimples. Thal is very tall for a woman as well. Her skin tanned a beautiful bronze and her pale brown hair almost perpetually bleached golden by the unrelenting sun. Her hair is to her mid-back and tied in two places into a loose ponytail. Normally having a woman abroad a ship for long periods of time is asking for trouble- but the Baltica is majority women including the captain, so the male sailors are actually at a disadvantage here. Thalassa had two close friends she has made while on this voyage. Well- and the captain Mirovia; not really a friend, but still a person Thal has come to trust. There is Rheic; a muscular Adonis always flaunting his stuff trying to impress her. They had been dating a very long time ago, but they both changed quite a bit since then. Thal doesn't mind his flirting but has also made it clear she is not jumping the gun to be back in his arms after he already fucked up a chance to be together once before. Rheic is rather pale skinned and has bleach-blond hair and eyes the exact color of the afternoon sky. Then, secretly Thalassa's current lover- Tethys. Tethys is a beautiful woman, and her skin is naturally a pale brown, so it tans just a darker shade of the same brown. Her hair is a glossy black and all the way to her butt- though she is much shorter than Thal, so if you compared their hair alone; it's actually the same length. Also unlike Thal; Tethys' has a small but round bubble butt, and her chest is crowned with two huge, floppy natural K cup melons! Rather than a normal top, she usually wears a band of cloth wrapped around her chest several times, because no normal bikini can contain her boobs- they are too soft and big, they always squirm their way out! That was how Tethys knew to make a move on Thalassa- she caught her gawking at her ripe melons. Like usual, the two snuck off from the others once their duties were taken care of and made their own fun on the ship. Thalassa skittered barefoot in the hull of the ship- the deck overhead was just iron grating so plenty of sunlight got down to the plants below. She ran among trees and shrubs elevated in planter boxes- they have special vents on the side to catch any sea water that gets in and filter the salt so the plants often end up getting automatically watered when the waves get rough. Thal looked around with a giddy smile for Tethys among the plants but did not see her. She climbed up onto the edge of the planters since the wood was dry there, and her bare feet did not make wet slapping sounds with each step, and snuck around. When she caught Tethys, she was so startled she almost slapped herself in the face with her own tits when she jumped! "Gah! I couldn't hear you- hey! Get down from there! That is cheating!" "Haha~ nu-uh. You never said anything about climbing being off limits!" Tethys pouted. "I am already at a disadvantage because I can't run as fast as you because my boobs flop all over the damn place. Did you hear them cheering up there a few minutes ago, though? Wonder what that was." Thalassa shrugged. "Caught a real big fish for dinner? Or maybe some new sort of sea creature- we are far enough out by now that we could run into anything out here. Been on the water long enough by now that it won't take much to amuse the crew." They both hear Mirovia shout 'be careful you moron' from the deck immediately above them, and then Thal seen a brown object fly at her from above before blacking out. She woke about ten minutes later to the warmth of the sun on the deck, with the captain crouched over her and a very worried Tethys nearby. Thalassa got up, rubbing her head and feeling a slight welt where she was hit. "What... happened?" Mirovia sighed. "One of the fisher clods found a relic and in the same breath lost the bloody thing. Fished up an ancient glass bottle afloat on the sea and got excited thinking he had found a hint that land was near. I know the old legends of a mermaid's kiss though, and how it can turn a woman into a mermaid too- sealed often in glass bottles. I told him to be damn careful with it and we could store the relic for an emergency and no sooner than he agrees to keep it safe it slips from his hands... it fit through the grate and clocked you square in the head. Fell far enough that the bottle exploded on impact so... that's gone now." Tethyst nodded slowly. "Well... doesn't that mean there is land near though? Because of gravity, two solid objects will be drawn to each other, waves can carry a bottle off, but for every wave that isn't pulling it out, it will naturally float back in, so they can't drift far from land." Mirovia stood up completely from her crouch. "Aye, but Jared in the crow's nest reports nothing of note. Which is why I immediately jumped to the possibility of it being a mermaid's kiss. Because it shouldn't be able to make it out to the deep seas, and yet it has." Thalassa chuckled, still rubbing the bump on her head where the bottle exploded. "I never took you for the superstitious type Mirovia. Though I guess we are far enough away from the known world that anything is technically possible..." Tethys looked even more worried and motioned downward with her finger. It is now that Thal notices that all the other ship hands are struggling to not stare at her while doing their work. Thalassa looks down slowly and then shrieks in surprise when she spots something fleshy between her legs, under her skirt! Unfortunately when she tries to scramble away from it- it follows her. "What the f-" Thal grabs it and attempts to yank it out of her skirt but is immediately hit with the sensation of herself grabbing it! It is part of her own body. Mirovia offered her a hand to get to her feet again. "Might want to get to yer room before you prod around too much- I ordered everyone to avert their eyes but their curiosity might become stronger than their fear of me." "W-w-what-?" "The start of a mermaids tail, of course! The bottle broke when it hit you- so you got its contents. Don't worry 'bout it none, won't do you any harm. Tis a blessing of the seas!" Tethys helped Thalassa scurry down to her quarters at the rear of the ship's hull- the fewer number of men's quarters are toward the nose of the ship on the opposite side. As soon as she was inside her bedroom Thal whipped down her skirt- her panties are shoved down in the back, wedged against the bottom of the fleshy tail. The tail had no definition at all except for two long and little nubs at the very end... likely where a fin would grow eventually. It is about two feet long already to have been able to poke out of her skirt. It is very soft on the surface but solid within- she can tell it has a good bit of muscle in it. Without scales or fins though, it is hard to believe it is the tail of a mermaid. "I am turning into a mythical fish?!" Tethys looked sympathetic. "A beautiful woman... with a fish tail! Maybe." She said the 'maybe' part quickly, which immediately raised Thal's eyebrow, and caused her to turn to look Tethys in the eyes. "What do you mean maybe? What else could happen?" "W-well... maybe Mirovia knows better the legends, but... if we are talking mermaids in general... they are half woman up top and half sea creature below. Not necessarily a fish. Whale, octopus, eel, jellyfish, crab... b-but there are so many fish in the sea! Surely fish outnumber everything else, so the odds of it being a half fish is a lot higher than anything else!" Thal lowered her brows and wiggled her plump proto-tail. "Well, at least we can scratch crab off the list." Tethys was about to mention that hermit crabs have very big tails, but decided it was better to just leave that unsaid. She snuck up on Thal standing there, because she was too busy examining and flexing her tail around. Tethys put her hands on her shoulder and stole a kiss when Thal turned to look! "Your bottom half could turn into the grimmest creature in the sea and you'd still be more beautiful than anyone else aboard the ship." Thal pressed her forehead into Tethys'. "I knew you'd say something like that. I am less concerned about my looks and more concerned about the fact I won't have legs anymore, and also that my body is changing without my consent or control..." Tethys still held her by the shoulders and twirled her around, inching her toward the bed now. "We make due, if you can't walk, we can get Rheic to carry you, haha. Or just build a house with a moonpool!" Tethys forced her back gently into the foot of the bed, forcing Thalassa to plop down onto it and then Tethys immediately crawled overtop of her on all fours. On all fours- Tethys' soft wobbly melons pulled her shirt out far enough that it brushed Thal's nipples through her shirt. Tethys kissed her twice more in succession before sitting up on her knees and untying her top to let her heavy assets flop into the open- clapping together as the jiggled into a resting position. She then dropped to all fours and squirmed her own bottom off- Thal of course was already bottomless from examining her tail. Tethys rubbed her own honey pot as she shuffled her position- putting her knees between Thal's and further down, while she bent over and gently kissed Thal's little clit, making it pulse in reply. Thalassa squirmed a bit from an odd tension around her hips and especially lower back, and the muscles back there seemed to flex entirely on their own, and draw downward? Tethys seen the flesh of Thal's tail sliding further down the bed... it is growing longer! Tethys put a hand on the tail while still kissing and licking Thalassa's pussy, and she could feel the muscles swelling up and surging downward through the skin, twisting and coiling into the proper structure. It seemed to gain another foot before slowing to a stop. Since the change paused again, Tethys look that as the queue to pull herself forward, keeping her lower body mostly straight to press their pubic mounds together till their hard clits aligned, and then started grinding slowly together, flicking Thalassa's clit with her own! Because Tethys is much shorter, her boobs pooled in Thal's groin in this position- Tethys' head was only as high up as her lower ribs. But because she is looking up Thal's body to see her face, she noticed right away another change! "Thal! Your tits!" Thal was breathless from overstimulation between the tribbing and her changes at the same time, so she had no breath to speak with and only nodded weakly. It felt like an a low-amp electrical surge in her chest up through her breasts and collecting at the nipples which were immediately forced to full erection. The wave of tingling kept coming, and is shadowed immediately by a tightness and a growing heat. Her little breasts started to swell up under her shirt, getting plump and round, then started to becoming shiny and blush pink from internal pressure. By the time Tethys swept a hand up to brush the shirt up over the breasts to expose them, they had started to actually enlarge rather than simply fill out. They started as bubbles and formed into hills. The areola became quite bumpy as the skin there tightened, but then something odd happened... they started to change color- which isn't too unusual on its own, except that they became lighter, not darker. When lactating nipples naturally darken, so they DO change color, but Thal's are becoming more pale. They started a red-brown and lost the rosen hue pigmentation to simply be a soft brown, but then continued to lighten to a powder brown, bizarrely making her nipples lighter color than her tanned skin currently is. And then they lightened even more, turning to more of a yellow- her nipples and areola turned to matte gold. Beads of sweat formed around her chest, and traced the curvature of her swelling breasts- the growth is creating a lot of heat, but unlike her tail; her breasts are mostly fat, which insulates the heat. Tethys ground their pussies together while she watched in awe as the breasts rounded out, and the sweat gathered into a small trail between the breasts and traced a shiny path down to her belly button where it pooled for now. Thalassa was still utterly breathless, and watched while panting as her breasts eclipsed more of her view of Tethys at this angle. Her breasts went from handfuls, then armfuls, then entire shirtfuls. They looked as big as Tethys' tits, except much more round! Because they were grown all at once by the magic, the muscle structure of the breasts and the skin tension were enhanced along with the fat mass, creating breasts almost the size of K cups, but with the shape and bounce of breasts that were only Cs. Once the changes once again tapered off, the skin tension of the breasts relaxed, and she started to sweat less. The skin relaxed so it was no longer pulled shiny and the breasts naturally divided themselves, half-covering her arms and they plopped to the side, so her chest still had a flat valley in the middle. Tethys noticed have rapidly Thal's pussy is quivering and knew this micro orgasm was the verge of the greater, and pressed herself tightly against her. Their soft, plush, rubbery labia squishing together while the turgid, erect clits ground together in complete contrast. Neither noticed but as the orgasm hit, fat veins bulged at the base of Thal's clit. Their juiced mixed as their lower bodies shivered and quaked in hot, shared orgasm. Tethys almost collapsed on top of her right after, but mustered the strength to drag herself further up, squishing their breasts together and then collapsed! Of course- there is not enough room for two sets of breasts that big between their bodies- even squished as much as possible they are too big. So the result is they became squished together and then shoved out to the sides a ways. Tethys' breasts are much softer than Thal's, so they can conform to pretty much any shape big enough to fit them. Both women smiled as they caught each other- both reached up at the same time to grab into the flesh of the others' breasts bulging out their sides. They both went to sleep in Thal's bed, even though it was only the afternoon still. Thalassa woke up to find Tethys gone, and in her place a peach on the night table- Tethys is one of the arborium's keepers, so she likely had to go tend the plants and didn't want to disturb Thal. Thal's job aboard the Baltica is as a shipwright. She repairs the ship of any wear and tear; so some days she has too much work and some days she has absolutely none. It isn't like there are any rocks to hit in the middle of nowhere, so all she has to do is general maintenance here and there. The worst part of her job is diving beside the ship when the sails are down and hacking the barnacles off the side of the hull trying to eat it. That is why she is so fit, with such a tight stomach- lots of swimming, and swimming is a full body exercise. She sat up on the side of her bed and almost fell off it as the new weight of her huge breasts hit her for the first time. When she got up she nearly fell over again, noticing only now just how long her tail has become. It seems to have gained another foot in her sleep! It is to the floor when fully standing! Suddenly her modest cabin seems a bit more claustrophobic. It causes her to struggle a bit- especially her breasts being able to reach things before she can. When trying to brush her teeth, her boobs squish against the cold counter and partially into the sink, getting her shirt damp if the sink has been used recently. She does not have her own bathroom of course- most of the ship is dedicated to water and food. The men have one bathroom at the front, the women have one in the back- that is it. Someone needed to use the bathroom right after her, and when she opened the door the other woman almost stumbled back onto her butt in shock of the huge tits that popped out of the door. Thal's breasts actually look bigger than Tethys' when standing because they are more pert, and stay higher on her chest, which also makes them project further out, even though their mass is actually slightly less. Her shirt was also holding them still higher than that. The shirt used to fit fine, covering her torso and upper arms, but now it covers her breasts and upper arms- that is it. Her breasts are packed into her shirt so tightly that the shirt doesn't actually touch her body at all other than in the very back- so her midriff is entirely exposed and if you are shorter than her; you will be able to see the underside of her boobs, because there isn't enough fabric to wrap all the way around them. Thalassa blushed and hurried away before the stunned woman could stutter any comments. It is night now- so it feels odd being well rested and just waking up when the sky is already black. Tethys might even have gone to sleep in her own room given how late it is, but probably not. As soon as you exit the crew cabin area you enter the giant storage hull, which smells faintly of dried reserves and a bit musty from all the wooden crates, ropes, tools and such stowed away. It is a bit intimidating to walk around in because of how many giant crates and barrels are stacked around, but they weigh so much that the ship would need to turn sideways for them to even budge- and they are all tied in place besides. Thalassa pauses and looks at her tail, lifting it a bit. Did it drag a little on the floor when she left her room? When the other changes hit it was a fast buildup and then the changes hit when the feeling reached a head, and surged into her body, then when it tapered off the changes stopped. If a change was a slow trickle though- the feeling might be too subtle for her to pick up on. She certainly does not look like a mermaid at the moment, so clearly there are plenty of changes to come. Normally she would go check if anyone is playing any games in the mess hall, but in her current state Thal knows she would just get gawked at- by men and women alike. She walked through the storage area slowly since she had no actual destination in mind, but by the time she got to the end of the giant area her hands felt odd. It felt like someone squishing the ends of her finger inward and tugging gently on it sort of. Thalassa looked down in time to see her left ring finger's fingernail start to darken at the base, and then the nail compressed becoming more narrow, but then the darkness spread up through it as the material of the nail also thickened! Then the same happened to her index and pinky finger on the right hand, then her left thumb- it was happening to all of them eventually- by the time the first nail finished changing the last was starting. They all became small black claws! That made her furrow her brows. Mermaids are fish from the hip down... from the hip up they are human- so why would her hands change at all? Is she actually changing into a mermaid? Does anyone actually know for sure?? Now she continued onward with a bit more speed; she wanted to find Captain Mirovia to ask her about these changes. She seemed to be the only one who was familiar with the legends of the mermaid's kiss. The next section is even larger than the last- the Arborium. She spotted Tethys on a ladder, pruning some dead growth off one of the fruit trees, but deliberately avoided going past to let her work in peace. The air was immediately fresh walking into this area of the ship, fresh, cool, and almost sweet with earthen scents. Overhead the deck was mostly just iron grates so you can see some of the starlight of the night from down here, and can tell where the moon is by where the shadows fall. It is almost hazardously dark at night down here though, because the plants hate the presence of torch or lantern flame, so artificial lighting is very minimal in this area. Once on deck there was plenty of lantern light and moonlight illuminating things, and so workers she passed paused to look at her. They were trying to be subtle about it but... yea. They aren't good at it. Everyone was expecting a tail- no one was expecting her tits to go from little mounds of chub to obese micro-planets. She felt a very subtle tingling in her tail- the feeling is actually her own muscles all very slowly tensing up in tandem, in anticipation of changes on the way. This was the build up to another burst of change, which made her search for the captain all the more hurried. Rheic spotted her looking around hastily and took the change to run over to her. "Hey! How are you holding up? Are you okay? What..." His brain went dead for a moment, staring directly at her breasts. "What does it feel like?" "Ah... Rheic, do you know where Mirovia is? I need to ask her something." He shook his head. "She is at the nose of the ship scolding some dumb fuck who thought it would be funny to joke about mutiny. Well, Frank didn't think it was a joke and went straight to the captain with it." "D-damnit... I can feel more changes coming! Everyone is going to see meee..." Her face turned bright red. Rheic stepped to the side, though still facing her, then took her shoulders and went in for a kiss! What the- at a time like this?! Then Thalassa realized his body is blocking the line of sight of the workers at the sides of the deck. Rheic is shielding her. They deliberately avert their eyes from them kissing. His lips over hers also helps muffle her unintentional moans as her tail now swells even larger! The base is becoming so thick that it is actually removing the inner curvature of her butt cheeks to make room, which shoves her anus forward a little bit. It already reaches the ground when fully standing, so the added length now squirms along the ground- bunching up at first and then wobbling loose. This time its size is not the only thing to change- the two little nubs now stretch out further as well at its end! When the fin segment on either side grew out they at first were shaped vaguely like knife blades. Once they became larger than a human hand, the shape started to become rounder, taking on more of a leaf shape. Rheic could not hold a kiss for that long, so he broke off and looked down at the tail growing while it was still happening. Thalassa could hold her breath a hell of a lot longer than he could, since her job requires her head under water for a good time. Usually shipwrights work in dry-docks, but they don't have that luxury in the middle of the ocean. "What does it feel like? Like, all tingly and weird? Can you feel where the magic is coming from?" Thal lowered her brows. "I can't feel the magic at all. All the feelings a-ah~...a-are coming from my body i-itself. The muscles stiffen and swell up, then move down and relax, over and o-ohh...ver." She flipped the end of her tail. "Oh- that is new." They both looked at her fin, now quite large, and the upper edge where it is the thinnest now connected all the way across, uniting the two sections. The furthest edge up was thick and meaty. By the time the growth stopped this time, her tail had at least two feet of length just resting on the ground! Thalassa sighed, trying to compose her thoughts again and looked up at the starry sky above. If you look down at the rippling reflection of the moon, it looks like the ship is going so fast. But then you look at the sky and the stars barely move at all. "Oooh, I gotta get out of here and wait for the captain to be done. Maybe I should just go back to my cabin." "Here, let's go back to my cabin!" "Why yours?" "Men's cabins are at the front- closer to where the captain is right now. I can carry you there so people shouldn't gawk." Thal grunt in mild frustration but didn't raise any complains, so Rheic scooped her up off her feet. They both squirmed a bit awkwardly so she could lift her tail up and wrap it around his arm once to make sure it isn't dragging on the ground to trip him. Thalassa knew where this was going, but her situation made her more deprived of alternatives than she would normally be. Fine, you win this time romeo. To get to the men's cabins they pass through the water filtration plant, which is rather loud when you are walking through the middle of it. Beyond that is the weapon storage area- which hopefully they never actually need to use. The Baltica is armed with some very powerful cannons- though not many of them. Another man was coming out of his cabin and looked like he was going to faint for a moment when he seen Thalassa in Rheic's arms-or more specifically her giant tits- but after a few seconds; quickly scrambled back to what he was already doing out of fear of Rheic punching his teeth out. Once in his room, he let her down on the foot of the bed and locked the door behind him. Thal squirmed all her limbs up onto the bed and turned to the side so she could lift her tail up and look at it closer. The tail fin sort of resembled a dolphin tail, but it was oddly thin at the very edge, so it seems like this is still not its final form. The way her tail worked right now was also more serpentine than piscine. It is relatively thin and has a lot of flexibility to it. She shivered, but not from cold- from a warmth building up on the surface, telling her another wave of changes was about to start. "Ooh, what is it this time?" "Changing again?" "Yea, I think on my back?" Obviously she cannot look at her own back, so she twisted around and pulled her shirt up in the back to see if Rheic could see what was happening. Her skin seemed to become pale and bubble up a bit in the very middle of her back. Then another shallow bump, then another and another! At first it almost looked like her skin was shedding or something, because it was getting more pale. It was not turning white though- like her areola the skin was turning golden. The growth started at two points- her upper middle back, and at the very start of her tail at her lower back. The growth of malformed skin spread faster up and down than it did outward to the sides, but it did eventually spread out too. Once it spread far enough from the point of origin the first bumps hardened even more, and the golden coloration deepened before the bump seemed to pop off partially! The surface became smooth to the point of giving the golden coloration a metallic sheen. "A... rash?" "The transformation is giving me a skin condition?!" "Wait no- scales!" Her heart jumped at that. "W-why?!" "Because mermaids... have scales?" "Not ABOVE the hip they don't!" "...oh. Yea, I guess that is odd." Thalassa groaned and squirmed quite a lot- flinching and scrunching up her back from the sensation of her skin almost literally crawling. The sections hardened into scales, dividing from her except at the root once it absorbed enough keratin to be a proper scale, and then a second wave of changes grew scales between those ones- so that they are all half-eclipsed by one another. The scales are shaped like rounded triangles; or tiny heater shields. The single bottom point is the one that hangs furthest from her, but is not sharp enough to make her hide abrasive. When the scale growth started to wrap around the base of her tail, Thal nearly jumped off the bed from the sensation reaching more tender skin- and encroaching on her privates! Rheic had to back up a bit, because her tail was thrashing around and nearly slapped him several times by accident. The scales spread to her shoulders and started to wrap around but then stopped. They barely made it onto her neck in the back only. On her lower torso they stopped at her sides. Her tail however became almost entirely wrapped in the scales except for the body of her fin, and a long triangle of flesh trailing from her crotch. Even when the change stopped Rheic kept his distance, and let her explore first, forcing himself to keep his mouth shut. Thal hooked a claw under the scales and flicked them to see how they attached to her- the flat top of the rounded triangle shape is where it grew from her actual flesh. Good thing she isn't half shark. Shark's technically don't have scales- they are mini teeth. A shark is 100% covered in teeth. When she brushes the scales downward they are so smooth it almost feels like she is slimy or wet even though she is completely dry. They are almost all gold- except for the underside of her tail. Extending from the naked patch at the very base, the underside of her tail actually has silver scales, not gold. At regular intervals, the silver scales advance a bit further up in the shape of small stripes. But again the changes are too far up- her entire backside is covered... they shouldn't go any higher than her hips. Of course that is assuming she is half fish, which she may not be. "Great... still no idea what I am turning into or where it will stop. I shouldn't change above the hips, but I am." Rheic gave her a sympathetic smile and stepped forward again. "Hey, it will be okay, you still look beautiful-" Thal rolled her eyes. "Aaalright. Tethys already used those lines. This is where you move in and make out to show me you don't mind the changes?" "Ah....w-well..." He furrowed his brow for a moment. "Wait, Tethys...?" Thal's face immediately turned bright red. "S-shut up! Don't pry!" "Well, it is true anyway, you do still look beautiful, so what am I supposed to do, lie and make you feel bad while doing it?" Thal shook her tits back and forth- her shirt contained them so tightly they merely bounced from side to side. "Of course, I have these, so how could a man resist right?" Rheic sighed, putting his hands on his hips. "Well that is a little unfair. Obviously a trap- if I say they aren't hot I am a liar, and if I agree it makes me seem like a horny ape." "Nngh. Sorry. I am on edge because of all this, y'know? I am freaked out changing into some unknown creature and there is nothing I can do about it. I know what you are doing getting me down here anyway. The kiss, carrying me, taking me to your cabin instead of mine." "I-I was helping you hide, and figured you would rather be with someone you know than alone in your cabin with nothing to do?" Thal chuckled. "Right, but there are any number of ways you could have helped." She held out her clawed hands to take. "Look, I didn't say no. Just don't underestimate me Rheic- that is how you lost me last time." He locked his fingers with hers and pushed her back, pinning her clawed hands to the bed as he got up onto her. While contained in her shirt- her tits are so large they actually press up against his chest when he is on all fours, even though she is laying on her back. He let go of her hands to gingerly take the edges of her shirt and pull it off, but it's so tight that her breasts move with the shirt. He has to shimmy it to pull only one side out first- once one boob is out the other is held loosely enough that he can pull the shirt off normally. Once outside of the constraints of fabric they no longer fill the gap between their bodies, and slosh to the sides, partially covering her arms, though they are pert enough that they cannot completely slide off her chest. This is the first time he has seen them bare at this side, and also her now golden nipples. She blushed and looked a bit bashful. "G-go on. I haven't had that much time between all my changes to explore them much myself. I never imagined having a rack that matched Tethys'. If I had gotten them under a different context I would probably have been locked in my room fondling them for three days straight." He grabbed her breasts but she was quick to tell him to go harder. Rheic leaned forward putting more of his weight to his hands as they sunk into the soft titty flesh. If he did this to Tethys his hands might vanish entirely into her flesh- but Thalassa's breasts are rubbery enough that they refuse to lose their form completely even under that might weight. The flesh billows up forming individual hills between his fingers and bulges out the sides; her skin becoming shiny as its pulled smoother by tension. Thal surprised him and laughed out loud when she brought her tail up and slapped his ass with her tail fin, louder than she intended to. He smirked and sat up straight to pull his shirt off and she hushed up once his muscles were on display. Rheic isn't a particularly large man, but he is built like a fortress. His pectoral muscles are large enough to probably fill a C cup. She can wedge an entire finger between his abdominal muscles. Hoisting the anchor and pulling on the ropes of the vast mast of the ship are not easy jobs, you can't do that if you aren't strong already. Even hoisting the fishing nets is heavy work because of just how much net there is, and the sheer number of things they can potentially catch. She traces the veins leading down to his crotch as he undoes his jeans to slip them off. He is pretty damn hairy down there, but since he is also blond it doesn't look like as much of a jungle as it actually is. Rheic's dick is pretty big too, which she remembers well. Not especially large but pretty damn girthy for how long it is. He thrust in and balanced his hands on her breasts as he rode her. Thal closed her eyes and tossed her head back to enjoy the ride, her long hair fanned out across the bed around her, radiating out from her head like rays from the sun. The under layer of her hair is brown rather than the gold the rest of it is, because the sun cannot bleach those hairs. Rheic tugged down on her breasts when he thrust in, using them sort of like handles, and Thal had no complaints- it feels great to have them kneaded like bakers dough. Her pussy was immediately wet, but after a minute of thrusting into her, Rheic noticed something poking back. He looked at her pussy and noticed her clit is much larger than he remembered it being- so big that it pokes his crotch when he thrusts in! Every time he thrust in her vaginal walls contracted from the pleasure, hugging his dick, but also her clit throbbed and swelled larger! He watched it mesmerized as each thrust seemed to pump it a little larger. He was not sure if Thal already knew about it, and did not want to call attention to it at risk of ruining the moment- her eyes are closed right now so she is unaware she is changing. The pleasure of the sex is overwhelming the sensations of the change. The clit started to bend up against Rheic's crotch, parting the forest of his pubes. It looked like a chubby finger at this point! But because the angle changed; Rheic now noticed that the base of the clit had expanded as well, to consume the urethra, which means she has nowhere to pee from at the moment. The very base of the clit was pretty wide, and covered in fat veins as well. When he thrust in, the clit grinds against his body, making her shiver in pleasure every single time... but also, makes her clit still larger. It is stiff so once it gets big enough, it starts to feel like her clit is trying to shove him off- pushing against his crotch and bent at an angle it was too turgid to hold. He reluctantly slowed down. "Uhhh... Thal?" "Hmmmm?" "Do you... know about this?" She opened her eyes and immediately pulled off his dick and scrambled back, almost falling off the bed as if she could somehow run from her newest mutation. She very gently touched it, like it were some sort of alien latched onto her. Thal immediately moaned and her pussy clenched at the touch. Unlike your standard penis- this is still grown from her clit, which is generally a bit too sensitive to be touched directly like that. In its growth some of the nerves have been spaced out however, automatically adjusting the sensitivity to be a bit more manageable. She nudged it with a fingertip again and rubbed it up and down for a moment, moaning again. It clenched and throbbed quicker, and then in a surge it seemed to bulge at the base upward! When the girth increase reached the end, there was a quiet smeck sound as a hold opened on the tip of it and immediately burbled out some precum! Her urethra has re-connected through it- her clit is now a penis! A mermaid is always female from the hip up... but there are no rules dictating she is female from the hip down. The random sea creature she got paired with happened to be male. The womb and ovaries however are ABOVE the hip slightly, which means they cannot be removed, so Thal still has a pussy, just... a dick instead of a clit. "Well... that is... awkward." "Uh... do you... want to try it?" She blushed immediately. "Really? You aren't turned off?" "Hell no, it's still part of you, and you're still a woman. Shits hot as fuck." She slowly scoot her way across the bed to him and pushed Rheic down this time. She aligned her new phallus with his- it is already almost the same size, though hers doesn't seem to have any visible glans, it is just a tapered pillar. "Looks like a dork." "How can a dick look nerdy?" She flicked his forehead. "A dork is a whale penis, dumbass." She rubbed the two shafts together, arching her spine back and unintentionally also arching her tail up behind her from the sensation. Both shafts slick with their shared fluids, feeling the throbbing pulses from the other in each. Her pussy was still drooling juices and warming his balls below. After only a few seconds he noticed she is now longer than he is- it is still growing! It grows in small pulses- the same that send her pleasure from the increasing tension. After a minute she pulled back and sat on her butt a moment, looking at him as if to ask if it was okay still and Rheic nodded to her to go ahead. So she slid her new penis into him slowly- though there was no trouble going in; not only is it well lubed already, but being tapered and smooth there isn't anything to catch on. Although the veins that lived in just the base of it were starting to bulge more prominently further up the shaft slowly. She got down onto all fours so her tits spread out on the middle of his body for him to grab and play with while she thrust into him. His own dick bobbed with each thrust, spitting more and more pre in its own pleasure, but she was moaning more than him still. The pre filled the crevice of his belly button and his abs and started to overflow off his sides. Thalassa has obviously never known what penetrating someone else was like, and her new sensitive pink pillar was throbbing like nuts. Her pussy fluttered in micro-orgasms. Her thrusts were stuttered because of the muscle spasms her repeated small orgasms were giving her. But Rheic knew it was something else too- her shaft was throbbing unusually hard. Like; it was growing in small spurts, not just bucking in contraction. With every thrust she got it a bit deeper, and deeper still. Bigger and bigger she grew, already bigger than he is before she even put it in! As hot as it is, and great as it felt- Rheic isn't sure how he feels knowing a woman has a larger penis than he does. And probably starting to get bigger than any normal man has. The more aggressive she thrust into him, the further up and down his body her tits rolled their soft flesh. Rheic was starting to clench his groin muscles- deliberately trying to stop himself from cumming at this point, because he at least wanted to be able to last longer than her. Her cock became so massive his prostate was being squished regardless of how it was angled- the base of her shaft is so thick that it cannot avoid hitting his prostate. You don't need aim if you just hit everything at once. It was getting so long he could actually feel it hit a fold in his colon and bend around the curvature to dig even deeper into his body! It was starting to feel like he is being skewered! Is this what a hand puppet feels with someone's arm shoved up in them? Even through his tight abs you can easily see a huge bulge shoving up into him from within. Thalassa was starting to moan and gasp so frequently from pleasure overload that she was practically hyperventilating. She is shuddering from the orgasmic surges so violently she can barely hold herself up at all! The soft flesh of her pubic mound was starting to get bunched up a bit at the base, because the base of her cock is so wide its shoving everything else out of the way to make room! Rheic starts to unintentionally gasp as well- she is shoving so deep into him now that she is knocking the air out of him! Her dick must be monumentally enormous by now! It is STILL growing! She can't even put it all in anymore! More and more of the neon pink base is exposed outside of his butt even when she thrusts in because there isn't any room left! The veins alone at the base are almost as thick as her pinky finger, and look like a pale violet in contrast to the neon pink. So much shaft started to expose itself that she almost bent it on accident when thrusting in. She bowed down, causing her boobs to squish forward and support her chin like a mobile pillow. The pleasure is peaking too high for her to even thrust properly, but the rapid throbs from her enormous phallus do not slow down in the least- she is beyond the point of no return, even if she did absolutely nothing the climax was already on its way, no refunds. Which was good for Rheic, because he also could not hold it in any more, for as hard as he was trying to. Rheic ended up shooting first, and his hot load coating the underside of her breasts set Thal the rest of the way and she shrieked in pleasure before erupting into him! He actually felt her shooting a full second before anything even came out- her cock is so long her cum has travel time. She has no balls, so her cum is devoid of sperm, but still white so she does have seminal vesicles, and a prostate. When she started to pull out it was like watching clows emerge from a clown car- both of them watching to see just how much of it is in there. At the base it is as thick as her arm is! Inch after inch she pulled out of him, finally getting it all out and flopped it down on his crotch. Or, starting from his crotch. Her dick is long enough to cover his entire torso up to his collar bone even as it is softening already. Looking at its soft mass slowly retracting beside his own dick is like a size comparison between a garter snake and a python. Her dick is so monstrously huge in comparison it looks like it could EAT his penis. The mass seemed to oddly vanish into her, inch by inch. The groaned as it happened, because it is retracting into an internal sheath that runs parallel to her pussy- so her vaginal passage is sort of collapsing in on itself to make room for all the cock. Once it was all packed away, it still stuck out as a chubby soft cone of flesh, which means she cannot wear panties or it will rub on the fabric and wake the beast. Rheic managed to sneak her into the men's shower and they got cleaned up together before returning to his room and she slept with him the night. Thalassa dread the raised eyebrows if anyone spots her leaving his room tomorrow morning, but, at least one other guy seen her coming last night already so the cat was already out of the bag technically. Thal isn't sure she would say they are back together just yet... she considered tonight his first re-examination since they split. Thalassa quickly scrambled to get dressed- Rheic folded her clothes neatly and left them on a chair in the corner. She had to forgo panties- Rheic could keep those as a souvenir. Thanks to how loose a skirt is, she is still able to wear one in spite of all her mutations. Her shirt still fit, but it was quite a struggle to stuff her boobs into it. It held them so high and far out that she could not see the floor almost five feet in front of herself, because her own tits blocked the view. The ladder to get to the main deck from the hull was also extremely difficult to use, because her breasts completely fill the gap between her and the ladder, so her nipples squish over every rung. Once on deck it did not take her long to find the captain at least- Mirovia is leaned against the mast with her arms crossed and eyes closed. Was probably up late into the night knocking sense into her crew. "Captain!" "Aye?" Mirovia opened only one eye, but then quickly the other when she seen Thal's new shape. "You are the only one who is familiar with the legends... are you SURE I am turning into a mermaid?! I have scales, and claws and... I am growing webbed hands! Mermaids are supposed to be human from the hip up!" "Mostly, aye. There are rarer species of mermaids though, that adopt properties above too. Yer top half should always be mostly human, no matter what. But not necessarily entirely human." "I don't suppose there is a way to... reverse this 'blessing of the sea' y'know, if we needed to? Or I turn into some deep sea nightmare?" "None anyone has ever recorded, no. Not to say it doesn't exist, but we certainly don't have a way. Besides, you look fine so far." She chuckled and pat her own chest. "It has given ya a bit of extra padding to boot!" "Aha... yea. Fun, not exactly practical, so a little weird it would be part of the change, but I am not complaining." "Nonsense! Breasts are buoyant, they will help ya float in the sea! And-" She pulled her jacket collar down to reveal several scars on her right breast. "-they're good for keeping stab wounds off yer more vital organs." "...ouch. That must have hurt like a bitch." She shrugged. "Not as much as me leg." Thalassa nodded, glancing down at the captains legs. The captain wore a skirt that was longer on one side than the other- her thigh is exposed on the right side but the skirt covers to her shin on the left. "You walk with a limp in your left leg, what happened?" "Just a real hell of a bar brawl when I was in me mid-twenties. Doctor basically told me it would be easier for them to just replace my shin than to try and glue together the remains of me old one. So, since they were making a new metal one anyway- I had them give me an upgrade." She brought her leg up to expose the segmented metal kneecap amid the rest of her seemingly otherwise flesh and blood leg. The kneecap had a metal loop in the middle of it, oddly. Mirovia bopped her fist against the knee, releasing a spring-lock, then hooked her finger in the loop and pulled a small gold flintlock rifle from INSIDE of her left leg! Her shin bone was replaced with a holster, to hide her gun in! She turned it to show Thal the silver-inlaid name on the side of the barrel; 'Best Foot'. Mirovia slid the gun back into her leg. "I always put me best foot forward." And that's why you don't fuck with the captain. Suddenly the ship violently jerked, and Mirovia ordered them to drop the anchor quickly- so whatever they hit didn't shred the entire length of the hull! Jared is up in the crow's nest and didn't say a thing. Whatever they hit isn't visible above the surface of the water. Mirovia pat Thal on the shoulder and told her it was time to put her tail to use. The captain quickly summoned the rest of the shipwrights and sent them into the brine to see what happened. Luckily the object that hit them didn't rip a very big hole- it was still a good sized hole, and the object lanced far into the ship. Had someone been down on the engine level, they may have been skewered. They worked to pack the wound on the inside to keep the water out for now while Thalassa dove into the waters on the outside with two others to start actually mending it. First they needed to remove the object from the hull. It was nothing any of them had expected. They assumed rocks, which it generally is. Instead what they hit was wood. They are skewered on the mast of a sunken ship! Thalassa thought her tail would immediately freeze in the ocean waters once she got low enough, but it actually felt perfectly fine. Her golden scales seem to negate heat transfer. This is the first time she actually tried to use her tail, and it is a bit awkward. The tail fin at the end is great at pushing water and propelling her forward- the problem is that it is a lot longer than it is thick, making it awkward to aim. To propel her forward the tail needs to face straight backwards when she paddles it, but she keeps trying to move it like a serpent would, which... doesn't work for swimming. She isn't a water snake. Though she is not happy about having webbed hands- they definitely help, and as she uses them she can feel the webbing pulling further out, down the length of her fingers to fully fill in the gaps. Removing a mast from the Baltica was easier than stone- they did not have to move the ship itself, they can just break the mast. Salt water prevents the bacteria that would normally decay the wood- so this ship could have sat here for any number of ages, so there is no telling how recent the wreck is. The fact that SOMEONE came here before them means there must be land... relatively close, right? Thalassa noticed another change she had been completely unaware of by accident- when she first seen what lanced them, she foolishly gasped in shock... while underwater. And she is fine. She can breathe underwater and above just the same, which REALLY helped her work. Unlike the others she did not require a diving bell or to dart back to the surface every two or three minutes. She can just stay under the surface till the job is done. It also meant she could go deeper than any other person could, without immediately risking her life. She traced the mast down to the ship- though at that depth and with the Baltica overhead, there was not much light for her to see anything with. No wonder the mast lanced them instead of just snapping like a twig- the ship below them is absolutely enormous! It must be almost as big as the Baltica itself! They folks on the distant shore must have had the same idea, but something sent them to the bottom. The sails are long gone, so any flags it may have bore are also gone. It is covered in sand and some plants that have wedged into the cracks, and the hull of the ship is starting to come apart from the bottom up- coral formations are eating the rust from the metal bolts and bands holding her together, leaving just the wood itself. She heard someone calling for her to help up at the wound in Baltica though, so Thal returned to the surface before getting any ideas about rummaging for treasure on the sunken behemoth. Thalassa is still very much unsure of her changes, but she must admit- that repair job was a hundred times faster and easier because of them. She can stay in the water indefinitely, and swim at least twice as fast as anyone else. As the day went on however, her tail would pulse, and send tingles into her legs, taking strength away from them and making her stumble several times. Mermaids do not have legs... she had been hoping to somehow avoid losing them, but it feels like she is quickly running out of time. Before that though, while playing a game of cards in the mess hall to pass time later like she normally would- one of the women she was playing against was quick to point out her discolored skin! Thal quickly looked and seen the same process that she had gone through before- except now at her elbows, then her forearms. The scales spread to her hands and even fingers, growing down to their tips- but did not touch the inside of her hands or arms, only the outside. The scales also got extremely small the further down her hand they went- the scales around her claws are no larger than a small bead while the scales on her tail and back are about the size of a doubloon. The scales wrapped around the sides of her neck as well, but not the front. Worryingly; Thalassa also tensed up as she felt her skin shifting as the scales advanced onto her head as well! Her ears became pointed, and their backs covered in tiny scales, and the scales encroached on the sides of her face- moving the furthest forward on her forehead, but no further. Unlike her tail- where silver scales would be; she has human flesh still. That did not stop her golden scales from being slightly interrupted by silver stripes at regular intervals up her entire body. But again her changes slowed to a stop here. They come in waves, much like the tide. Tethys spotted her as she was leaving and quickly stole her away to ask about what all had happened to her body since they last encountered each other. Tethys still had work to be done though, so after a bit of catching up they had to divide again. Rheic was working the nets again with the other men so he is busy to. Thal just wandered the deck, letting the sun warm her as she wandered aimlessly. The next change hit her rather suddenly, because it branched first from her bones, so the sensation of the change hit her before the usual pre-sensation. She scrunched up her back again and this time felt rapid growth right in the middle of her back, between her shoulder blades! Whatever it was is shoving against the back of her shirt, which is yanking the fabric into the front of her giant boobs so hard her nipples look like they are trying to rip holes in it. The object started to move down, and she unintentionally made it move. A new limb?! On her back?! She thought maybe dorsal fin, but... they are not mobile like that- what she is growing now has a notable joint in the middle of it. With a groan she reluctantly grabbed her shirt to pull it off, but when she did it snagged on the new growth! Ah crap- the limb is growing downward, so pulling the shirt up snags on it, she can't get it off, but its smothering the new growth. Thalassa really didn't want to, but ran to the next nearest crew mate she could find, who was thankfully another woman- the majority are female. Because the shirt is so damn tight, the other woman suggested what Thal had feared- it needed to be cut off. The woman pulled out a knife meant to flay fish- but thankfully still clean and the moment the blade touched Thal's shirt the over-pressurized garment exploded in half, holding on by the sleeves only. Her giant breasts lunged forward from being released suddenly, then bounced off each other before clapping back together loudly. More alarmingly, the woman told her that the new growth looked like a giant plucked chicken wing! But... there is only one, dead-center in her back. It did not even grow a shoulder blade because of its position- its base is cupped by what is essentially two giant knuckle joints locked to her vertebrae on the reverse side. The mono-wing grew larger and flexed automatically without Thal doing anything. She had control over it, but it was also moving on its own, making it impossible to control while it was still growing in. When it stretched out, the skin on its back stretched outward more and more every time, pulling a membrane out further and further. In roughly twelve minutes the growth finished and Thal had what looked like a dragon's wing, but... just one. "Sea dragon." "H-huh?" "It must be the dorsal fin of a sea dragon- that must be what your other half is." Thalassa is unable to move it left or right at all, but it has two joints in the 'fin' and one in the base, so she has limited up-down movement, and can extend or retract it fully. The entire wing, including the membrane is covered in her golden scales. Thalassa groaned, cupping her hands over her nipples to cover her breasts the best she could. "How the hell am I supposed to wear shirts now?!" The woman laughed and shrugged. "I don't think you are. Most of the crew are women anyway, and if the men get caught ogling you for long the captain will put their eyes out." They both looked up to Jared shouting from the crows nest. "I see another ship! She is on the horizon, west north west! Another bloody ship, but she is making a bee-line the opposite way!" They both quickly looked in the direction he gave but seen absolutely nothing. "Uh, maybe you've been up there too long Jared?" "I ain't stir crazy woman! I see it with me down darn eyes, she is a vast vessel at that! Maybe even bigger than Baltica! It is too far out for ye to see from the damn deck. We would never catch it, but I need to report this to the captain immediately!" Jared scrambled down from the crows nest quickly and the two women just looked at each other and laughed. "A country of giants perhaps, and all their ships are massive!" Thal nodded, though put a bit more thought into it. "Actually the shipwreck that skewered us earlier was very large too- I mean, large enough to stop Baltica in its tracks. Jared may have actually seen something, at least someone was here before at some point. Not going to lie, the prospect of finally making landfall is exciting as hell." "Aye, but..." She pointed straight up into the sky. "We have not seen so much as a seabird. There is zero signs of land anywhere near us still. Not even an island, never mind a new world." True enough- if they were remotely close to a landmass at the very least they would see birds at some point. The Baltica can stay stocked and chugging along for years to come, but as you can imagine the crew would like to find land again sooner than later. The seas have been calm for quite some time, and no one was looking forward to finding out how furious the waters become in a storm this far out. Later that evening on her way back to her quarters, Thal was walking very slow. Her legs were half asleep and not waking up now. Her tail was pushing on them, trying to grow. She was biting her lip trying to will the changes to back off for a little bit longer. She got to the base of the ladder and was immediately spotted by Rheic, but also Tethys from the opposite side. They both called to her at the same moment! Thalassa wasn't even able to reply other than to cry out in surprise as her tail throbbed in size! Their calling to her broke her concentration and her willing the changes off failed. Rheic rushed to her side and picked her up, seeing her legs became immediately shaky. "Don't worry, you can hang out in my room." Tethys furrowed her brows. "Uuuh, she has her own room." "W-well I just-" "Nnngh, got my own room Rheic. Hurry. Tethys comes too." "R-right..." They all rushed back to Thal's quarters- though a bit cramped with all three of them in there at once. As soon as Rheic let her down on the bed she faced the head of the bed on all fours and arched her back from the feelings. Her tail started to grow thicker, swallowing up her glutes to erase the shape of her butt! Her leg and foot joints all made dull pops as they shifted rapidly and her legs started to shrink and deform. Her tail became so enormous at the base that her anus was swallowed up by it, so her anus is now on the base of the tail and facing forward. The gap of silver scales started to close in as well, forming a loose cover over her anus- so it is only visible when flexed open. What looked like steam at first started to pore from her mouth as she panted. Her breath is actually freezing in the air, or, more accurately the air is freezing in her breath. Sea dragons can breathe ice. She flexed open the new fin on her back, surprising both guests and accidentally almost swatting the lantern off the roof. The tail thickened down its entire length- though obviously still tapered off at the end. The rigid fin toward its base grew in size, but did not change its form at all. The looser skin flap fins further down grew immensely, only getting more frilly and long, but never any thicker. They are actually somewhat translucent- though just a bit. Because of how loose and ruffled they are, they resemble a massive billowing dress, and before this session of change are complete, they become long enough to cover the remaining length of her tail from either side! The primary tail fin at the end grew large and larger, taking on similar properties- becoming ruffled and thin, but only thin in regards to their overall size- they are at least twice as thick as the side fins, and retain the solid brackets on either side, so she has full control of their movement. The side fins she cannot really move other than to flick them out or in. The side fins are also growing from one of the narrow stripes- so they are fully silver, while the fin at the end is gold. The scales do not grow on the membrane of the fin themselves, so they are matte silver and gold; lacking the metallic sheen of her dragon scales. Thalassa's crotch was pressed into the bed under her unintentionally as her legs continued to devolve, getting shorter and shorter. There was a cramped sort of feeling at their base still where they argued with her tail for room, creating an internal pressure with no way to vent. Her tail continued to get larger and larger at the base, swallowing the entire bottom of her hips! This means her pussy is swallowed by the tail as well, and now fully facing forward! Her pubic mound seemed to swell up with help from the tail, causing her penis tip to sink in a bit better and then a single large scale grew from what used to be her clitoral hood, and covered her sunken penis! The scales came in from the sides collapsing the former strip of exposed skin. Her pussy remained exposed even when they stopped, but that is because the changes sparked unintentional arousal. When aroused, the pubic mound and especially the pussy puff up- which naturally parts the scales. If she were completely unaroused, her pussy would be completely hidden. She felt a bizarre feeling and collapsed completely onto her underside from unwanted pleasure as her vaginal walls increased in muscle mass. Her pussy needs to be strong enough to clamp shut to the point of being water-tight, even at crushing depths. To her it almost felt like someone somehow grabbing the sides of her vagina from inside of her body and massaging the path all the way back to her womb! Thal rolled onto her back, groaning loudly as the pressure kept building in her shrinking legs! They looked like nothing more than simply the thigh joint for the hip, sat on the sides of her tail, having been pushed out to either side to make room for the tail. Her toes curled from the feeling. Thal did not notice, but Tethys and Rheic noticed that it was weird, that her legs would devolve that much, but she still has toes. Suddenly the pressure let go, firing down through what little remained of her legs and through her toes- yanking them out with it! The bones in her toes clicked in rapid fire as they got longer and longer VERY quickly! The skin of her foot was yanked up with them, creating a webbing between them which grew in thickness as her feet themselves shrank and flattened, but her toes only grew. The enlarging toe bones became less flexible, locking the joints together partially- though they did still have a little movement. Thal gasped to catch her breath and looked bewildered through the valley of her parted bare breasts to see what happened. Her legs are not gone- they transformed into large flippers! Her individual toes remained inside the flipper as the frame for it, though you could not see them on the surface- the place the toenail used to be is still marked on the surface by a small black claw, like the ones on her fingers. "My... legs..." Tethys quickly piped up. "W-well, you have flippers though! That means you can still move on land, just... not as easily as before." Thal sighed. "And how do I get to the deck and back? I can't climb a ladder with flippers." Rheic raised his hand. "Fishing net. I can hoist you from the hull to the deck using spare net, you can just lay in it like a hammock and I get a workout lifting you." "I guess... that puts me at the mercy of someone else though. If I don't have someone waiting at the top, I can't get out." "Everybody needs someone else at some point, its fine." The large plate at the top of her pussy lifted up as her penis emerged a bit from all the movement around her groin. Thal blushed and flicked it, trying to make it go back in, but then glanced at the bewildered look on Tethys' face. Oh right, Tethys didn't know about that- she sort of glossed over that change when catching her up earlier. "O-oh, yea, uh...I kind of have a penis now." Rheic nodded. "A big one." Tethys looked at him immediately. "You've seen it?!" Thal's blush renewed. "W-well... okay, I don't think you two have been properly introduced. Tethys... my ex-boyfriend Rheic. And Rheic; my CURRENT lover, Tethys." Now Rheic blushed, looking a bit stunned, and not knowing what to say at all at that point. He had no idea Thalassa was seeing anyone- and also did not think it would be a woman, let alone the one with the largest rack on the ship. If women are on the table, he has three times as much competition on the ship than he thought. Thal looked to Tethys, sitting up a bit toward the head of the bed now that her changes settled. "I uh..." She motioned to Rheic with her head. Tethys nodded. "Slept with him last night? Yea, kinda picked up on that." Thal pointed to Rheic. "Well not that I am saying you are back on my good side just yet, buster... but... since we are all stuck out at sea on this ship for who the hell knows how long- how about we take the more interesting option and choose 'both'. Threesome?" They all went silent a moment looking at each other before Rheic spoke up. "Well, uh, I would be open t-" "Yea, he agrees. It is sex, he is literally never going to turn that down, but what about you Tethys?" She kept glancing at Rheic and away again, unable to make eye contact. "I... guess- as long as I am on the other side of the sandwich. Kind of on the spot here..." Tethys is bisexual, but leans toward women. It wasn't the idea of the threesome that made her hesitate but more the fact that she only knows Rheic through Thalassa- they had never interacted with one another before, which makes her nervous about the prospect of immediately jumping to sex. Thal did not mean right away- this just seemed like the time to set the ground rules since she is being ping-ponged between two lovers, but her cock started to slide out a bit more at the thought of having two at once, which now put enough out of her to have a lazy arch. Thal- still blushing- had to squirm a bit now to roll herself over onto her underside so she could try to use her arms and flippers to actually move around. Her flippers don't have enough mobility for them to do anything when she is on her back. That flipped her lazy cock out of view, but pressed it into the bed! Her flippers cannot lift her hip very far off any surfaces, and because her bed is soft and springy, it bulges up under her between where her limbs depress it- pushing the blankets into her exposed cock. Her body went rigid, hoping it might just go away on its own but enough slid out that the tip was once again visible to Tethys from under her! Tethys motioned to it and inched the chair she is sitting on closer to the side of the bed. "Well, looks like that thing likes your proposition. I want to see it." Thal looked at Rheic who was doing his best to look reserved and sighed. "Might as well, here..." She turned herself completely around so her massive tail was bend against the wall at the head of the bed, and flopped off the side onto the floor taking up all the floor space on the left of the bed. She lay her body down the bed, so she is laying propped up with her elbows at the foot of the bed and twisted her lower body to the left, so her growing phallus faced Tethys- bouncing out once released from under her. Thal motioned Rheic to her enormous tits with her eyes and squirmed a bit to jiggle them in invitation. Tethys had not been around a phallus of any sort in a long time, so she was not sure how to handle it- it also did not help that it was still coming out, and is already as big as any cock she had ever seen. She gently took it in her hand, softly bouncing it in her palms to test its weight, and still move of it slid out. She could see Thalassa's pussy clench every time more of the cock length emerged- its sheath runs along her vaginal walls, so when it moves in or out it strokes the entire length of her vagina. It is actually impossible to penetrate her pussy properly without letting the cock out first, because they compete for space, making her pussy far too tight with the cock inside for anything to fit. The flesh of her flippers thickens as the flipper compresses- the equivalent of her curling her toes now. Tethys seen a glistening drop of pre build on the tip of the cock as it engorged to bigger and longer sizes. Before it could drip off she bobbed forward and licked it up- the cock slid out almost three inches in a strong throb from her tongue. She gently took it into her mouth, holding a bit more with one hand, and placing another hand a bit further down to try and steady all of the length as she sucked on the end. More and more cock kept coming, forcing her to space her hands out more and more on the shaft. Pale violet veins bulged along its surface as it started to actually fill up now, causing it to become stiff and support its own weight better. Tethys loved the salty taste of the slick pre on her tongue, and as her own arousal built she became braver, loosening her throat and trying to take in more cock. It is tapered, so in spite of its immense length- you can fit at least a little bit of it into just about anything. Rheic on the other hand had dropped his drawers and started to thrust into the wall of cleavage at the foot of the bed! Thal playfully kissed the fat veins coalescing at his own groin when he thrust forward into her. Her torso was compressing the breasts into the bed just enough to hold them steady against the fabric, but still loose enough that every thrust sent them into a jiggling fit. Each boob was almost three times the size of her head, so there was more than enough cleavage for his dick to get completely lost in. He held her head gently with his hands, running his fingers through her long hair as he tit-fucked her. Rheic also looked over her shimmering silver and gold tail, thinking it looked pretty damn hot too. Not something he ever would have thought he would find attractive before- but it is. Thanks to the immense size of the tail- his girlfriend's body overall is large enough to fill half of the entire room just on its own, and that alone was kinda hot. That is a lot of woman. Tethys was really pushing her limits trying to swallow as much cock as possible. She pulled up her own shirt and pulled down her pants, placing her feet up on the bed on either side of Thalassa's dick at its base. With one hand she fingered herself just under the length of the shaft, and leaned far back in the chair pushing it back onto only two legs so she could rest a length of dick through the valley of her own pendulous breasts before swallowing the rest into her mouth and filling her throat. You could easily see the bulge of penis in her throat as she bobbed on it and worked her other hand on as much shaft as she could cover. Thal's cleavage started to shimmer with Rheic's precum, making her tits even smoother and shinier than they are by default. It also made the set slapping of his crotch against her tits all the louder and more obscene. Thalassa grinned as she felt his glans flaring tight, ready to bust a nut. She breathed out a stream of frozen air on his groin making him shiver, but also making his muscles contract suddenly which started him over the edge into an orgasm! Thal bounced on the bed so she could yank her elbows closer together, compressing her tits and trapping his dick in her cleavage so he could not pull back! Rheic burst several thick ropes of cum into her tight cleavage before popping out as he collapsed to the floor onto his knees to catch his breath. Thalassa was getting close too- the fat veins in her cock throbbed in size trying to stuff more blood into the member than could be fit. The urethra swelled taught and bulged out on its underside as well, in anticipation. The penis is so far down Tethys' throat it feels like it is sliding between her lungs at this point on the way to her stomach. And she sort of loves that. It forces her neck to be straight and it practically skewering her, and she found that it oddly turns her on. Her head and throat is literally being held still, as commanded by a cock. Like she was a human condom, utterly stuffed with phallic meat. The urethra yanked wide and a ripple of stiffness fired up the shaft just before the wave of cum! It was good the cum erupted already halfway down Tethys' throat, otherwise she may have choked on the sheer volume each stream had. Tethys had to hold her breath, each stream fattened the shaft enough to completely seal her windpipe during the blast. Her stomach started to feel heavy from all the liquid weight by the time the orgasm ended. The shaft immediately became soft and slid out from lack of stability, but took a half minute before it actually started to slide back inside of Thal. Thalassa still looked at her hungrily. "We aren't done yet~" "H-huh?" Tethys only brought herself to a minor orgasm- Thal wasn't going to let that go. Thalassa caught her off-guard bringing her fin under the chair and knocking Tethys off it, toward her on the bed. Thal caught her and lifted the short woman up, and getting into an upright sitting position herself with her legs off the side of the bed. She looked at their groins carefully, aligned the stiff little nub of Tethys' clit with the urethral opening on her now squishy, fat dick head still peeking out, and dropped her down onto her lap! The urethra on Thal's dick swallowed Tethys' clit and squished the soft flesh out against her pussy! Tethys let out several high pitched squeaks of pleasure, not ready to be hit by so much so fast. All Thal needed to do was rock her hip slightly to send electric pleasure jolts through Tethys like this. She hugged the smaller woman tightly and their huge breasts squished together, bulging out the sides. Their stiff nipples jousted with one another between the wall of flesh. Tethys noticed only a moment before Thal kissed her deeply- Thalassa's lips have turned glossy black, to match her claws. Being kissed, tit-smushed, and having her clit literally devoured by a giant soft dick while their plump labia squish together like pillows of moist flesh completely overloaded Tethys. Thal rolled over, swapping positions to pin Tethys to the bed and that was it for the shorter woman. She bucked, squishing the plump soft tip of Thal's penis against her pussy and then her entire body shivered and trembled as her pussy squirt. The muscle spasms and pleasure were so strong they erased all other sensation and motor control from her body, completely incapacitating Tethys. Tethys just lay on the bed panting with a stunned look on her face. Her extremely long black hair is disheveled and fanned across almost the entire bed under her. Thalassa climbed off with a grin, breaking the strands of juice connecting their vulva still. What used to be her clitoral hood now functions as the hinge on the large plate at the top of her pussy- and closes it over the exposed head of her penis to hide it away again. Her pussy will hide itself away as well- once her labia deflate a bit the scales will naturally close back together and hide her slit from view. "Ahhh~!" Thal bowed her head, hovering a hand over it while the other held her up off the bed. Tethys was still too dazed to react but Rheic stood up in attention. "What is it? More changes?" "Yeh-aah! Y-yes." Her arm pulsed as well, causing her to look at it. "How muh-haa! How much am I going to chaaange?! When does it s-s-stop!" She shrieked when the sensation actually spiked suddenly enough to inflict pain, and two horns erupted from over her temples! The horns seemed to grow fast and stop short, but then surge out again. Every surge of growth added a new layer to the horn, creating a slight ridge every so often, making the horns ribbed. They grew at an upward and back angle- growing out, arching inward, and then hooking back out slightly at the tips! Her horns are a sort of golden brown in color- or a dark sandy tone. The growth of bone out from her skull was a bizarre sensation and pretty good feeling, but the growth also forced the skin at the base to yank further open which created a sharp stringing feeling which was not nice. There was only a thin line of blood at the base of the horn and most ended up smearing off onto the horn itself as it slid out- the base quickly stretched the skin so far that blood could not escape, and then her continued changes simply re-routed the veins to not have a break in the first place. By the time they stopped, her horns are just shy of two feet long. Because of their angle, she can probably still lay on her back in bed without impaling the bed. They were not quite done yet though. As soon as the primary horns stopped growing a branch formed at the base that grew curled tightly around the base of the primary horns! The second set divided off the top of the first set, curled to the bottom, then formed a large loop back forward and stopped with either point sticking out from her face at the top of her cheeks and bottom of her eyes- they are just large enough that Thalassa can see the points in the corner of her own vision. The color change of her lips also advanced into her mouth and inhabited her genitals now! The entire inside of her mouth turned grey-red, including her tongue, which also became a bit longer and pointed on the end. Her outer labia and the soft tissue between scales on her entire pubic mound turned to matte black, though her vagina itself remained neon pink. The hood under the plate scale also became black, but when the coloration touched her cock it was greatly diffused; the base of her cock became grey-pink, and became dappled after a foot and a half of shaft, transitioning back to its original pink at the latter half. She hugged her own torso as if to somehow protect her limbs from the changes, but her arms made some alarming snapping sounds as the bones shifted. Her forearm started to spread out horizontally, which remaining just as thick vertically. This also forced her wrist and hand to become wider as well! Luckily the changes did not seem to go too far before stopping, but it did result in her forearms and hands becoming more paddle-like... like pseudo flippers. They cannot regress into true flippers, because a mermaid's top half must always be majority human, regardless of the second species. Thalassa started to squirm violently. "AH! T-t-tingles! Eve-hah-everywhere! Aaah~" Her entire body started to glow! Tethys inched her way off the bed, a bit afraid of what was happening. It looked like Thal had somehow hit a magical critical-mass and was about to explode. Her squirming continued and her cries continued to raise in pitch till suddenly she hiccupped and the glow erupted from her body! It dissipated quickly into the air and Thal immediately became still, dazed, and confused. The sensation just abruptly ended. Rheic waited a few moments before speaking up. "I uh... I think that is it." Tethys nodded. "That must be the end of your changes. You're a complete Seadragon Mermaid." And so Thalassa's new life began. She had the equipment to pleasure and be pleasured by either gender fully and a lover in waiting on either end of the Baltica. The captain had the net-lift set up by the ladder to the main deck so Thal can be hoisted up, since she cannot climb ladders without legs. She is quite slow on land, essentially using her flippers to flop from one place to the next, but her scales at least slide easily on just about any surface and protect her lower body from any harm from objects on the ground. When in the water however, she is just a jet- she can swim faster than Baltica can move, and the engines in Baltica are the size of a house. The huge retractable fin on her back really helps a lot to hold her steady- which was her main problem when her changes were just starting. When extended, it forces the water to flow parallel to the rest of her and cuts the sea like a knife. Her hands act like paddle's and her huge tail fin once fully spread shoves a massive amount of water out from behind her, propelling her forward like a torpedo. The rippling side fins have very limited usefulness- if she tenses their base so they billow out, they help her come to a faster stop... that is about it. They certainly look beautiful though- like a giant billowing silver dress skirt. The rigid fin on the back of the tail serves the same purpose as her wing-like dorsal fin; it keeps the tail steady against the tide around her, keeping her straight as she swims without wasting effort consciously doing it. Her flippers tread water too, but are pretty limited; their primary use is to help her move on land, without hindering her in the water. Life was pretty good- people came to rely on her and the entire crew started to respect her more for her ability to out swim anyone. From repairing the ship which is her default job, to untangling fishing net that is still cast, or investigating shadows in the water to make sure it isn't a hidden rock. With two lovers and a new 'tool' to use in the bedroom, she had plenty to keep her entertained outside of work too. It was exhausting satisfying both Tethys and Rheic, but fulfilling too. The only issue she seen now is... well, they were only partially right when they assumed she was done. It is true; Thalassa did not change any more than she already did. But every day she wakes up... she is a couple of inches bigger. It was hard to notice at first since her long body already trails off the end of the bed, unable to fit entirely on it, but after a week she was having to coil the extra length around the bed. Then she had to start squirming through smaller doorways, because she is starting to get wider than they allow. Tethy's hand now fit inside of hers like a baby holding hands with its mother! Though her breasts remained the same size in regards to her body- they are now large enough overall that Thalassa can actually pin Rheic to his bed with a single tit- smothering his entire torso with just one! Worse still, by the second week she was having problems moving about. It took two strong men to lift her from the hull to the deck, then three, four, and five! Lifting her was like trying to reel in a young blue whale, or fish a buss out of the ocean. And still she grew. Every time she went to sleep she got a little bit bigger... but she can't just not sleep! Mirovia finally had to allow her to sleep on deck- making a space in her own captain's cabin for Thalassa. It wasn't even about the sheer number of men required to lift her out of the hull- she is now too heavy for the net itself to hold, it will just rip out from under her. She can just barely slither through the door of her own cabin anyway, and had to get rid of all her furniture to be able to squish her body into it. Mirovia's cabin was enormous compared to any other, so there was room enough there. No bed could brace her weight, so Thal had to sleep on a mattress on the floor with no frame under it. Unfortunately this also gave Thalassa a view of the captain no one else was permitted to see. She quickly brushed aside concerns of the crew about finding land and how long they were willing to go out before hitting their emergency eject button. The answer was always- they will find land before they need to think about using the warm magic, and to not worry about it. Baltica has its own orchard, massive garden and water filtration systems. They were not going to run out of resources- ever. The sea itself provided the meat. The odds of a storm swallowing them up is also very slim given just how enormous the ship is- you'd need tornado strength winds to knock it over. But when the captain was in her cabin her expression immediately darkens. No, they won't run out of resources, or topple to an angry storm. They will go insane. They will die of boredom, go stir crazy, or just become outright insane from the mere concept of being trapped on the ship with no salvation and no prospect of change, ever. More weeks went by, and still Thalassa grew slowly with every night's sleep. She was very drowsy now all the time from trying to force herself to stay awake to at least delay the growth in hopes it just stops. The captain unfortunately had no choice but to kick her out one day. Thalassa was so large that she could no longer fit through the double-doors to the captain's quarters... they broke the door frame to get her out. Now she has to sleep under a series of blankets on the deck out in the open, because it is the only place she fits! It is hard to sneak in sex with either Rheic or Tethys, since she can't leave the deck- the only time they can do it is when everyone else goes to sleep. At this size, Tethys can only suck on the very end of her cock and even then it almost gives her lock-jaw trying to fit it in her mouth. The dick itself is many times larger than Tethys' entire body! You'd need to stack around five Tethys on top of one another to equal the mass of Thal's dork. Her pussy is so large Rheic could squeeze his entire body inside of it! One nipple overfills his entire mouth, and one single boob is large enough to entirely burry his entire body under- she could suffocate him under a single boob by accident if she wasn't careful. On the other hand, he can also ride in her cleavage and be in a pool of soft jiggly flesh. Unfortunately his penis is so small compared to Thal that sucking him off is like sucking on the end of a pencil. But still she grew. An adult sea dragon is big enough to swallow ships whole. Everyone was glad she was around when they got tangled up in another wreck. It happened twice more in the following months, which is a lot given how they don't appear to be near literally any landmarks. Jared claimed to see several more titan ships far on the horizon too, and many people thought he was nuts for months, but after four months one finally passed close enough that someone other than just Jared seen it, to finally prove he wasn't just nuts. They were always going in a different direction and roughly the same speed as they are if not faster though- so by the time Baltica changes course the other ship would be gone, so they were never able to signal to the other ship to try and make contact. Still, the fact that there is traffic on this part of the ocean quickly became the hope everyone clung to. After five months, Thalassa had to leave the Baltica. Obviously she cannot simply swim off- she has to stay with the ship but... she has grown so titanic at this point that she cannot safely be on its deck. She might break through the deck, and she is so heavy that she is actually able to shift the entire ship with her movement. Oddly she is able to be sustained on exactly the same amount of food she has always eaten, but... she still has to sleep with the fishes now. When she is resting or sleeping entirely, she rolls the fishing net around herself so she doesn't divide from Baltica. Now her side of the ship is the new gathering hub for everyone. Whenever people gather to talk or play games, they go to her at the side of the ship. When alone- Thal is so gigantic that her penis cannot possibly fit into anything- she can penetrate and completely fill Tethys with a single nipple! Tethys rides her boobs to get off! Those thumps on the hull during the night? Yea, that is Thal's dork rubbing against it to get off. Rheic frotts with her sometimes still too, but the best he can do at their size difference is get naked and full-body hug the base of her monumental shaft. The bulging veins at the base of the gigantic cock alone are thicker than his own dick. Tethys' large breasts are like soft marbles compared to Thal. There are a few times, always at night that Thalassa also seen lights in the waters. She is always in the water now, so she ends up being the only one who can see it, so she sort of gave up on telling anyone else about it other than Tethys and Rheic at risk of them thinking she is nuts like they had Jared. Whatever is creating the light is some sort of creature- because the moment she dunks her head under to actually see it, it immediately darts away and kills the light. It started to appear fairly frequently, and seemed to be trying to come up to the ship- likely has never encountered a boat so it's trying to figure out what it is. Thal is too big though, every time she moves to get a good look at it, she spooks it off. And the ship sightings gradually got more frequent, giving people a bit of hope. The captain prepared blanks for the cannons at the front and attempted to use the sound and flash to try and signal the other ships on two different occasions but they did not seem to notice- or just didn't care. It seems doubtful that they would not have heard it, but they don't stop anyway. The sea floor around here started to become predictable, going from fairly shallow to abysmally deep over and over- the ocean floor marked with equally spaced bottomless holes. They seemed to encounter shipwrecks more frequently too. After almost seven months of being fully transformed like this, and a year and a half of being out at sea, the Baltica got skewered yet again, great. Was the same as last time too- it was yet again the mast of a ship hidden just below the surface. This time it was not one but two wrecks, from the look of it they may have collided with one another- both of them absolute titans among ships. Thalassa has had a feeling of growing unease ever since seeing the captains repressed concerns. Something seemed very wrong. As always, she helped the crew repair the ship and made the task a hundred times faster- but when they went to lift anchor Thalassa told them to go without her, she would catch up before Baltica was able to lose her. They did it, but Mirovia did not like that one bit. She doesn't want to lose a single person- especially not the most blessed person on board. Mirovia leaned over the side of the ship waiting nervously for Thalassa to re-surface. She has been under the entire time- she must be trying to scrounge the shipwreck for loot, but she is so large she cannot fit inside of the ship, so she either smashes it open or only scavenges the surface. Once Baltica was out of the way, much more light was able to touch the wreck and Thal could actually look around. No- these two ships had not rammed into one another, one has been down here for eons more than the other. The ships look very similar though- they both came from the same place. She rummaged around inside as far as her arm could reach- since that is all she can fit inside of the ship in spite of it being enormous itself. She found some very interesting things, and was so deep in thought about that, that she barely acknowledged the crab she seen in the corner of her vision. It took her brain a moment to process it. She is gigantic- a crab should look like a spec of dust to her. She turned and then slammed her tail forward to launch herself back just in time to dodge its giant pincer! The crab is the size of a small house! It has one lance-like little pincer and one crushing arm nearly the size of its entire body. She also noted that there are no eye stalks or visible mouth on the crab... this isn't a crab, it is some sort of sea monster. It thrust its giant claw forward again and it split into four clawed sections- each segment lined with a million teeth, with a long tongue thrashing around in the middle! Thalassa noticed six soulless black eyes on the top of the 'pincer', indicating that the large arm is in fact the creature's head. Thalassa quickly darted away, very glad that a creature like that is doomed to walk the floor of the ocean- it cannot swim after her. Mirovia was sweating bullets staring off the side of Baltica and breathed a sigh of relief as she seen the surface ripple in an arrow shape heading straight for them- Thal below the surface swimming so fast that she is stirring the ocean. Thalassa erupted from the waters beside the ship, but then placed her hand on the ship, causing Baltica to lurch; her hand was holding it back. "Captain! We need to turn around, immediately. This is a doomed voyage." "Thalassa, I assure ya whatever yer concerns are, Baltica is well equipped to deal with-" "No, it isn't. I don't even know how we fail but I know we will!" Mirovia quickly bopped her knee and drew Best Foot, pointing the rifle at Thal. "Let go of me ship Thalassa. Believe what you will, but don't ya dare poison me crew with your fear." Thalassa held up a rifle of her own and pointed it right back at the captain! Of course due to her size- Thal was holding the rifle with only two fingers. Mirovia narrowed her eyes. "Where did you get a flintlock?" Thalassa turned it sideways so she could see the algae encrusted engraving of the name 'Best Foot' on the barrel before tossing it down onto the deck at her feet. "From your dead body." The name of the wreck she just emerged from, is the Baltica. The ship next to it? Baltica. All the ships they have been spotting on the horizon are all large ships like theirs because it literally IS their ship. Every ship and wreck they have encountered has been THEIR OWN SHIP! The salt water dissolves bone, so everyone's remains have been absent from the wrecks... except the captain's leg is partially metal, which does not corrode the same way. The huge holes they keep passing over in the ocean... they are all the SAME hole. They have been sailing over the same area of the sea over and over for Gods only know how long. They haven't moved an inch! And that is why they will die here. The captain immediately authorized use of the recall spell to teleport back to the land. They now knew for a fact that they were going to die- because they have encountered their own corpse! The recall did nothing. Their side of the spell looked perfectly fine, and obviously they have not used it already to be able to burn it out... the only reason it would do this is... the OTHER half of the spell burned out. Thalassa shook her head. "How? How could they neglect it so much that they would let it completely age out?" Mirovia shook her head, pacing around just outside her quarters' door. "Not enough time has even passed for it to burn out like that without having been used. I think that is the very problem we face now." "What do you mean?" "All the ships ya seen were in different state of rot, aye? That means they did not sink at the same time- yet they are all this very ship. Physically, Baltica isn't moving at all, we haven't moved an inch. Whenever we appear to be moving, it is not our physical location that changes, but rather our position on the timeline. We are sailing through time, not space." The navigator beside her started chewing his thumbnail. "Which means it doesn't matter if we turn the ship around, our location isn't going to change. The spell doesn't connect because it's linked to a different time than the one we are currently in. So then what the hell do we do? Are we just... doomed?" The captain just shook her head and continued to pace. It certainly seemed like they were all fucked. The only thing that made Thalassa still wonder is... dragon bone won't dissolve like humans, but of all the wrecks she has encountered- her own remains are absent. At the very least that means that this particular instance of the Baltica is different from the ones that sank, which means it still has hope. Thalassa sunk below to try and guide the ship using the ocean floor as a better navigation- trying to see where the land repeats itself to see if there is perhaps a gap in the loop they can get out from. What she found is perhaps just as good- a woman swam out from a colorful mountain of coral, and float in her direct path trying to get Thal's attention. When she approached Thal started to realize it was a sea creature that simply resembled a woman. Her skin is a soft blue, but she is enshrouded in neon blue drapes! Where arms would be are instead two curtains of translucent neon blue flesh and look like she is wearing a cloak. Her head has another curtain of flesh resembling a veil. Because both the veil and her head itself are translucent, she can see what appears to be an eye in the middle. It is actually a diffused-red nucleus; the creature's core. Instead of feet, it trailed four long frilly tendrils from its hips... it is a jellyfish mermaid. "It is good to finally see your ship." "Baltica? Do you know of us? Who are you?" "We have met before, at roughly this very moment, but every other time we have met- your ship has been destroyed. I am a Venus- there is seven of us in total scattered across the world, it is we who created the mermaids originally. When you encountered me before, I offered the blessing of a mermaid so that you do not drown, but by that time your ship has already been destroyed by another, malicious mermaid- Ural. You are the only one of your crew who managed to find me before drowning so you have been the lone survive time and again. The last time we met however- you let yourself die. You told me to instead place the blessing I would have bestowed on you, into a bottle. Because the bottle is a mortal object, it succumbed to the distortion of time, and found its way to you long before you get to me." Thalassa's eyes went wide when she remembered the light trying to get to the ship that kept getting scared off by her! That must have been Ural- trying to attack the ship! "So I killed myself in the future to save myself in the past. We broke the cycle... but we are still stuck in this location." "Long ago this world had a different name, and was entirely different in shape than what you know of today. One day the world was turned inside-out by an enormous volcanic eruption on the other side of the world which spewed up the molten core onto the surface, burning away the old world and cooling into an entirely new one. What had formerly been the surface was then pushed away and buried, swallowed into a hole opposite of the eruption." "...the hole in the ocean we keep passing over." "Precisely. The entire world collapsed in at this point, which causes time itself to be malformed and bent, following the hole into the abyss. You already have what you need to escape it- simply swim out." "Huh?" "Cut the engines in your ship, and swim it to your destination. You are a seadragon mermaid, a magical being- time does not have the same influence over you as it does anyone else, it can't trap you in the loop. The Baltica cannot escape under its own power, but it can escape under yours. Go, leave this wretched place. I alone am meant to watch over the eye of the abyss." Thalassa rushed to the surface to tell the captain, who quickly ordered the engines be turned off. Thalassa had them let down the fishing nets on either side and used them to hold on to, positioning herself below the ship and held it onto her backside before using her giant tail to slam water away behind her, hard enough to churn the sand up from the ocean floor in a cloud behind them! So, all the other Baltica wrecks were caused by a mermaid named Ural. She must live in the abyss- since Baltica keeps passing over the void over and over she had countless opportunities to strike, no reason to rush. They came up on the void one last time. Once they pass it this time, they will actually be out of it and back into open waters. The entire crew was on hand looking out at the waters, holding their breath. Thalassa swam full speed ahead, even though she was starting to get tired- she was determined to not stop till they were out. She slowed suddenly when she seen a pale light in the abyss, rising up. A giant of a woman- though still only half the size of Thal emerged from the dark below. She has black hair that must trail nearly twenty feet down, like a black ribbon following behind her. Her eyes are a source of the light- they glow a pale yellow so brightly you cannot see if she has iris or pupils. In addition to that she has absolutely enormous breasts that oddly lack nipples or areola, and are instead covered in bioluminescent spots that create even more light than her eyes do. Before Thal could look her over further, Ural shot forward, swimming straight at them! Her fish half is very bulbous and covered with maroon colored scales that are shaped like spikes- like the skin of a pineapple. The flew at Thal with the vaginal maw at the fore of her round lower body and bit into her arm! Thalassa punched her with her other arm and knocked the wretched mermaid off. Her blood spread in the water like a drop of food coloring in a glass. The holes Ural's teeth left are comparatively tiny, but numerous. Thalassa swam up and dove up out of the water in an arch to avoid the next bite, and also secretly signaling to the crew above water who have been waiting for this. Ural was trying to get to Thal's throat, knowing she was in for an extremely long fight otherwise. Thal lifted her top half out of the water to try and prevent Ural from reaching it. Ural quickly lunged out of the water, too vicious to think the situation over properly and weight the risks. Thalassa lifted her tail under Ural as she left the water and then took a deep breath and blasted her own onto Thal's tail with a pillar of ice elemental energy! Thal used a seadragon's ice breath and froze Ural's body, because she is not only mostly water, she is covered in water. Thal held up the frozen mermaid beside the ship. Mirovia snapped her fingers with a smile. "Back to Hell with ya, demon." The Baltica fired its cannon directly into Ural's frozen body and burst it into a cloud of ice shards and gore- turned to chum to feed the sharks. The deity known as Venus turned women into mermaids- but a mermaid's kiss can also create a new mermaid, so not all mermaid have encountered the Venus. Ural had been created by another- an example of power falling into the wrong hands. Or perhaps she was a more normal woman once, and simply became twisted by spending time in the void of the abyss. All Thalassa knew or cared about was getting the Baltica out of its loop. She passed the hole in the world and kept going, kept swimming no matter how tired she became. Thalassa finally stopped swimming and rest, and the Baltica turned its engines back on to instead drag her for a bit- as they spotted green on the horizon. Tree covered hills in the distance. A new land! The captain checked the teleportation runes and they were once again glowing with charge, indicating the time period on both ends of the spell are aligned. They had already been so close to the end of their voyage already- trapped just out of reach. Thalassa had a feeling they would like her hand constructing a base on the other side, since she herself is many times larger than most buildings, but for now, she rests.
(F Snake TF, Vore) The cute young woman trudged along in the snow, up to her shins in places where the plows had not come yet. It was the middle of winter and the snow was coming down steadily in large flake clusters. While it was already cold out- there had not been more than a light dusting yet till this day. Go figure- she finally goes out for a walk because the temperature isn't that bad and it starts dropping snow. Her eyes narrowed as her pace slowed. She was so, so tired. She spotted a bus shelter and ducked in to sit down. She would breath on her hands to try to warm them up but her breath was cold too. She shook the snow off her large grey hoodie though now that she was sheltered. The woman was struggling to stay awake sitting there in the cold. To try and force herself to remain awake she was playing with a small rattle that hung from her hand bag like a keychain trinket. A man showed up not too long after she sat though, and quickly snapped her awake as he sat beside her in a huff. He noticed her looking at him and immediately started to rant about trouble at work. Only after his initial outburst did he actually introduce himself as Monty. When asked for her name she stuttered a bit before coming up with 'Coral'. She did not have to come up with much else as he started ranting about a new topic almost immediately. That was fine, he was pretty good looking and she wanted company anyway. Without him even noticing she slowly slid closer toward him on the seat till they were right side by side. She could feel the warmth from his body. Her eyelids got lazy again for a different reason though as Monty trailed from one rant to the next. Boy this guy was full of hot air, huh? She could swear the temperature in the bus shelter was going up just from him talking non-stop. Coral just occasionally lazily made a sound of agreement while completely tuning him out as white noise. "And the bus is even late! I bet its because of the damn snow. You would think a big metal vehicle like a bus could get through snow no problem but nooo. Sometimes I wonder how conveniant vehicles really are, when you have to pay constantly for insurance and gas and repairs and look at them! Slipping and sliding all over the damn place because of ankle deep snow. My legs can walk through the snow just fine. Just glad I don't have work today. Hope you didn't need to get anywhere fast." "Already here." "Huh?" She pointed back over her shoulder. "My place is just here on the corner, I wasn't actually waiting for the bus, I was just taking a break." He did not think to question why she had spent so long listening to his rants if she wasn't even waiting for the bus. Her voice was a big gravelly, but still also womanly. Monty also neglected to notice her breath was not visible in the cold. She wedged herself up against him, leaning on his arm a bit and looking up into his eyes with want in hers. "Wanna fuck?" Coral couldn't help but smile when Monty for once was speachless. With more eagerness and energy than she had shown this entire day she took him by the wrist and practically dragged the flabbergasted man toward her apartment. Her hands were ice cold, but quickly started to drink in the warmth from his, giving her renewed energy. Every time he tried to start talking and question the situation she gave him a quick kiss and squished herself up against him, bringing him to a stuttering stop again. She practically shoved him through the door and kicked it closed behind her as she helped him get his clothes off. She tossed them to the floor, ignoring the coat hooks within arms reach. Coral took her hood off letting her long straight brown hair out. As she hurridly removed Monty's jacket for him she moved her head close, brushing her cheek on his neck before kissing it, then giving it a playful bite before slipping away again. Monty felt very light headed for her speed and the prospects of getting to bang such a petite, cute girl completely out of the blue. That was not the reason he was getting dizzy and light headed really, but he did not know that. Just like he did not know his neck was bleeding from the two puncture holes she put in him. Her very long fangs were so sharp he did not realise she actually punctured the skin, and injected him with a powerful venom. Coral started to playfully strip while doing some belly dancing. Monty sat on her couch to take in the show with a goofy smile on his face. His brain was not running on all cylinders at the moment, and Coral's venom was working its way through his blood stream, killing the pain receptors in his nervous system. With every swish of her hips as she danced for him, a fat little tail grew less little behind her. Her green eyes changed colours as a golden yellow bled in from the edges of the iris and consumed the entire thing as her pupils became sharp slits. She had a subdued smile on her face now that her energy was coming back to her. It was warm in her home. Coral is cold blooded, she has no body heat of her own unless she syphons it from somewhere else. Her tail quickly reached her knees and continued to grow as she danced, its thickness already matched her limbs. In his poisoned stupor Monty did not even question the obvious tail as she used it in her dance as she swirled about and undulated her body. She finally slipped her panties off and revealed the tails based was girthy enough that it was pushing her anus toward her slowly reshaping vagina. Her skin started to take on a sandy tone. She did not remove her top, but her breasts were small to begin with and shrinking now besides. They would be no more soon enough. Her tail touched the floor and continued to grow quickly. The base became to thick it forced her anus and vagina together, fusing them into a cloaka. It pressed the inside of both her thighs, threatening to absorb her legs into it. Coral knew she could not dance for much longer like this as her legs started to grow weak and the bones softened as her body was already getting ready to repurpose the material. Her gigantic tail lashed around behind her almost as big as her entire body and still growing. Coral mounted Monty's lap and her tail draped itself over the rest of the couch. Her skin started to look like it was bubbling up as it sectioned off into diamond shaped patches that became saturated in keratin as they turned to scales. Her scales were sand colored with dark brown ring patterns here and there. Her torso started to stretch, audibly making a sound like overtaxed leather. Monty ran his hands over her sides practically drooling by now, and did not even think to question the light tremors he felt as new vertibrae kept popping into existance in her spine. Her neck thickened and got longer as well. It made her look more sleek and sexy if anything to Monty. By now you could stab him with a knife and he wouldn't even know- while the pleasure receptors were fine, his nervous system was no longer capable of signalling pain. The immense girth of Coral's tail started to consume her legs as all strength left the limbs already. Her long body thickened to keep up and her arms fell very weak as the bones in them softened and the limbs themselves started to shrink and wither. She rubbed herself all over Monty with her thick body, her firm scales did little to hide the hefty softness behind them. Her body was almost entirely muscle, so when she was relaxed it felt very soft- but was also tremendously heavy. Coral coiled her tail around his leg, smothered his torso with her own and wrapped her neck around his to nuzzle the side of his head. He was practically swimming in her coils. Soft and loving embrace- from a tail that was also strong enough to crush the organs out of his body like a tube of toothpaste if it wanted. The bones in her face started to click as it extended outward and the hair on her head started to rapidly fall away, turning to coloured vapor and vanishing into the air before it even landed on anything. Coral hissed a bit as her own perspective altered, making her a bit dizzy for breif moments. She felt a tingly weakness take her momentarily and return in short pulses as her entire form started to shrink. Her body and tail continued to get longer and lose all human shape, but shrank overall at the same time. Her head was a bit smaller than his, then larger than his when it extended, but now that it was becoming the boxy triangular shape of a snake's head it was shrinking down to a size almost small enough to fit into his hand, but not quite. Coral bumped her nose to his lips in a serpentine kiss before opening her mouth and raising her head higher. Her transition back to her true self was complete- no longer the slightest trace of humanity to be found on her. Her body was as thick as one of Monty's thighs, but still long enough to wrap around the entire couch twice over. She placed her mouth on the top of his head, a few drops of drool falling into his hair as he stared dumbly forward, barely aware of anything. She felt her bottom jaw split into two seperate mandibles below the skin which also easily stretched to follow the segments. She shoved her head down over his, swallowing his entire head into her throat, even though his head was at least twice as big as hers. Using her tremendous body she lunged her weight forward to shove more of herself down on him, using the couch to brace him against as she undulated her mouth trying to swallow more of poor Monty. It was a hell of a task getting his shoulders in there, but her flesh was extremely flexible. It was stretched so thin you could see bare skin between scales. Once his shoulders were in though, she yanked him right off the couch, holding him up in the air like a trophy and then started to bob her body up and down, forcing more of him into her just from gravity pulling him down. So full! Her neck and now body was stretched so far, so full! More! You could see the rough outline of Monty imprinted in the surface of her skin, even roughly where his nose and eyes should be. Once his hips were in her the rest slid in easy- but she took time to pause there anyway to play with his cock with her tongue before swallowing it. She devoured him whole, and took some time even after to continue to swallow at nothing, trying to force him deeper into her body. His outline was extremely obvious- he stretched her so tremendously it looked like she might rip in half if you touched her with something pointy. She lay draped over the entire couch, feeling sluggish now from a full belly and revelling in the feeling of being stretched. His body drained of warmth slowly, and hers drank it in. Coral wondered what sort of rant he would have for something like this had she not ate him. To the very end, he certainly was a mouthful.
The rain fell in sheets against the window, and the wind howled in disdain over not being allowed past the threshold. The crackle of a fireplace with simulated orange flares and sparks on the television, provided the proper atmosphere to think-- to think of another story to appease the masses. He tapped his pen on the tip of his glasses; the metal frames ‘ticked’ against the plastic butt as Seijan impatiently considered his moves. He thought a notebook might be a better medium to write in for the drafting process, instead of glaring at a blank white sheet on his computer, but insofar, he was stumped. “Damn it…!” he cursed, dropping his pen in a huff, the fountain pen clattering as it rolled away and off the edge of his writing desk. “I can’t think of anything!” The cabbit tapped his knuckle against his head, ruffling his off-white hair as he clawed at his noggin for ideas. His rabbit ears went flat and he doubled-over in mental agony, pining over a time in which brilliance came to him in spontaneous flashes. He was a porn writer, and of all things in the world, porn should have been the easiest thing to come up with. ‘Put the penis in the vagina, Seijan, people like that,’ he chided himself. The thunder outside cracked, laughing at him from beyond. He slumped back in his chair and tossed his notebook flat and open upon his desk, and he glowered through a narrow, gold-coloured gaze at the empty, lined pages. “Okay, maybe I’m just overthinking things,” he considered, and he adjusted his sweater to better fit his average, masculine frame. “I need to slow down… and figure it out, I guess.” The fabric was warm against his white, soft fur, and felt warmer still when he considered the downpour outside his home. “I should just…” he considered, looking around for something, “I should just-- Where did my pen go?!” The thunder outside bellowed a distant boom, and the flash of lightning that came before it lit up the space in a blinding light. Seijan swore again. His long, cat-like tail swished with growing agitation as he looked underneath his draft-book and around himself, the grey-furred bunny-tuft on its end tapping against the arm of his chair. He slid out and got on all fours, his butt facing the sky as he sought after his writing tool, figuring it had fallen somewhere. “I’m a magician--” he told himself. “I’m a magician! I put a pen down for three seconds, and abra-kadabra, it’s gone!” He stuck his hands in the pockets of his slacks, turned them inside out, and then scoffed. He stood up once more and threw his arms out. “No ideas, no pen-- gods above, I guess I’m not getting anything done today!” There was a violent crash as the sky hollered back at him; an explosive crack that shook the house. The lights went out... ...And then came back on. When the humming of the TV and the glow of the room returned, Seijan was in the middle of the room, still half-ducked with his hands over his ears. “...Damn…” he muttered, returning to his desk if only to recover from the head-shaking boom. Then, he looked down at his book, and swore again-- “Damn!” when he saw a pen hidden underneath. “This isn’t my…” Seijan began as he picked up the tool noting chew marks in the plastic. He didn’t chew his pens; he had no hunger for ink, but a greater goal stifled his concern. “Just… whatever-- Begin…” he ordered himself, then took up his pen, and began to write… “Where the…” The sudden appearance of a pen he had never owned left Mavor feeling both perplexed and somewhat worried; the one day he’d forgotten to lock the door on the way out, prompting a frenzied inventory check of all the five things he owned, and he found… a pen. Not just any pen either, but a fountain pen, something he had never thought to even buy in his entire life. At least the internal reservoir seemed to be half-full, suggesting he might just have borrowed it from someone and just never bothered to give it back. No matter. Without his usual, trusty, extremely-chewed-on writing implement by his side, he guessed that one would have to do. A nice change of pace to the usual mess of graphite shards and scribbles that normally adorned the unorganized stack of paper sheaves he used to come up with ideas; he hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing his hand stained with ink since his university days… and after trying to write something for more than five minutes, immediately remembered he absolutely hated that. Still, it was the only thing he had, and it was the only thing he could use; if only inspiration was as easy to come by as that pen, he might’ve finished his project weeks or even months before, but as it stood, there was nothing in his brain apart from the overwhelming desire to go find something else to distract himself with. Even removing computers from the equation hadn’t stopped his incessant need for procrastination; without memes and chat programs, he took to pacing around the house talking with himself, ostensibly in order to “develop the characters,” like he kept telling himself. It was just an excuse not to do any actual work, something he was certain his readers would absolutely adore if they ever found out… and something he had to stop doing. Utmost silence was necessary for him to even begin to focus, hence why the cramped studio made for the absolute worst environment to write in; cars, noisy neighbours, his breathing, everything conspired to wrench his attention away from the one thing that needed it. The fountain pen quickly found its way to his lips, then onwards to the teeth behind them, any respect he might’ve had for its owner long-gone when he began chewing on the tip. It was one of the few things that kept his mind on the right track, even if the taste was… weird. “The hell did they…” he muttered, wondering if the whole thing wasn’t some elaborate ploy by a loony fan to get him hospitalized or something. The pen had a distinct metallic taste, and upon closer inspection, smelled faintly of… ozone? It was prime material for speculation, though Mavor chastised himself for seriously considering the possibility of interdimensional shenanigans, “Mandela Effect with pens… Pendela effect?” Nah, too stupid. He had to come up with… something. Topics were easy to come by, but new ones had become harder and harder to think up after he effectively blew his creative load over the course of several months. It had been a matter of repeating the same thing with just enough variation in the details to count as “new,” but every story posted just made him yearn for something fresh, something that would bring about the same spark that had led him to start writing in the first place! But what? Mavor looked at the pen, noticing how it seemed to have a name engraved, along with what he could only assume was a title: “Seijan, Cabbit Esq.” A lawyer’s pen. And one that was… apparently a furry with some grammar issues. “A crossover?” he wondered aloud to himself, “Furry in a human world… human in a furry world… both? Definitely both.” A core. A thought. But he needed more. “...That’s a start,” Seijan considered as he put a dot on the line. He liked the way ‘Mavor’ sounded; the plot of the meta-author, and how he shared his plight. It was familiar and fresh, but far from done. The cabbit leaned back and tapped the chewed pen on his lips, in thought. “I’m missing something,” he considered, and realized all too late that he hadn’t even given him a shape. This ‘Mavor’ character was formless! Seijan’s brow furled as he considered his options, playing metal darts with ideas and concepts. “He’s a writer, so he has to be handsome…” he joked aloud, then put pen to paper. ‘...With grey fur and icy-blue eyes, he put pen to paper. The grey-spotted lynx shuffled in his chair, his effeminate frame filling out the seat nicely as he began to scribble idea after idea into the sheets.’ Seijan liked that idea; how Mavor looked, and the base image was clear in his head. He continued: ‘In a pinstripe blazer and black, slack pants, he struggled with the thousands of ideas in his head. If only, he considered to himself, he could concentrate, instead of dealing with a gnawing tension below... Tightening, straining… Growing…’ Trying to write would be a lot easier if he didn’t have to contend with all that damned itching all the time. Why exactly he thought that buying clothes that clung to him so much was a good idea, he’d never know; it’s not like he ever went out… or met people… or interacted with anyone to the degree where he’d be comfortable enough to show off… … So why exactly d id he have those on? Especially when the weather was as hot as it was! It felt so some fresh not to let occasional relieving to take his shirt off, letting his girls get air; sure, it made writing hard when he had to be careful his breasts get in the way (to say nothing of the spurt of milk), but it was liberating, in a way. Plus, he could already feel his package growing again, as usual; needed to get something done before it got too bad. “A cabbit… that’s gotta be a hybrid, surely,” he mumbled to himself, “a cabbage rabbit, or… a cat rabbit? Yes, a cat rabbit!” Not the most ingenious of hybrids, but it’d have to do; it was a hook, at least, something he could wrap his mind around and use as a foundation for his next story. Maybe something about hybrid lust, yes! Mavor got up and started pacing around the room, feeling heavier by the moment. In his hands, kept firm by way of a small notebook, he scribbled away on a loose piece of paper. “Seijan’s body, being a product of hybridization, was incredibly susceptible to any tampering on his part; in a world filled with the wonders of gene modding and genetic therapy, it was no wonder that he kept rows upon rows of autoinjectors and altering substances meant to satisfy any one of his needs. Yes, he might have a pair of cocks and double as many nuts, each easily the size of a bowling ball already, but he needed more… but what constituted ‘more’?” An interesting dilemma, and one that he posed to himself at the end when looking down and noticing his bulge was ripping through his pants already. Which brought up an interesting question: “Wait, what the fuck?!” ...The hiss of his ‘Chill-Pen’ filled the room as Seijan put his pen down. This busty, milky, hung lynx fellow he created was turning him on, and it’d be a lie to say otherwise, and if he didn’t have his rack of drugs to keep his sexual-cool, he might have blown his load all over the underside of his desk. The empty canister fell into a trash can underneath his desk with a ‘thu-wonk’--bouncing off of a head-sized condom that was still warm with his precum. The cabbit considered, as his twinset-pair of barbed, feline-like cocks pushed out against the zipper of his trousers. His four, extremely-powerful balls were churning with their virile contents; steadily swelling as the bunny had skipped his fifteen-minute jack-off break. Even with his libido-calming shot, he was as horny as… well, a rabbit. “I guess I earned it…” Seijan considered, undoing his pants and letting the twins loose. His eight-and-a-half inch penises met his midriff with a meaty whap, and no sooner did he let those two out, did his grey-furred cum-pouch fill the open gap. He sighed, happy, and considered pulling out one of his other ‘toys’. The injectors in his drawer demanded use despite his existing desire to write, and he needed only thumb through the stock to consider what he might stick into his veins next. Production spiking juices and multiplying salves crammed his drawer corner to corner, and a manic side of his brain wondered how he resisted bathing himself in chemicals for this long. He crammed his hand into his drawer and drew randomly from the pile a ‘treat’: ‘Bunny-Grade Enhancers,’ said the injector, ‘One shot, and you’ll breed for life.’ Without a second thought, as if possessed, Seijan popped the lid and slammed the drug into his thighs. The chemicals dulled the pain, and he shivered as he felt the rush of his own virility grow. Seijan felt warm with anticipation as his already overpowering libido had just received a shot to boost it even more. His bowling-ball-sized nuts had swelled a few inches in the few minutes he took to relax, and were growing fast-- like normal. As they swelled, his posture began to feel rather cramped, and he spread open his legs to better situate his double-set of trouble makers, anticipating the inevitable. That’s when an idea hit him. Raising his pen, uncaring that little beads of white were now forming at the tip of his shaft, Seijan put down a quick note: He filled in the preamble and made a bee-line for the good stuff, ‘...and once he felt like he’d done his part with the pen, Mavor couldn’t help but become enamoured with his work. His own writing spurred his loins in ways he’d never felt before, and it made his heart race. He couldn’t help but feel his cock twitch and his gonads churn; the magic of his own brilliance causing him to change right before his eyes. It felt amazing; felt too amazing, and with every word he wrote, Mavor realized--’ “W-Wait a second…!” Seijan blurted, “Wh-when did I grow two of these?!” “... Fuck me, this feels too good.” The sudden realization that he had not only completely swapped species but somehow also developed a pair of breasts big enough to cover his torso and stain the ground with their milky production, along with a cock and balls that not only were several times their original size, but seemed to be growing in front of his very eyes as well! There was no denying it, the weight was mounting, and seemed to do so faster every time he looked at the paper he was holding. Could it be that his silly assumptions were right? Maybe that pen didn’t belong to anyone he knew, and the fact that his own had vanished wasn’t mere coincidence. After all, he didn’t know any lawyers, much less ones that were furries, and it certainly wasn’t natural to suddenly become… what he was. Whatever he was. Mavor struggled to sit back down, unable to even brush against solid surfaces; at least his tits weren’t growing, even his package was, meaning he was all-but forced to lie down on the bed. The sounds of the springs, complaining about the sudden weight, only added to the growing realization that whatever was happening to him had to be a dream, thus making it perfectly normal for him to undergo such a transformation. The fact that it got worse whenever he looked at his own words let him know that it couldn’t be real. And if it wasn’t real, then he could exploit it for inspiration; sure, he was bound to wake up completely smeared in his own cum later down the line, but until he broke free from that lucid dream, he was going to make good use of it. Besides, writing had never quite felt so good as it did there. It seemed that every word made him more at peace with himself, more capable of writing the next one. In a short while, he practically forgot he was using his breasts as a table of sorts, letting the notebook fall against them for support. “Alright, Seijan, let’s see what else you can do for me…” Seeing as his writing had focused on the cabbit’s nuts as well, Mavor could only think that it was thus reflected onto his own body. Those must be the rules, he thought, just as he reflected upon ways he could exploit them. With a devious smile on his face, he put pen to paper once again, writing how “Seijan’s sudden burst of productivity awakened in him a desire he had spent an inordinate amount of time suppressing. For his whole life, he had been a ‘traditional’ male, even if a very well-endowed one. In truth, it was hard to tell why he hadn’t done it sooner, but seeing as he already had four cum factories churning away between his legs (four orbs that he was happy to make even more productive by way of a second injector), it was only fair that he grant his chest the same honour. Would make for a stunning display the next time he left the house!” Mavor barely noticed how he was writing one-handed the one whole; natural when using a pen, but normally not when the other hand is firmly stuck squeezing one’s gigantic udders. “A-ah-- Ahhh…!!” The cabbit heaved his weight forwards, unable to stop himself as his balls lurched all on their own, squeezing forth a deluge of bunny cum all over the underside of his desk. Sheets and ropes of thick, viscous goop slammed against the back-board of his writing desk, coating it from top to bottom of slick, musky strands. He had barely touched himself; hardly even thought of it, and was doing little more than waiting for his drugs to hit when all of his senses seemed to sharpen. As if by divine order, Seijan doubled over, struck by lust as an explosive volley of bliss rocketed up his back. Elbows on the table and tail spiked high in the air, his surprise four-set of belly-rounding gonads heaved it all forwards at once. One pump, two pumps-- ten-- Seijan’s productivity was through the roof before, and as it passed twenty; thirty heaping loads, his climax coated everything from the waist down in sheets. “F-fuck I-- I ca-can’t…!” he pleaded, one hand clutching the plastic pen, as his freshly emptied nads suddenly refilled and rocketed off again. “A-aah…!!” He jumped on his toes as round two smashed through his senses. Mouth agape, tail high, and balls seemingly unable to shrink below their bloated, melon-sized shape, he slammed a stock-pot-filling spooge-fest free of his sac, with plenty to spare. He collapsed back in his chair as soon as he was able, the tightness of his muscles melting away as the worst of his climax reeled out of him. He was panting as the last dozen ropes flew in doubles, landing on his slumped chest and in his hair in thumb-thick ropes. “I… My god…” Seijan panted, “I’ve never… cum so hard…!” His head felt light with the violent and sudden climax, and his vision flashed pink, the world tinged in the highs of ecstasy. The cabbit could already feel his gonads rapidly refilling, expanding faster than ever before with a production that any lucid man would not have spiked. Why did he take that shot? Where did it even come from? He had almost forgotten what he was doing before the orgasm struck-- having thrown all of these strange machines and lotion across the top of his desk. Seijan was certain-- certain beyond certainty-- that he’d never purchased these things in his life, things that he didn’t even know could exist, and yet, he acted upon them with impunity, as if puppeted… As if… Something was tinkering with his world… Writing his world. The pen, the slaves, the four balls that he never had-- Seijan’s mind was spinning as his climax settled, and the more it faded, the more a strange notion popped into his head. “Mavor…” he considered, “...There’s no way…” Despite having blown more than twenty gallons of cum all over himself, Seijan got up again. His cocks were still eager for another round, and his watermelon-sized testies made it difficult to stand without parting the two down the middle, but the bunny did his best to focus. With one hand, he wrote: ‘...And without any warning, Mavor’s body began to change. His two, busty-boy breasts, already large enough on their own, would slowly grow to be two, heaping handfuls of lush, full bosom, and his balls-- full and large, would double as well.’ “Do unto me…” Seijan mumbled, as his hand scribbled into his book, “and I’ll do back unto--” He yipped-- yipped when he felt something sharp jab into his arm. “How the--!!” Seijan exclaimed when he saw that his other, free hand had betrayed him. On the same level of consciousness as breathing, the cabbit saw that he had jabbed himself with an injector. By the time he yanked it out, the pen had dumped its payload into his veins. The damage was done. “Oh no, oh no…” Seijan mumbled as he spun the injector around, skipping past the safety recommendations, ‘Do not inject within the same hour’ and past the digitized cowgirl logo with four gigantic, milky tits. “W-what the fuck is this?!” the bunny exclaimed when he saw the name. “Barn Queen Super-Lactators?! Who the f-fuh--” Seijan was about to swear, but already felt the injector take effect. His chest felt warm; felt tight, and despite himself, he stumbled back against the wall, knocking his chair out from behind him. He gripped the drywall, leaving deep gashes in the paint as pleasure unfounded slithered back into the forefront of his brain. His twitching, eight-inch breeding poles were leaking like a busted faucet, and huge ropes of simple pre lapped up against the corner of the desk. The cabbit clenched his chest, feeling a strange, unknown, and wonderful sensation take hold just underneath his sweater. He clawed at the fabric, trying to pull it off as his nipples, suddenly tender and sensitive, touched against his undershirt. Seijan tried to give them space, but no matter how far he pulled his clothes off of himself, his nipples would push out to meet them. His… Four nipples. “Wh-what is…!?” he stammered stupidly, unable to make full sentences when he realized that his once flat chest was now full and huge, and not only huge, but doubled as well. He had the rack of a showgirl times-two; a play-bunny model fit for the centrefold, with the only difference being that play-bunnies tended to be full-on girls, not men with fat tats! Seijan could only watch, hands cupping the soft, sensitive fur they grew outwards, swelling inches at a time and filling out what limited room his top provided. He could hear the fabric popping as the head-sized mounds continued to grow to a half-foot wide, then a whole-foot, and then a foot-and-a-half. “S-stop, stop…!” Seijan pleaded with his breasts, unable to stem back the inevitable. “S-stop…!” he said again, “G-God, stop growing…!” he said again before he felt the tension rise suddenly once more. “H-hnnnng…! Y-Yes...!!” His sweater suddenly turned dark; streaks of liquid rolled down his top, right before streams of white delight spewed out from between the strands. He came in tandem, firing ropes high over his desk, painting the distant floor in heaping loads, and the air grew thick with his rich, seminal musk. Unable to stop himself, Seijan’s hands transferred from his tits to his cocks, each jerking one of his soft-barbed monsters as he free-fired all over the room. They flew several feet across the air, splattering like glue across the hard, wooden floor, despite having painted the entire of his desk and legs in a five-inch glaze of cum, the bunny’s hyper-powered nuts had more, and more to give. Seijan cursed, swore, and came some more, his balls churning out more cum than they could put out. His sloshing, rumbling bunny-sac felt like it weighed a hundred pounds, the now pumpkin-sized quartet of litter-makers audibly rumbled with their unstoppable overflow. Sparks flew across Seijan’s vision as his orgasm; his boob-gasm grew both in power, and in size. He was shaking as his tits grew larger and larger still, shredding holes in his top-- a top that was now more a towel for milk and cum than a sweater. As his body seemed to revolt against everything he knew, changing, swelling, growing-- one fact became increasingly clear: Whatever was happening to him was far from over… …and he was starting to think that maybe it was all just starting off. With it being clear that some kind of dimensional fuckery was at play there, Mavor’s marvelling at his own creature’s genius was only matched by the overwhelming sensation of fullness that permeated every inch of his body. Whoever was controlling things from the other side, whoever that “Seijan” was, they clearly had the same kind of mind as he did, which only made the prospect of poking them harder all the more irresistible. He didn’t know if it was a deliberate attempt at getting back at his own obscene ramblings or a way of paying it forward, but whatever the case may be, if growth begets more growth, then more growth would be had. Still convinced he was stuck in some kind of incredibly realistic lucid dream, the now-lynx allowed his concentration to falter for just long enough that he felt the next bout of changes begin to take over his body. He would’ve done something about the cabbit’s transformation into a moo-cow, but as soon as he felt (and saw) his breasts begin to bloat, there wasn’t a lot he could do but throw the notebook onto the ground and enjoy the ride. Each heartbeat brought with it more flesh, more hand-filling pudge that overflowed from between his fingers and weighed ever more onto his chest. It was getting hard to breathe, a curiously unnecessary detail in a wet dream like that, but probably just there as a reminder of how heavy those things were supposed to be. More of his field of view was taken up by his inexplicable breasts, until they began spilling onto the bed around him. Despite this, they refused to sag; his mounds just happened to be big enough to reach all the way to the sheets while still standing proud over his chest, blocking Mavor’s vision of what was going on between his legs. That said, even if he couldn’t see it, he could still feel it, and his dream neighbours (and possibly the real ones, now that he thought about it) would be able to hear it once he started moaning like the desperate, size-hungry slut he was turning out to be. The cat felt his legs be slowly pushed apart as his two orbs squished their hefty, stretched-taut weight against them, eventually “popping” upwards in order to find more room to grow. In tandem, his shaft decided to start joining in on the fun as well, and before the lynx knew it, he was all-but immobilized atop his bed. He remained there for a few minutes, waiting for any kind of reaction from the “other side,” as it were. With nothing happening, he figured an incentive was in order… but was still very much stuck underneath the collective weight of his assets. Like a turtle on its back, he swung from one side to the other, bringing the bed springs to their breaking point before finally heaving himself onto the ground, squeezing everything he had so hard when he landed belly down that, if it weren’t for the fact that none of that was happening, he might’ve felt terrified for what the people in the apartments next to his might think. As it stood, this brought him close enough to the notebook that he could begin affecting the other world once again, hopefully in a direct-enough way as to bring about more changes to his own body. Unfortunately, he was distracted by something far more important: how dry he was. After giving this “Seijan” fellow enough production to coat his entire room and then some, it felt oddly unfair that he himself was left to wallow in his complete lack of leakage. After all, with a pair of tits and balls larger than the cabbit’s, wouldn’t it make sense for him to also have a proportionally-similar level of productivity? It certainly made sense for him, in a demented, semi-insane way, thus why a new idea cropped up in his mind. “After the injection blessed him with such an ample and full bosom,” he wrote again, unable to even move from his spot as he was now immobilized by the weights on his chest… which still conveniently served as a perfect table, “and with the realization that the gene mods were not meant to be taken in such short succession, there was no doubt in Seijan’s mind that he had to go even bigger. It was his destiny, his fate, that he push his hybridized body to the limit and then several miles past it, and thus he wasn’t even thinking when he fetched more lactation supplements and cum boosters, eager to see what they would do to his body. And if that weren’t enough, his sensitivity seemed to be increasing on its own, oddly proportional to how bloated his assets were.” This was a reasonable enough segue, but more was needed. Because as much as he adored the idea of actually affecting someone else with his writing, something that gave him far too much pleasure despite supposedly being convinced that it was a dream, some mutual assistance was the only way he could see this going forward. It was a nonsense approach to it, but he hadn’t spent years type-fucking people just to get away with nothing learnt. He looked at himself, judging how much bigger he’d like to be. If given the opportunity, he thought to himself, he always assumed there wouldn’t be an upper limit, but now that it was happening, there were a series of concerns he never really thought of before. What of his ability to move, his capacity for self-sufficience? What if he needed to go to the bathroom, hell, would the increased lactation make milking a necessity? And, most importantly, why was he bothering with those details when none of that was actually happening? Mavor hastily scribbled something on the edge of the page before crossing it out, trying a few more times before coming to the conclusion that something else was needed; though his favourite pen was in the hands of the cabbit, he still kept a few around he rarely ever used. In this case, a red one would have to do. “Through the haze of lust and desire to grow,” he continued to describe, “the cabbit would nonetheless keep enough of his wits that he would know something was afoot. Though difficult to make out at first, it became clearer than ever that some outside force was interfering with him…” (hey, I gave you four tits, mind giving me some milk too?) ...He moaned as a wild swirl of contradicting emotions slammed into each other in his head. In one breath, Seijan knew that he had to stop-- stop cramming these chemicals into his veins-and in the next, hollered to kingdom come as the pleasure of it all wracked his senses for another go. It was as if his mind was being pulled; his muscles forced to move by someone else’s will, and the more he thought about it-- between painting the ceiling in cum-- the more sense it made. Even as Seijan grew, his growth never stemmed, and as a five-inch-high tide of jizz seeped out of his room and into the hall of his home, he had to make quick, semi-lucid adjustments to his space. He threw himself over his desk; spent injectors floating in his constantly-cummy tide, feet kicked out so as to accommodate his beach-ball-sized super-tits and his enormous, kneecap-passing balls. “A-alright you…” Seijan growled at his book, pleasure-jerked tears streaming down his face. “W-what’s your game…?” He looked over his penmanship and wiped a new page clean of his spent milk and cum. What he expected was a clean slate-- a few stains, but written in the margins at the bottom of the paper was something encased in brackets: “...I gave you four tits…” he read aloud, the red-stained ink marring the otherwise untouched sheet. His eyes went wide. “N-No way…!” Seijan could already feel his gonads churning, threatening to lift him well off of his feet, and his grey-furred breasts were mere inches above the steamy tide below. The bunny seized his pen in a creative frenzy, eyes not leaving the mysterious markings as he scribbled: ‘...And no sooner did he drop his pen, did a rush of lactic production strike him. Mavor’s balls would begin to churn out cum by the thousands of gallons, and with it, pleasure never-before-felt. Mavor’s lynxish breasts-- all four of them-- made milk by the buckets, activated by their generous size, and to call it a dribble would be--” Seijan’s hand clenched as he came again; moaning as his writing was interrupted by the drugs kicking in. “F-fuck…!” he swore as all the enhancing chems and their inappropriately-used cocktails caused his entire body to change. He continued writing; his penmanship shaking as his eight-inch, nine-inch, ten-inch bunny-bangers began to grow. ‘To call it a dribble would be an understatement, for, in waves, his milky tide would flow freely with rich, flavourful milk. Unable to resist-- he’d take a drink, and find that with every gulp, his body would grow. His ass would fatten; his gonads expand, and not even his room would stand a chance against his body--’ The cabbit bit his lip as another boobgasm sent a shower of milk shooting into the tide below, kicking up spooge and cream in a splatter. That was enough. Then, as he dotted his period, he had an idea: at the bottom of the page like he’d seen, the cabbit put something that would change his perception of this affair forever. (If you can read this: write your name. I am Seijan.) Well, that was certainly one way for him to get what he wanted. Wasn’t really expecting to suddenly develop a second pair of breasts, and for a few moments he didn’t really know he had; the increased awareness of his situation, however, allowed him to catch onto the extra pair of weights quite soon after they were birthed into existence, only fueling the raging inferno of growthlust roiling inside of him. The note at the bottom of the page, appearing before his eyes as it was written, only solidified his belief that the whole affair was taking place in his head, even if the sensations involved were significantly stronger than any dream he’d ever had. Some part of him began wondering if it might actually be real, the same slice of subconscious instinct that had alerted him to the possibility of the pen being what it turned out to be. As much as he might have liked to pay more attention to that possibility, he was interrupted before he could even write down his name, this time by the package rumbling between his legs. It hadn’t exactly been neglected up until then, but the focus had clearly been on his bustyboy breasts and not the male apparatus he’d carried his entire life. Thus, it was a welcome surprise when he started leaking copious amounts of pre at just about the same time as his cum factories began churning much louder than they had been before; there was a short grace period in between this realization, where the lynx was happy to lie there feeling the underside of his tits getting slathered in his slick fluids, and those orbs’ production kicking into full gear. The impact was strong enough to rouse him to full alertness, enough that the prospect of the whole thing being a dream suddenly felt like a very stupid, childish fantasy in and of itself. There was no way a wave of pressure like that could ever smash against his loins and not immediately wake him up, so the fact that he was still there, stranded on top of a double-stacked bosom and feeling his already-beachball-sized nuts take up even more room than they already were… kind of made him panic. Didn’t last very long, as the sudden flood of endorphins into every neuroreceptor he had left made him unable to consider the possibility that it might be dangerous to succumb to what he was experiencing; the lynx just barely remembered to save the piece of paper he was writing on, holding it as high up as he could the second the precum pouring out of his tip turned into a hyper-pressurized jet of cum, blasting into his underboob and still failing to make a dent in his overall size. Whatever happened on the other end had caused his productivity to skyrocket, so much so that within seconds he heard his bed and desk scraping the floor as they were pushed away from where he had placed him. His chest was no slouch in that department either; so enamoured with the sudden, explosive expansion of his sack, the lynx failed to notice how all four of his tits filled with so much milk as to balloon to nearly twice their size before his engorged nips exploded with their creamy bounty, splattering all over the ground, joining in with the inch-thick cover of cum that was already leaking onto the corridor outside his room. It was simply too good to pass up, but too far away to properly appreciate… so a nudge would have to do. All that was needed was for a single nipple to be allowed some breathing room for the river of milk to spray high enough for the cat to help himself freely to it. It was horridly lewd, to think that he was drinking from his own tits, gulping down whole mouthfuls without needing to use a teat at all, but this was soon taken over by a far more pressing matter: he wasn’t done growing. Maybe it was a residual effect from whatever made his nuts large enough to start cracking the wall behind him, or gave him large-enough beanbags on his chest that he could use them as such, but the rest of him really took a liking to that cream. He could practically feel his ass getting heavier with each gulp, readying itself for the need to carry around as much weight as the lynx was packing, the mass seeping down into his thighs in order to quickly make them wider than his doors were. If that weren’t enough, it even seemed to have some kind of knock-on effect on his nuts as well; Mavor was quite certain that those galloping spurts where he’d suddenly gain several extra feet at once in between the continuous growth matched perfectly with his own milk hitting his stomach. The room was getting significantly more cramped than it should, and the lynx felt something was necessary to address that. To that end, the story must continue. (Name’s Mavor. And I’m truly sorry-not-sorry) “With contact established between the two parties, the bridge between worlds grew stronger still, and with no end of regret for having ushered in such a strong change to the status quo, Seijan’s mind was wracked with visions of his perfect self. The ultimate, self-indulgent fantasy that was outgrowing everything that existed and still demanding more! And what a beautiful reality he now inhabited, were his own creations began to affect him; the cabbit could only marvel at how everything he made the lynx go through seemed to be thrown back at him, magnified twofold…” Seijan feared that his now flooding abode would soon become a swimming pool. So addled with his body the cabbit couldn’t help but stroke, knead, and play with his engorged and growing form. His sweater was history; his clothes completely torn asunder by his size, and with no signs of stopping, the cabbit could barely stay awake. He had to put pen to paper-- had to do something, but was hard to think with a two-foot pair of penises twitching, spurting, spraying the flooded ground with cum. Meanwhile, his sensitive, four-pack of boobs were so engorged with milk that they hit the floor and enveloped his cocks in a sleeve made to fuck, and as he bent over his desk, the cabbit’s hips bucked on auto-pilot. No matter how much he came, no matter how much cum he fired, his balls were producing far more jizz than he could handle, and now were fighting for the space his feet occupied. His shafts were floated and fat; the barbs flaring as their underbellies were made gravid with his goo. The ropes were unending, and as his tits were thickly glazed in his own cummy backblast. He was on a bed of his own body, growing out of control when he saw, through rivulets of tears, cum, and milk, something in red ink in the book. He picked it up, pen and all, and held it close to his glasses to see. He saw the apology-- or rather, lack thereof, and felt his heart drop. “...Oh, s-shit…” It struck Seijan like an epiphany-- a brilliant crash of dopamine and ecstasy-- as all the piling on he set upon Mavor: the growth, the multiplication, and the liquid production, was reflected back into his form. Seijan felt the wave of his own writing slam into him like a wave-- a wave that heaved him upwards as he felt the four breasts he gave Mavor pile onto his own. He wailed; sobbed bliss, and called for god as another two-set-rack of tits fought for space, pushing out between his existing four. They milked each other; battled for every inch as they swelled out into a bed of soft, sloshing bunny-boobs. To make matters worse, Seijan’s floor touching nuts were pounding-- near literally stampeding with how fast they were making cum. The room rapidly began to flood as Seijan’s ever-growing cocks blasted spooge out of his four-rack-cleavage in such a violent deluge, it sprayed out in every direction and hit nearly every wall with the flow. “A-ahh, a-ahh!!” he cried, mouth wide and ears lay flat as his car-sized testies hit the wall behind him, causing the drywall to groan in protest. His rapid, lactic production sent his tits billowing outwards, making the floor scream for mercy as the wooden bottom creaked under the thousand-pound-weight. The walls would join in the cacophony as his person-sized nipples crashed into the other three corners, forcing the cabbit to the ceiling. His back against the roof, he fought for air-- anything that wasn’t a rut-inducing musk-- and prayed that the house would hold, but when he tasted his own milk-- so rich, so creamy, and so strong, Seijan knew suddenly that it would not. With the milk he gave Mavor turned back on him-- the house didn’t stand a chance. The walls bent outwards and the support-beams heaved as geysers of cum and milk fired through newly created cracks and holes. The already flooded house began to drown in Seijan’s overflow, and the power shook and flickered as the once sturdy structure was filled to failure. Moaning, wailing, and pleasure screams were muffled underneath the virile churning therein, and just when it seemed that the walls just might stand-A loud crash tore through the neighbourhood as Seijan’s dam broke. Spooge blew out every window-- blew down the front door and sent ivory sap careening down the street. The geysers that formed would soon be plugged as the bunny inside swelled from corner to corner. Pipes, beams, metals, and furniture was thrown to the ends of the building, and from every shattered pane and open frame, a grey-wall of bunny fur, or a pink-capped nipple forced their way through. The last vestiges of his home bent outwards with cartoonish distortion; the neighbourhood around him roused by the terrific noise. Faces appeared in opposite windows just in time to see the Etroix house explode apart, and the lawn swallowed up in a tide of white spooge. The entire property was covered in bunny; in spheres of churning liquid, and as the now damp, rain-free air outside met Seijan’s nose, he was finally blessed with some lucidity. “M-Mavor- y-you…!” he cursed-- but knew full well that words would do nothing unless written down. Revenge would be swift, and surprisingly base, for in his cum-drenched notebook, Seijan tore through the pages with his pen: ‘As climax struck the Lynx, no amount of release would sate his needy balls. The chaos of his own orgasm would bring changes all its own, however, for having one cock was not enough to expend his lake-replacing virility.’ A wry smile grew across Seijan’s pleasure-wracked face, even as his body poured over the neighbour’s fences and lawns. ‘Mavor felt his body change and ignite with bliss, as this rampant, sexual mutation seized him by the loins: he felt not one, nor two, but three cocks come to form, joining his first in a Breed-muda Triangle of debauchery. Knotted, ringed, and needy to fill, his growing members would expand to match his balls-- all six of them.’ One more devilish motion struck the cabbit as his house-sized, milk-filled breasts poured through his neighbour’s yards, impressing upon the edges of their houses and the streets beyond. ‘And what he could not spend… Would take form inside a womb that he didn’t even know he had…’ (I hope you like eggs. Because you’re about to have a lot of them, Mavor.) “Oh god, this is actually happening! It’s… it’s actually happening… oh god, it’s actually happening…~” Acceptance came as quickly as he did the moment he felt the newest changes begin to take hold over his body. Rather than subside, however, it kept going and grew in intensity, not only forcing yet more of his thick spooge out into the world (a pitiful amount compared to what he produced, but still) but also stretching the limits his body had imposed on him until then. With each load and clench, his already-colossal cock grew larger still, its underside bloated beyond reason as it struggled to keep up with the demand for ever-escalating output. A few climaxes in, it was too much even for him, and the lynx was forced to contend with the fact that his groin would just have to be that much more cramped. The idea of packing multiple shafts was nothing new; he himself had explored it multiple times in his stories and it happened to be one of his favourite kinks to indulge. To feel it happen, to know it was taking place even if he couldn’t see it, made every orgasm feel so much better that it bordered on criminal. Unlike his breeder’s balls, which continuously occupied more and more room until the very walls began to crack under the pressure, these new cocks shaped themselves by lunging forward several inches at a time, growing thicker and longer each time another dozen or so ropes of his seed were sent through all at once. It could be that the sheer amount of fluids they were being made to service was making them grow to compensate, or maybe it was Seijan allowing him to feel a fraction of the pleasure he himself was going through. That it would just reflect back on the cabbit made it even better, and for a brief second, Mavor allowed himself the luxury of thinking he wouldn’t need to add anything more. Silly boy. In a way, it was almost disappointing; three cocks and three pairs of balls, each set easily able to fill half the room on its own, and yet only two pairs of milk-stuffed, back-breaking breasts? It felt like some kind of cosmic joke, and Mavor was certain it was deliberately intended to poke at his budding growthlust, maybe as a way of intensifying what Seijan was feeling on the other side; that’s what he would do, after all, if he weren’t so busy indulging whoever that cabbit was. With his body busy outgrowing his room, however, there was little he could do but wait it out and see where it would end. Sadly (or not, really), those orgasms taking care of his ability to think straight weren’t going to vanish, nor even stabilize; each one hit him harder than the last, and it wasn’t long before the lynx had to confront himself with the fact that this was his life now, and if he didn’t do something to gather whatever was left of his wits, he might just end up turning into a mindless slave to his own base predations. Not that the prospect was exactly bad, but he would like to be able to enjoy his steady growth, really. Whatever was happening on the other side of the dimensional wall, Mavor could only hope it was even better than the kind of architectural vice grip he was going through, because as much as those walls were thin enough to let him hear everything his neighbours were doing, they stubbornly refused to break down, even when the door’s frame was shattered beyond recognition. With his tits stuffed to the point where each was as big as his bed, the amount of room was in danger of going into the negatives, making it an urgent necessity for him to demand a strong boost in order to free himself. It was at that point that it hit him. It was so different from everything he was accustomed to that the lynx immediately guessed just what Seijan had done for him, given where the sudden wave of uncomfortably-pronounced heat and pressure was coming from. Whether they be live or hatchlings, there was no doubt that his belly now had a womb that was growing at least as fast as the rest of him was, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the prospect of becoming a broodmother, even when he was being smushed against the ceiling by the bulging curvature of his tits alone. (I LOVE EGGS THANK YOU! Hope you like them too~) It was all he could say, really, before making sure to give the cabbit something special of his own. And seeing as they seemed capable of affecting reality in accordance to their whims, there would be no need for the use of intermediaries like genemod autoinjectors anymore. … then again... “As his body grew beyond his house’s ability to contain it, it would become clear as day to Seijan that he lacked the fundamental attributes required to properly worship his form. With two arms and two hands alone, there was simply no way he could rub himself like he should’ve, and yet with his assets outgrowing his body to such a massive degree, would any additions be anything more than redundant and pointless? The answer was yes, and yet his lust-addled mind still forced its physical avatar to grow three extra pairs. Woefully insufficient for what his body had become, but it would do for the time being.” Time to go in for the kill. The lynx knew that his own changes would end up reflected on the cabbit’s body, but that just wasn’t enough. As always, more was needed. “With the cabbit now exposed to the neighbourhood, he would expect his everyday acquaintances to have some kind of problem with the burgeoning problem growing in front of their very own eyes, ruining the property value with all of that leaking destroying their meticulously-kept front yards. Instead, Seijan would be met with an adoring crowd, all there ready and waiting for him like they had expected that day to come to pass, every single one carrying either an autoinjector, or a whole box of them…” Seijan existed in a bubble; a crater of his creation’s own creation. His four-set of milk-filled boobs were pouring a rain of lactic love all over the city, filling the streets almost as violently as his twin-set of mega-sized cocks, which continued to turn his cleavage into a cummy waterfall. “God…!” he shuddered uselessly, shivering as his entire body was shaken in a quake made entirely out of his lust, “I’m going to melt if-- H-Nnng…!” The entire region shook as the cabbit’s twinned, tower-sized shafts blew another monster load into his own breasts; his four, hill-sized gonads working so hard that they grew rapidly skywards and into the night sky. “--I’m going to melt if I don’t stop soon...!” Panting, heaving, and fighting for air, Seijan hoped that his last play in the book would have done him well. For a few blissful minutes, it was just him and his unstoppable, growing body, bowling over suburban-block after suburban block. He was a noticeable mountain on the horizon now, made up of fur flesh, and was growing meters by the second. Curiosity, however, drove the bunny to double-check his penmanship, figuring that his lynxian counterpart had given up. No sooner did he reach for his pen, did Seijan nearly drop it. “F-Fuck!!” he yelped, voice breaking as something seemed to battle his cocks for space. He reached down, feeling one of his highway-blocking meat-pillars underneath his hand, and then, as he explored, reaching around his nethers, he felt… Another. And another. And another. Knotted, ringed, and raging hard, Seijan was horrified to find that he had neglected an earlier detail: “M-Mavor, you bitch!” he cursed as he felt the cocks he gifted his creation-- no, not his creation-- his sexual nemesis, smash him back upon the crotch. From one foot, then reached ten, twenty, forty, eight-- doubling and tripling in size until they too were spilling over the neighbourhood. He was becoming a one-cabbit highway, and the only thing flowing through him was cum and milk. His five-set of mixed, barbed, knotted, and rung sex-pillars fanned out in every direction, and unleashed from their ends a torrential downpour of mud-thick jizz. For the first second in what must have been an eternity, Seijan felt his gonads shrink with the deluge, as whole lakes were dumped from each, bloated member. The relief was short-lived, however, for the pile-on of curses he’d dumped on Mavor would return in full force, and the cabbit sobbed ecstasy as he felt his already blue-balled bunny-pouch violently begin to expand. The ground underfoot cracked and sank as his rising hill of balls began to multiply, fattening, bulging, until the once uniform mound of four, became a cluttered mass of ten. Ten-- ten titanic, world-impregnating balls, fastened to one cabbit. His head was smacked with a rush of cramping; his nuts so violently overloaded, that with every churn, his orgasmic pumps were magnified to near apocalyptic levels. The clouds parted as his mountainous gonads pulsed; so virile was their pumping that the audible churn caused the power to flicker across the province. The stench of his seed would not be forgotten either, for like some atomic fallout, the cloud of his musk stretched for miles upwind: a palpable heat infecting any and all within its range. “Hhng-- N-no more, I-I can’t cum any h-harder…!!” Seijan pleaded, sinking his six arms and hands into his breasts, hoping to god that there’d be relief. Wait… six arms? He counted on his thirty fingers-“God above!!” he yelled, realizing what he had become… Realizing how easy it was to bask in his body with all this extra touch. He could feel the new muscles-- but did not feel them form. It was as if he had them the entire time. A jealous spider-morph was probably looking on in wonder as the bunny, now lavishing in his own mutation, could do little more to himself than knead, massage, and touch himself. “Hhng… C-could this get any…! Wor--” he hiccuped-- “Better?!” Of course it could. For as he felt up his body; felt up his ass, he could feel the rest of his punishments return in full. His balls, forming seas of jizz, compacted into his city-spaning nuts, were pumping back into him what he set out: his ass began to fatten, rolling over his palms as his belly started to swell. The cabbit swore, cursed, and heaved delight as he felt the eggs he’d sicced on Mavor fill a warm, breed-hungry womb deep inside his core. “Ooooh-- Yess!!” he heaved as all air was pushed out of his lungs as his rapidly expanding stomach clattered with newly formed bunnylings. Some foolish part of his still-lucid head wondered if they’d be painted, but that thought was smashed as his godless laden boy-womb doubled, tripled, and crashed into the earth below, further widening his already landmark profile. Seijan could barely think-- could barely breathe with five cocks, ten balls, eight tits, six arms, a mountain full of eggs and an ass that could crush a sedan. This exhaustive list of sexual torments was still not done, however, for Mavor had marked one last note on his list that not even Seijan could note. Wading through the tide came a terrible sight, a sight that a figure that was more spherical than man could ever hope to see. A giddy horde of citizens; a mob of sexually-hopped-up hopefuls with their stockpile of enhancers in hand, were coming to pay homage to a deity of sexual domination. No better offering would befall such a creature than to add to its girth, and the only way they could was with what they had on hand. Seijan could barely feel the pin-prick jabs of thousands of production boosters entering his system. Breasts, balls, and cocks alike-- anything that would take these cum making, milk-producing super-drugs-- was met with a quick prick and injection. With every insertion, Seijan began to feel warmer and warmer; his body rumbling as it bowled over the suburbs in several kilometre-wide mounds. Houses stood no chance; roads crumbled and broke, and anyone foolish enough to not gangway was lovingly embraced by a landslide of sloshy, soft bun. Every stab was boost with numerical precision, adding a 1.5 multiplier to his already prodigious payload. Every breast could spawn a lake with their lactic production, but with a single jab, it would be an entire lake and a half. And there were thousands of injectors, of drugs, exponentially boosting the rabbit-cat’s production to astronomical levels. He shuddered and quaked as his body felt like it was on fire, and felt his bed of body underneath surge upwards. “W-what the--!!?” was all he had to say before he suddenly blasted off and upwards. The nearby city stood no chance as, in one productive wave, breasts the size of suburbia doubled in size. Slamming into towers and monuments alike, the soft tide of flesh and fur filled out the gaps made by boulevards and byways; milky caps and penis-tips pinched by the obstructing structures. Another wave bowled them clean over. Entirely made of liquid weight, his growth was like nothing anyone had ever seen before as, not even a spec on the planet’s surface, became a dot, became a mark, became a smear of white and grey. And Seijan had not even cum yet. With this new power, the overflow was so immense, that even as valleys were swept up in mile-high tides of cum; as even mountains were splashed in milky seas, the bunny’s full eruption had not yet hit. With shaking hands, he raised his book, knowing what violent eruption was to come. He’d be out of it for a bit-- he could already tell-- and if he didn’t take a swing at Mavor now, he’d be at his mercy. His handwriting was awful, but he hoped that it’d count for the paper: ‘...And when he finished lining his paper, Mavor would find that his lust would not be sated by writing alone: indeed, he needed more.’ Seijan knew he was in control of this story, and he’d make the most out of what he had not yet used. He’d slammed his writing weight into Mavor himself, but of the world-- Seijan would turn the tides against him. ‘It was a good thing that Mavor had the entirety of a breeding barn to his own: a state-sized mega-factory dedicated to draining his body of their rich, sweet fluids, while suppressing his true, unstoppable size,’ The author smiled deviously. ‘But little did they know that with every drag of this lynx’s juices; that every bottle they sold, would change their customers forever, and their one-man cattle. As their tanks ran to the point of overload, the silly farmers in control would turn their flow back on their egg-filled lynx, feeding him his own cow-a-fying liquids. Horns would sprout, and an indomitable rut would cause his sperm-count to go nuclear, as would everyone around him. With every gulp his already gifted rack would multiply; all nine of his fluffy, furry breasts, and with it, would his balls. The size of his sperm would surge and swell, and from a single, furry sheathe, a forest of cocks would swarm.’ Seijan’s balls swelled at the thought-- unleashing a sexual apocalypse upon his creation-- but he had to finish his line before jacking his senses free: ‘And when those tanks blew, and the milking cups failed, the suppressing drugs in his system would too. He would return to his true, gigantic, macro-size unable to stop expanding as pent up hormones returned in full force. His body’s ultra-feminine shape would magnify; his ass and thighs growing wildly out of hand. ‘No continent would be safe; no horizon secure when Mavor’s growth resumed, and although his immobilizing shape would be relieved, that did not mean his many breasts, his many cocks, and his many, many balls would not stop growing… They’d grow… ‘But on a massive, universe-threatening scale.’ (I’m aware of your game, Mavor. Do unto me what I’ve done to you, right? Doesn’t really work when it’s your WORLD that’s made you this way! Good luck.) When he signed his work, he felt it come… His balls heaved; his breasts swelled, and for thousands of miles around, Seijan’s world turned white… It was truly a work of the gods themselves that they could affect reality to that degree, and in such a small moment in time as well. Personally, Mavor wasn’t really fond of just massively altering the entire layout of a story midway through it, such as through unexplained scene changes or transformations that no one paid attention to, but after being put in the receiving end of one, he began to wonder if he shouldn’t try out more of that in the future… assuming he even had one to begin with. A curious aspect of all the rampant misuse of their reality-altering power was that the lynx honestly did remember his life as always having been like that, while simultaneously knowing it was simply a state of immobilization foisted upon him mere moments before by a writer as horny as himself, separated by an increasingly thinner wall between realities. If it weren’t for the knowledge that whatever happened to him fortunately reflected back onto Seijan, Mavor might’ve felt inadequate in knowing that he was alone in being the size of his entire state, permanently hooked up to machinery on such a colossal scale that it strained their world’s ability to even keep it running nominally, much less repair any of the damage that was routinely inflicted upon it by the lynx’s overbearing size. With their body in the state that it was, even that vast wonder of engineering wouldn’t be enough to contain him for long; left to his own devices, his nine tits alone would simply keep growing with their pent-up production until the suction cups weren’t enough to keep them stable, while the many, many city-sized pumps servicing his cocks still weren’t enough to prevent his belly from filling with millions upon millions of eggs on a daily basis. Seeing as Seijan never quite made it explicit whether or not those things were being laid, Mavor chose to believe they weren’t; and maybe because reality was out to lunch and refused to come back, that’s exactly what happened. Really, it was a wonder how he was even inside that facility to begin with, even when one took the suppression drugs into account. Each heartbeat added a town’s worth of size to his already gigantic womb, each throb engorged his cocks and many cum factories by a mile each, and every heartbeat brought along with it a good three-mile radius to each of his tits. The lynx got to experience the serenity of existence as a hyper macro for maybe about ten seconds before the whole thing collapsed entirely, bringing the walls down and allowing him to finally ascend the way he was supposed to. In a way, he almost wanted it to happen the letting his assets bloat and grow and swell him under their own power, without any kind He’d still climb to impossible heights even “natural” way; just… along with the rest of of external assistance. under those conditions, just “slower,” for a given definition of the word; but to be fed his own milk, especially via the use of nine separate tubes, while the pumps servicing his trio of shafts were somehow plunged directly into his ass and a slit he didn’t even know he had. Whatever was in those drugs had turned him into some sort of breeder/dairy-cow hybrid, and done so much damage to his body as a whole that the feeding itself barely lasted half a femtosecond before the entire system just failed to hold him down. A single drop of either of his fluids would’ve been enough to cause an explosive chain reaction that would have flattened half the planet in but an instant; the growth generated by that kind of infusion would leave each of his breasts in a large-enough state as to… well, become a state in and of themselves before progressing to an even higher level, while granting his manhoods enough mass to carve out several canyons whenever they grazed the ground. But the lynx didn’t take a droplet, didn’t sample but a fraction of his production. He had a mouthful. Just one, nothing more. A whole gulp, one large enough to bulge out even his considerable throat, and the exact catalyst required to completely obliterate the planet he was once a citizen of. In that one instant, the Earth, were it still there to be seen, would easily fit snugly into the inside of a single one of the lynx’s nipple buds, right before being crushed by the onslaught of burgeoning breastflesh the moment after. One more half-second and the sun ceased to be, consumed in its entirety by a mere fraction of one of the lynx’s hyper-productive orbs. The effects it was having on his body were, as expected, exponential, as even at those sizes he couldn’t output more than an insignificant, googol-ian fraction of what his cum factories were making, which led to the egg-filled region of space that was his midriff to bloat to increasingly larger sizes at terrifyingly faster speeds, which itself forced his nine breasts to produce milk at an efficiency that surpassed that which should be physically possible. All around him was a ring of milk and cum, condensing into a new miniature galaxy that would soon outsize his original one. There was no need for breathing, for reality was his… … or rather, Seijan’s. It was time, he felt, to relinquish the selfish hold he had on the cabbit’s body. It was only fair, he believed, after Seijan had done such a spectacular job on his own body, for him to be rewarded with the same kind of generosity. It wasn’t just enough that they shared destinies and sizes; they must share their experiences as well. But how? There was no pen there, not one that he could use at all; being of that size kind of meant that writing was a thing of the past… but was it really the pen at all doing that? Perhaps it was, or perhaps it was simply the key through which more doors could be opened. After all, the thick layer of cum and milk trapped in his gravity well was certainly large enough that he could stick his finger into it and “write” by gouging deep, light-year-long gaps in the near-solid surface of it. Wouldn’t be the most dignified of ways to contact Seijan, but at least it would work. “As the two grew to a size that could finally begin to be called divine, the link between the two burgeoning gods grew stronger still,” the lynx ‘wrote,’ hoping that his control over reality itself was strong enough that he could abuse it to that degree, “allowing the two to begin sharing some of their experiences. Though still not powerful enough to begin transfer of material from one universe to the other, separating the two partners in ascension by a thin wall that yet refused to budge, it was the first of the many steps needed for the two to finally unite: a mutual understanding.” No sooner had he finished writing that sentence than an understanding began to dawn in the back of Mavor’s head. What had once been an utmost sincere belief that the two were engaging in the same kind of self-indulgent, growth-based debauchery that made up the entirety of the lynx’s universe at that point turned into shock, horror and slight disgust at himself after realizing what he had been putting the cabbit through. He could only hope that Seijan felt that his attempts at making him bigger were based on a genuine desire for mutual pleasure rather than a rancorous attempt at payback, even as his mind was wracked by feelings of regret. “And with his newfound understanding,” the lynx hastily added, “Mavor severed the link that connected their two bodies together completely, giving the cabbit some much-needed respite from his eternally-recurring cycle of explosive expansion.” Mavor felt like he needed to add something. Though what, he was at a loss for. (Sorry) Seijan was bathing in an ocean of his own spunk and milk. From space, anyone could see the province-sized orbs expanding beyond the cloudline, while massive oceans of milk and cum spread wide across the surface. He racked his brain between cumshots and milk-gasms-short-lived moments of consciousness, but they were there none-the-less. “H-how do I… F-fix this…” he mewled, anticipating another wave of shocking, debilitating growth. He counted the seconds in his head; the cabbit trying to play chess on a tic-tac-toe board, when a strange and unfamiliar notion struck him. Not a notion… A memory. He felt disembodied for a second, completely taken in by some otherworldly force. It was an invitation into the world of someone else-- someone he knew-- someone, who must have been, Mavor. The cabbit’s body recoiled as he felt it all strike him: a cascade of sexual release and bliss, but not from himself, but from the creation he didn’t even know was real. It felt amazing; it felt like rapture, but the defining discovery that dotted the cabbit’s mind was a thought in Mavor’s head that, as he wrote, did not match the one in Seijan’s. When the cabbit scored his page in ink and cum, he wrote it with malice-- as if it were a competition, and only he could win, but when Mavor penned his thoughts, they were of… A warmer place. “Nng… Shit…” Well, someone was the ass in this game, and it certainly wasn’t Mavor. Seijan felt he owed his pen-pal a proper apology; one for letting his writer’s ego dictate his hand. Even as the continent underneath him shuddered and shook, crumbling under the liquid weight of several miles of rabbit spheres. (To Mavor: I sincerely-The cabbit suddenly felt a powerful shock shoot squarely up his back. He clenched the pen, nearly snapping it in half as whatever struck him wasn’t exactly pain, nor was it pleasure. There was something odd about being mostly breasts and balls, and it was that one’s sense of scale was completely warped. He couldn’t tell for the life of him that something was changing, and it wasn’t exactly his genitals. He felt the flesh under him shift and strain, readjusting from cramped to somewhat comfortable. His hyper-eggnant belly felt less taut, and his eight tits more relaxed. His colossal cocks were still large, but, better wieldy, and when Seijan felt, for the first time in what must have been hours, the cool touch of a floor between his toes, did he realize something was up. Seijan… Sat up. Upon a beanie-bag-bed of balls, Seijan’s twenty-mile nutsac was now a cozy seat for him to rest upon. The macrofied cabbit, barely aware of his own ascension, realized that his head was high above cloud level. His twitching rods fanned out like a bouquet before him, still bigger than he-but wildly, for now, and the spurts of white he unleashed floated free of his home planet’s orbit. The massive tits he sported were still ever large, as was his loaded, almost person-sized womb, but at least in this moment, Seijan realized that Mavor had done him a boon. The planet underneath his giant, thicc behind crumbled and cracked, buried under miles of semen and milk-- and now smothered under the weight of a cabbit nearly fifteen-miles tall. The musk of him was global, and the pregnancies below total as his churning masses continue to work. Sheets of land tipped skywards under the weight of it all, and the wind that once nature controlled was a soft gale of air being pushed away from a steadily expanding hybrid. Growing miles every second, his body would smash through the hundred-mile mark in a matter of minutes; his balls and breasts reasserting themselves as the dominant shape upon Seijan’s body. Soft, plush, yet firm and full, his contradictingly large masses enveloped the rabbit in a blanket of his own body. He winced and mewled, feeling; watching the horizon once again disappear as grey-furred tits swelled with unspent milk, and his massively overpowered gonads spread wide across the horizon below. In waves, his breasts and balls passed a hundred miles each; two hundred; five-hundred, spanning outwards into the void and knocking satellites out of their orbit. He moaned, his voice reverberating through the muted atmosphere as cities stood no chance against the rapid swelling of a cabbit’s mighty balls. They evicted all who dared stand in the way, onto a new world made entirely of roiling, churning nads, and soon, not even the surface of the planet itself could resist. Watching from space; from behind the pale blue planet, one would see a new shape swallow up the stars. Thick pink cocks rose high over the crest: rung, knotted, and barbed, spraying planet-sized ropes unendingly into the stars, then breasts that dwarfed the home below reached outwards beyond the curve. A womb of white-and-grey fur came next, followed by the shape of a backside, so broad and wide, it could carry entire empires upon its width. And then finally-- swallowing it all, a grey shape; somewhat lumpy, but clearly round: ten, titanic, galaxy-filling balls dwarfed the little blue dot in its entirety. The writer, panting and heaving as his godly rise to the stars took him whole, felt the cool nip of space retreat at the musky heat radiating off his form. Mavor had moved him; moved him into places that he could barely imagine, and with it came the memory of his lynxian creation: of his pleasures, his bliss, and his intention. He was going to cum again; his senses rattled by a belly, breasts, and balls more than ten-times his already million-mile height, and as the tension grew in violent throngs, Seijan was unable to stop himself from cutting it all loose. With pleasure-drawn tears in his eyes, he reached back, forward, and down to sink his palms into his balls, cocks, and breasts, driving forth an orgasm gifted to him by a friend in another world. He heaved and exhaled stardust; felt everything around him warp, and then erupted with nova-like force. Five monster cocks: knotted, barbed, and full of cum, surged a milky way of super-dense spooge into the darkness. They coiled and spun, the ropes of trillions of cubic gallons worth of bunny DNA, as they were heaved into the darkness. Like a comet’s trail, they left in their wake a fog of musk so powerful, just smelling it might ascend one’s belly to the heavens with young. At the same time, an andromeda of milk surged from all ten of Seijan’s planet-flooding bosoms; bounty so great, that not even the distant stars could withstand the snuffing volume that flowed forth. A millennia of infinite climaxes could not amount to a second of Seijan’s own as planets were glazed and plastered under his onslaught. They became caked and splattered; flooded and overwhelmed, and soon made larger than they ever were before by miles, upon ever-rising miles of cum. “G-god…!” he cried out, unaware of the irony of his own heavenly rise to size. He came again, and again, and five times more; unable to stop his thousand-cumshot climaxes from happening. It all felt so good; too good, and with his newfound clarity, he only had Mavor to thank. With six arms, coordinating every letter, Seijan tried his best to write out his intentions, reaching into the dark to touch a floating, planet-sized glob of his own cum, only to use it as ink. It wasn’t the pen, he hoped, but his heart would make the magic of his writing so: (Thank you Mavor. I am sorry) he prefaced his letter. (Perhaps it's time for us to meet.) He wrote, with the end of his nail, carefully upon the dark sky of tits in front of him: ‘Mavor would grow relentlessly. His blessed body would push the limits of all size; all understanding, and not stop even as the realities that constrained him fought against it. He would grow bigger, and bigger, and bigger until the multiverse itself was but a subatomic spec; until he and his creator-- if he could call it that-- met.’ Seijan dotted the period and leaned back, watching as his cummy ink drifted lazily apart. The cabbit sighed and felt his world stir. His womb, laden with uncountable volumes of hatchling offspring, stretched and strained as his unspent seed formed countless eggs in their stead. His balls grew and gurgled in the void, spanning out behind him like a big, grey sun, while his breasts slowly swelled out towards the stars. He filled out as his production accelerated; filled with enough hyper-compressed liquid to fill his universe from end, to end. Beyond the confines of his solar system, forcing aside the night, A star-sized bunny relaxed as the galaxy around him was spread apart. Filled with something more meaningful. Full to the brim with grey; with white, until the fabric of the world would rend and split. It felt so good… It felt so good… to right this wrong. As he let loose and allowed his body to become what it was always destined to be, all sense of self-control decency was ejected from his reality almost as quickly as reality itself was. The lynx was outright displacing everything that wasn’t him, either absorbing the debris into his form or outright atomizing it from how rapidly he was swelling. His trio of rods tripled upon itself thrice over, until his nethers were an absolute mess of shafts that somehow failed to shrink despite splitting up into multiple copies. Every egg kept inside of his supercluster-spanning belly had apparently decided to just duplicate itself, quickly kickstarting an exponential climb that was only ever made worse by the remnants of that mouthful of milk still forcing its effects on the universal feline. All the while, each cosmos-spanning breast had ceased to eject milk; their nips became too fat, too thick and engorged for anything to escape, only adding to the unbelievably fast growth that now characterized Mavor’s entire existence. For that was what he was destined to be, really. Not a growing lynx, not a growing human, but growth. He was the embodiment of it, the personification of both the core concept and all other indulgent possibilities that surrounded it. He would become everything that could remotely be related to the mere act of self-pleasuring… at least, after he met him of course. He knew it was a command from beyond the veil, but in all honesty he had wanted to see Seijan for himself since realizing this entire experience wasn’t just some weird kind of lucid dream. When the call hit him, the cabbit’s voice summoning him from wherever it was he made his home, Mavor knew exactly where to go. Superclusters became megaclusters became nothing; the universe itself rapidly evaporated, leaving behind nothing but a continuously-shrinking bubble that was soon too miserably tiny to be perceived by the growing god that was the lynx. His background was white, but it lacked colour; it was true nothing, the backdrop of existence upon which he was to impose his will. If Mavor wanted to, he could be anything there; moving a hand casually swatted away entire universal clusters, and before long he was simply breathing entire multiverses simply by virtue of his existence. But that wasn’t enough. It’d never be enough. Regardless of what he might be capable of doing, the lynx was just one person, one entity. A powerful one, to be sure, but still just a singular divinity in what should rightfully be a duo. It wouldn’t do for him to meet Seijan, not because it would lower him to inhabiting a singular universe, but because it would deny the cabbit the true glory that was reaching apotheosis. He had to come to him, for that was the only way Seijan would get what he truly deserved. There was no need for a pen, nor even writing anymore; what the lynx spoke simply became true, for that was the new law of reality that the both of them had imposed upon existence. “So it was that Seijan’s body, already struggling to find room for the many assets it carried, altered itself to better fit his needs. A longer torso, an extra pair of legs, a modified and even extra pairs of arms, all arranged into a distinctly equine shape that, would the cabbit ever find anything big enough to walk upon… he would probably still find it difficult to move around, given just what exactly he was forced to lug around. But at least it wouldn’t look so crowded on his comparatively minute frame.” The lynx paused, wondering what would be the best thing to say under those circumstances. “In that moment, as Seijan’s form tore through the Oort Cloud and straight on towards the edge of the Milky Way, when he blinked and the Local Cluster became little more than a memory, the cabbit became aware of the one universal truth: that true glory was found only on ascension, and that a being as destined for greatness as himself could only ever seek it, for it was as natural to them as breathing or constantly cumming. It was a fundamental part of their nature, and thus reality obeyed accordingly, opening the gates for their apotheosis to take place, giving them the much-needed boost to not only match their feline creation…” He gulped. He was really about to make that reality. “... but surpass it.” It would become true. It was true. It had always been true. (Come closer, Seijan. I need to see you) The cocktail of sensations was nothing short of strange. Seijan felt his body shift in odd ways; his bloated belly… Moving, his breasts, shifting... He reached back, hoping to find his new ground; his balls, but found instead, his back. Despite cumming up a storm, Seijan was delighted to find that Mavor had sent him some help. His large, front legs had become strong, stepping paws, while his hind-- a very thicc, universe-clapping behind-- was now a pair of haunches. “That’s so much better…” the cabbit soothed as he massaged his knew, tauric body. Eight boobs now sorted themselves out: four below, and four above, and now, he was encased in a wall of his own make. Seijan lavished in his own size, feeling his full-body bed of tits, ass, and his multitude of balls encase his senses in a cocoon of bliss. A fat sheathe housed all five of his shafts, the throbbing meat-bouquet only swelling at the thought; the touch of tit-fucking his tauric tats, and as if to reward the change, Seijan could not help but recoil at the shocking rush of this newly gifted attribute. Over the sloshing, the growing, the expanding noises of his body, he could hear a distant, unknown voice calling him forwards, surging his growth with every gentle syllable. “I’m coming…!” Seijan promised, feeling the hot spark of a star drift into little more than an insignificant spec; the suction of a black hole drowned as one of his nipples smothered it shut. His five cocks pierced and spanned entire galactic clusters, and filled the void from end to in his goo, while the balls that powered them stretched infinitely into the darkness. What could be considered dust upon his musky landscape, were the quadrillions-of-quadrillions of cubic lightyears of planets, stars, and formations, all orbiting in clusters around their new mass. Seijan was dancing in a twilight-lit heaven of his own world: his own sexes vastly outsizing his galaxy-dwarfing body by math-shattering bounds. As his growth accelerated, Seijan knew what was to come. He could feel it-- he’d written it before-- the ends of the universe. It felt warmer than he imagined as his nipples impressed upon the boundary, like a blanket warmed by winter fire. His five, throbbing shafts penetrated and distended the field, and like rubber; like nylon, he felt their ends distend and bulge as cumshots the size of ten-thousand galactic clusters distended the already strained barrier. “Mmmng…!” Seijan bit his lip as he felt the world around him tighten. His ass spilled back over his tauric back as his bloated nuts reached their ends, touching his breasts as they too were pushed back upon him. The bunny bucked his hips and felt uncountable miles of coc massaged by the electric-touch of the end; his bubbling payload growing in pressure as the bliss it wrought was like nothing he’d ever felt. HIs ears stood on end and the hackles of his fur rose to a point as he kneaded his body with all six arms; feeling cramped and compressed as the world would take no more of him. This universe, in a sea of other universes, began to bloat and expand: a pea, growing into a marble, into a bubble, into a melon among its kin as grey-and-white fur impressed on it, growing outwards. There was a deafening rumble-- deafening even in the void-- as this unspectacular spec suddenly bloated white. It doubled in size, then quadrupled-- then multiplied itself once more, before exploding apart in a splash of white. Seijan cried out his ecstasy, his voice alone in a vacuum of individual universes, that would too join his body in orbit around his virile form-- a form that was multiplying. From his sheath, Seijan could feel more cocks growing to form, as if trying desperately to manage the cum-tanks behind him; to stop them from getting even larger. In the same breath, the tension inside his trembling bunny-sac reached new heights as their mass grew beyond comprehensible densities-- packed to a subatomic level with of cum, and new, even more powerful jizz-makers. His climax forced aside the fibres of this world, heaving up universe after universe on a wave of his own pleasures. No reality of any size could even think of containing a drop of this godly-sized cabbit’s load, as he pumped a thousand, ten thousand-- fifty-thousand ropes free without even dropping an inch on his sac. A womb, full to its ends with eggs, would find no place sufficiently large enough to house even a fraction of the life inside as even the multi-verse began to strain with Seijan’s rapid growth. Like the universe before, sparks flew and pleasure rose as Seijan filled even it to its ends, and from a macro scale, seemed to emerge at the atomic in another plane of existence. Soon, it too was but a dot under Seijan, subjected to his ceaseless orgasms and milky tides, or forced away by a belly burdened to the ends with eggs. If Seijan were normal sized, at this point, one breast alone could have been his home planet, magnified by a thousand, and that said nothing of his balls, and even less of his belly. With every inch he grew; every barrier he parted, Seijan could feel the ends of existence starting to part. The metaphysical laws that governed him were being replaced with his impregnating seed, and even time itself was laid to rest under a crushing coil of bunny dicks. He could feel something coming… Something growing as the voided background of white turned into a coiling mass of his own goo. The final barrier was coming up; the last stop in his plane, and although Seijan couldn’t see it past his insurmountable wall of sex, he could feel it breaking… He could feel it… He could feel something poking back; growing back. It felt warm; it felt good. It felt like… “...Mavor?” The overwhelming warmth only got worse when the looming presence of the lynx materialized from thin air, producing itself from nothing before letting Seijan know just how much smaller he was by hosting his entire body on a single one of their own feline breasts… at least until the cabbit began to quickly outgrow even him. “You’re even cuter in person,” Mavor giggled, “and goodness, I didn’t think you’d have so many tits on you~” Seijan huffed at being called cute. “...It’s sort of your fault, you know…” the expanding cabbit insisted, his voice seeming to carry between the mass of flesh that comprised his body. “...You’re… Much handsomer than I had imagined. I didn’t even know you were real-- you know? Let alone… Here.” Mavor’s size was indomitable, so bloated with a triple-set of triple-tits that the bunny-taur could barely see his face until he swelled up to size. Having willed the cabbit to be ever bigger than himself, the lynx should probably have been expecting the sudden surge in size that turned Seijan from a pint-sized speck on one of his tits to the colossal deity that shadowed everything around him. Nonetheless, Mavor’s own cheeks had turned bright red; the actual sight of his lover-to-be was… intimidating. “I figured you were just a figment of my imagination as well,” he replied after clearing his throat, “though the whole thing was a dream. At least until the first growth spurt, that kinda… yeah, that h-hit hard, heh.” Seijan’s heart was racing. There was so much of Mavor, and yet, even in this void comprised near-solely of lynx and cabbit, with nothing around, things felt woefully incomplete. “...I take it you… Like it?” he asked, conversationally, carefully guiding the ever-shrinking lynx into his person, carefully nuzzling his real-life pen-pal into the cleave of his breasts. The bunny could still feel the void around him trying to compress his size back down, impression upon a border that his gigantic sac and expanding womb were pushing. Out of every possible way he could say it, it was pretty obvious which one the feline would choose. When he looked up and saw his partner in divinity overtake him and keep on going, when even the vast infinities they were adrift in began to feel insufficient in containing his burgeoning form, there was only one way to fully express the maelstrom of emotions raging inside of his head. Even the thought of growing bigger to compensate didn’t cross his mind; everything but those three words had been successfully excised from his consciousness. “I love it!” Seijan felt his already tented coil of cocks grow even thicker at the notion. “Y-You do?” he hiccuped dumbly. “I’ve… Never gotten feedback quite like this, I must say… But um… Maybe…” A considering thought filled his head. ‘Maybe… He’d like to be bigger?’ But no sooner did he punctuate the idea, did he realize that his ascension had brought more to him than size. It brought power. There were no secrets between them; how could there be when they were both so above the mere concept of information that their very being distorted reality purely by force of will? Thus, when Seijan thought, so too did Mavor, and when the lynx responded with full, unconditional acceptance, then the cabbit would be hit by a wave of warmth so powerful that even their immense body could feel it. Mavor smiled and closed his eyes. He was ready. Seijan shuddered as he felt the breadth of his size rapidly expand. “Nn-Nnng…! Y-You didn’t have to-- m-make me bigger…!” he insisted as his billowing nads enveloped the infinite horizon. One of Sei’s six hands pushed into his tits, inviting more space for his liken-sized friend as they both grew. He pet the lynx idly with one of his hands, teasing his many shafts and his growing belly, loving how soft and soaked his fur was-- how the streams of his goo seemed to wash over the rabbit in gentle, warm tides. “Wait a moment…” the bunny said between panting huffs. “...If the stuff I wrote made you… Then… some of it should still apply to me…!” No sooner did the larger rabbit surmise this notion, did he take his smaller-ish friend up like a snack, and plunge his maw down upon his breasts. He took a drag from several of the lynx’s full nipples, shamelessly divulging in his lurid juices-- if only for the sake of satiating a lust that Mavor himself had invited. It had absolutely been Mavor’s intention to make the cabbit even bigger than he already was, but what he did not expect, oddly enough, was for Seijan to turn around and actually use some of that size difference to his own benefit. The moment he felt his fellow god’s intentions graze against his surface thoughts was the same one he began to panic, but without any real means to stop him (nor the willpower, really), Seijan found no resistance to his sudden desire to partake of some genuine lynx milk. The purring and moaning mixed together the instant the cabbit’s lips touched one of those over engorged teats, with the flow being accordingly mind-boggling in size as soon as the buds were allowed to loosen up a little. Within just a couple of seconds, Seijan’s mouth would fill with the same, sweet cream that had allowed Mavor to transcend the boundaries of his own reality. Except, of course, magnified in potency and volume by about the same difference as Mavor’s body and a single one of its constituent molecules. He recoiled, of course; Seijan having been shocked by the sheer output of Mavor’s massive tits. The rush flooded his throat, a literal deluge of milky, creamy goodness that, on a normal scale, would have obliterated the universe in a single second. Seijan swallowed as much as he could, feeling his body react positively to the impending storm. His already monolithic breasts bubbled and pushed back against him; all ten seeming to puff up with even more flesh, while his multitude of knotty rods ballooned in climax as another, existence-rending eruption tore into a non-existent plain like a condom. There would be a trifecta of microverses now occupied only by Seijan’s seed, but that was a problem not meant for him. The bunny taur, unable to gulp Mavor’s magnificent milk, recoiled at once with cheeks full of the lynx’s lactic love-- but instead of swallowing the flow, the crafty cabbit took all six arms to his friend, and pulled him in for a forceful kiss. A kiss that would exchange more than just saliva-- it’d shove milk straight down his throat. Contrary to what might be expected, the effects of the milk on the creature that had produced it did not match those that it had on Seijan. Rather, they were amplified by such an immense magnitude that the kiss couldn’t even be finished before Mavor’s mouth grew to encompass nearly the entirety of the cabbit’s body! It was hard to tell just what exactly the lynx looked like at that scale; everywhere that Seijan looked turned into a murky, grey background, like Mavor’s body was being slowly devoured by the featureless background of the interstitial network of nothing between realities… that is, of course, until looking into the lynx’s mind revealed that he was becoming the very background itself! The one instant where he could still see him before finally losing him from sight had Mavor occupy every place at every time. Even Seijan’s own body was filled by his fellow god, who had outgrown everything to such an absurd degree that reality itself was subsumed by their unending desire to grow. That one, single kiss had given him everything he needed to surpass everything, even the metaphysical barriers imposed on beings like them. And when the cabbit’s mouth suddenly and inexplicably filled with milk as well, he knew exactly who was beckoning him and why… The back and forth caused the laws of everything to warp and shift, for even the absolute-end of everything, stretched and contorted by a lynx and a rabbit’s lustful growth, could not withstand the expansive power of their own creation. The tightening sensation around them narrowed to a point where it seemed like they’d be crushed under the weight of their own bodies-- growing larger, growing still, filling with more fluid than they could ever hope to expend. The tangle of ams, of lips, breasts, cocks, and balls could only extend so far-- could only extend so far-- could only extend-- Cynthia had just finished her third jack-off session in the hour. Her bed-sized condoms lumbered in the corner of the room while her phone, lovingly nestled between her breasts, was filled end to end with text. Something about a rabbit; something about a lynx; some endless growth. How her loins yearned, and now, burned in bliss. “God…” she exhaled, finding her breath warm in the afterglow of her orgasms: her tauric cock now limp and exhausted-- the deer-taur ready to lay down for a rest. She put her phone down, and got up to switch off the lights to her bedroom, but heard a distinct rattle from her device that brought her to pause. She was not halfway across the room when she noticed that her phone was shaking: bouncing up and down on the table she’d left it on. “What the…” she began, approaching her device, when suddenly, from nowhere-- impossibly-- a geyser of hot-white something spewed from the microphone and speaker. Cynthia recoiled, taken aback by miles when she saw that her porn-device was now a porn fountain, geysering buckets of cum through vents that could, with even the most generous stretches of the imagination, have contained that much fluid. Panic swept her heels up and she stepped slowly backwards. Then, she heard a pop-- a pop as her screen bulged and distended. There was another pop as the plastic backing cracked and heaved. Swaths of grey, of beige-coloured fur, spilled between the gashes. “N-no way…!” the herm-taur gawked, watching as her phone became fully circular-- and then, in one swift explosion, burst like a bomb. Cynthia felt hot spooge cake her face; a slathering so thick that, by the time she wiped he eyes clean, she saw that her room had shrunken. A wall of flesh had swallowed up more than half of her space, a wall of throbbing, bulky cocks; of pink, puffy nipples, and sloshing, churning gonads. Her ears fell when she realized how fast it was growing-- too fast for her to retreat. “Oh my god-- that was real?!” she yelped, feeling leagues of spooge erupt all across her bedroom. The floor sank and the ceiling groaned as the walls themselves protested such a flood of eggs, breasts, and balls. Everything around Cynthia groaning, crying out, and shattering under the weight before-- Seijan cried out as he felt the barrier to some other world shatter and explode around him. He must have been only the size of a speck of dust in this brave new existence; glimmering stars now visible overhead once more. He held Mavor’s hands; the exchange of milk relinquished for only a moment as their growths equalized. “You know, I could make you mount me…” Seijan half-laughed, his proposal punctuated by what sounded like distant car alarms and collapsing wood and brick. “I might just take you up on that offer,” Mavor giggled back, absentmindedly kicking down what had to be at least five or six housing blocks, “you know, once we have enough room, that is.” His definition of “more” might need a bit of a readjustment; even buried as they were by their own bodies, surrounded on every side by an eternally-growing wall of breast- and cock- and nutflesh that churned loudly and strongly enough to disrupt plate tectonics, it was hard to dispute that the two of them had just been gifted a significant amount of growing space. But it wasn’t enough; it’d never be enough. The two lovers could very well smash against the boundaries of this odd meta-reality for all he cared and he’d still demand ever-escalating amounts of room to fill. They had already shattered through one multiversal cluster, so what was another one to the list? “Though I have to say, I didn’t expect things to be this… repetitive,” the lynx sighed, offhandedly inserting two of his nipples into Seijan’s topmost pair of breasts, “at the very least, we’re owed something a bit more… spectacular.” “And what do you mean by that?” the cabbit smirked, bracing and sighing as he felt his plush, pink caps invaded by another. The city-wide hills colliding caused the entire continent to fracture; sexual fluids the only glue holding much of the crust of this distant, far-away reality together. The milky tide sprayed back and forth between them, and Seijan could feel the pressure mount and swirl inside him. It made his already horizon-spanning cum-tanks rumble and churn, anticipating the lurid fasciation of a sex-hungry other. “You’re not going to ask me to give you more breasts, are you? I mean, what would you do with them?” Of course, as Seijan said this, he was writing the story in with two of his hands behind his back; the fiddling of his fingers working so fast that it’d be hard to discern. Even he could not keep up with his own fascinations; his mind distracted ground-penetrating five-set of cocks causing planet-fissuring vibrations with each squeeze of his nads. He wrote, in a frantic, lustful scribble, ‘With every squeeze of his breasts, Mavor’s lust for eggs would grow. Through tides of milk from his many breasts, an infectious gift began to spread. Simply touching his tide of creamy delight would grant his boon: a bottomless clutch of eggs.’ He was about to suggest Seijan do just that; Mavor wasn’t a picky person, really, you gave him an extra pair of tits or five and he’d be perfectly happy. The gift of eggs, however, was met by equal parts shock and elation, at least as soon as the lynx understood that what he was feeling inside of him was not the budding pressure of ever-higher milk production, but the birth and multiplication of an endless clutch, fed by the same torrents of milk that overfilled the planet’s oceans and began forming a thick ring around the both of them. With his belly as full as it was by the eggy delight bestowed on him by the cabbit, Mavor’s brain was already attuned to the kind of sensations that came along with it. Fortunately, that attunement was directed entirely to his womb, which, while not exactly “natural,” was at least the place where eggs should be… at least in furry logic. So to suddenly feel all of his tits fill up with the same kind of oval shapes, the exponential growth ensuring that they stretched out his skin and fur far more than his milk ever could, was to taste heaven. And for Seijan, this would also mean he would get to taste the exact same pleasure that Mavor did, because those two nipples were still shoved firmly inside of his own, ensuring that pressure differentials alone would throw a few million of those eggs directly into his topmost row of breasts; the best test to whether they reacted purely to the lynx’s milk, or to any lactic ocean... Seijan winced at the exchange of fluids, feeling his top-rack of bunny-boobs bloat and swell beyond any feasible measure when compared to his body. “Nnnng… Th-that’s something else…!” the bunny sighed as the pressure in his rack gripped him whole-hog: taking from him the pressure of lactic overflow, and instead, the warmth of being loaded to the nose with eggs. His bosom, once soft and laden with cream, was now soft, creamy, and filled with eggs. He could be a one-bunny dairy farm: cows, chickens, and all at this rate, for as his already province-spanning tits swelled, his upper-row grew with even greater force. The clouds parted in their wake as the deluge of milk-- Mavor’s infectious, impregnating milk, flowed freely with Seijan’s own, pouring down on the populace below. To go bigger was the only way to lean now, for the planet they had accidentally invaded was now more flesh than stone, water, or air combined. As cum volcanos billowed out across the world, and a rising tide of milk turned hoards of sex-stricken micros into bloated, ballooning egg mountains, the inevitable growth would smother the planet in its entirety. Their false moon would be replaced with one of Mavor’s many balls, and the distant asteroid fields knocked aside by Seijan’s expanding rack. An ass to darken the sun itself would emerge, amongst it all, and as the rest of their bodies exponentially swelled, the stars themselves would be put on a growing list of places not safe from two growing boys. With more than enough cum free-floating to burst the universe; and likewise enough milk to flood it back together, nothing would be safe. And nothing was safe. Having already broken through the layers of one reality, it was child’s play for them to do it again. Exponential as their growth was, what took them minutes before accelerated until it was repeated upon itself a trillion times over before they could even blink; the solar system was the first thing to go, and right when they were getting ready to celebrate the destruction of yet another Milky Way, the Local Supercluster was already growing dimmer out in the distance. It was impossible to describe or comprehend, let alone discern the kind of maddened growth the two had imposed upon one another; finally free of any constraints they might’ve had, they were once again rulers of this meta-reality, free to do with it as they pleased. Entire universes were wiped away with a single stroke of their heads, metaversal clusters undone based on their will alone. More than once they found a border, something more tangible trying to contain them, only to shatter through those barriers as easily as they had every other one. Nothing would ever stop them, for their very nature was to become unstoppable. They embodied growth in the most literal sense of the word, and thus, naught would stand in their way but one another. And yet, there was something. Neither of them could explain it, for it was always there somehow, poking at their subconscious without either of them realizing it. At that size, however, it was becoming ever clearer, like a blurry image being treated to remove all the grain. It was still hard to make out, but a clearer and clearer picture was rapidly forming. “Hey Seijan,” Mavor spoke up, booping the cabbit’s nose with his own, “do you feel that?” Seijan, a little dazed from his expansive, endless climaxes; from swimming in a wide, immeasurable entropy of sperm, milk, and fur, looked out and around himself to regard his surroundings. Indeed, there was something… Here. It nipped at his sixth sense and aroused a more conscious part of his brain. It was as if he were on a stage; concentrated upon by a thousand pairs of eyes. Or perhaps, only one pair of eyes. “...I do…” the cabbit noted, feeling a presence larger than him invade his space as another wall fell away, collapsing under an indomitable tide of bunny. His laden womb billowed through existences and their forefathers; time and memory filled to shattering by the girth of one of Seijan’s hydra of cocks. The laws of matter would bend and mould to the overflow of his cum, and even the rules of biology-- already molested by two furry creatures grown larger than any one mind could comprehend, were broken over the omnipresent virility of his seed alone… And yet, despite overflowing what he could imagine was everything… There was still… Something. Someone. “Do you think… they feel us too?” Seijan asked his furry lover, inviting his touch, a wry and knowing smirk pulling itself across his muzzle. “I would hope so. It’d be a shame if we went all this way only to get ignored at the very end, wouldn’t it?” Mavor looked towards them, unable to truly grasp what it was that he was seeing. His mind was telling him that it was the final layer of reality, that there would be nothing more beyond it, but his gut instinct told him he had to be wrong, if for no other reason than the simple fact that meant they’d have to stop growing, and that was tantamount to heresy in his book. No, there was something beyond it, there had to be. And if there wasn’t… well, they’d just have to make it. “I can only hope they’ll greet us with as much gusto as they made us. A fitting end for creator gods, wouldn’t you think so~?” Seijan scoffed, feeling the walls of one more world impress on his mass. “You call this an end? I say, once we’re out there-- that’ll be our real beginning.” ...And at any rate they continued to grow, nothing in existence could escape. No speed too great; no size too large-- nothing in their way would stand until nothing stood at all. Through whatever media they were exposed, they would blow through: a wall of fur and cum. No place would be safe, no matter how isolated, abstract, or non-existent. The only way to avoid it-- a rampant, unstoppable, and unhindered invasion of fur and flesh-would be to have avoided it long beforehand. As you've read all the way here, you should know that the gate has been opened; the bridge between worlds has been connected in writing, and you are the one who has built it. It'll only be a matter of time now, in which they will come knocking at the space behind your screen. Time is counting down. And space is running out.
Duke James Mathews, a dapper gent from a time long passed, spent eons tormented and trapped by Occult in the Land Beyond Dreams where James sealed magic away. Released only a few years ago by a beautiful woman named Chloe and her companions- Aden her husband, Ken their son, Lilac who is Ken's girlfriend and her identical twin sister Violet. Set free by them, James could not simply turn his back to castle Greivanhal and Occult- the barrier between the Land Beyond Dreams and reality was crumbling away and the risk of Occult being unleashed on the world again became greater and greater. He spent some time getting to know the world again, having been removed from it for well over a thousand years, he was a bit behind the times. Occult and his counterpart Arcane continued to show up here and there all over the world, sometimes only minor harmless events, but sometimes not. James encountered a woman named Sahara who had been turned into a giraffe by Occult, and in her he found his first new ritualist- it was time to train spellcrafters to renew the seal, and keep magic out of the real world. With Arcane's help James restored Sahara to her human body, and then recruited the original group who saved him before to be the remaining ritualists. The original ritualists who sealed Arcane and Occult were trapped on the other side of the seal alone with the Duke. They were decapitated by Occult and forced to share a single Dullahan-like body. The new sealing team invaded Greivanhal now, ready to reseal it. The old seal was almost entirely gone so they could not afford to wait any longer, but had to be very careful...Occult knew the seal was almost broken and that they would not take it sitting down. They all looked at each other and nodded, kneeling down to work on the seal. The runic array was huge, etched into the ground covering most of the huge round balcony, overlooking an ocean that looped infinitely. Once the depression of the runes was filled with a shimmering bright prismatic energy...now only the edges glow dimly, if at all. There was sections and even entire runes that had gone completely dark. If Arcane tried to do this she would be immediately stopped- she is too powerful, Occult can track her ever movement easily. The group quickly used the magic tools to set up the pathways and held them, while James channelled actual magic down into it. It took much longer, but he gathered dispersed energy from the magic-saturated area, so there was was no single channelling point to give away their location. The only way this would work is if Occult never knew it is happening. To his immense relief, they completed the seal, and it flashed brightly signalling its completion. James smiled wide, wiping nervous sweat from his brow, looking the completed seal over. His smile started to fade though. James looked shocked down at the array as it shimmered, flickered and then shifted and burned out. It was an illusion! The actual array was several feet over from where they thought! Lizabeth appeared in the streets of the city about an hour later, beside Duke James Mathews as he watched Greivanhal phasing into reality, warping and destroying other buildings in it's way. It shimmered and pulsed in the middle of the road as the border between it and reality melted away, the seal completely destroyed. Lizabeth was in her human form, with her black horn staff in hand and cloaked in her long thread-bare robe. I : Min-maxing The Lavendelle sisters stuck together since they were identical twins. Everyone scattered from the dice Occult tossed, thinking if they distanced themselves from it, it would take longer to affect them, and if they divided it would take still longer to target them individually. They were trying to head to one of the portal runes, thinking if they all activated it would purge everyone back into reality. What would they do on the other side? No one had any clue, but since there was an immediate danger with the dice here at the castle, getting away was their current goal. Violet look the lead, but Lilac gave her a few directions. The last time they were here, Violet was almost turned into a giant vagina, and Lily nearly got turned into a giant penis. Violet was pinned by constant orgasms though, and never left the atrium, Lily knew a little bit of the castle's layout because she was able to wander off and encounter the centaur Clyde before she succumbed last time. By the time the two reached the storage hall Lily had been to long ago, both sisters were feeling a bit odd. Violet was feeling a bit stiff, and an odd outward pressure all over her body. When she looked back to Lily to ask if she was alright, she noticed something wrong immediately- she was several inches shorter! They were identical twins- the same in every physical way! Lily was feeling a bit light headed and weak, but didn't notice the height difference till she seen how Violet was looking at her. They both knew right away it was an effect of Occult's cursed dice, and it only made them hurry more. By the time they finally made their way around all the old boxes and furniture piled up and covered in sheets through the huge room, it was getting very awkward to keep up with each other. Lilac continued to become more meek, having to pause a moment every few steps to pull up her clothing because none of it fit properly anymore. Violet was getting wedgied pretty hard by her own clothing that was starting to look like it was painted on, and she kept having to look back for Lilac to make sure she didn't get lost behind all the old crap piled in the room, because one of Violet's steps was almost two for Lilac. They were both starting to feel frisky in spite of themselves, knowing that was an effect as well. Pleasure and lust was an easy 'out' for Occult to exploit, using it to manipulate people's behaviour how he wants, and diverting their attention. Violet found it easier to ignore than Lilac, who always had a slightly narcissistic crush on her sister. They did not get far in the hall on the opposite side before they had to stop entirely, and Violet tried to convince Lilac to just leave her clothing. She was too small now, even when trying to hold them up they still got in the way. She still had the body of an adult but was no taller than a ten year old. Violet on the other hand heard her skirt rip a bit as she helped her sister out of her too small clothing- because her own was now far too tight. Violet was approaching the height of the large doorways in the building. Whatever Lilac was losing was going to Violet. Lilac still clung to her shirt as the last bit of clothing- covering almost her entire body on its own. She didn't want to go nude, both because she didn't want to be so vulnerable in such a grim location, and she didn't want her sister to see how aroused she had already been made by the magic. She was not great at resisting it. Violet picked up Lilac and carried her now since their sizes were so wildly different. It was weird for them both. To Violet it was almost like carrying a child, except Lilac was very clearly a grown woman draped in a shirt that was giant for her. So it was more like looking at an insanely well made doll of...herself. Lilac tried to avoid eye constant to make things...well, less weird than they already were. Lilac didn't just feel small, it felt almost like there was a tiny pin hole somewhere deep inside of her and her very essence was being pulled into it. She felt weak, but could still move around just fine- the smaller she got the less of an impact she had on anything. And it didn't help that she was continuously brushing her sisters breasts in this position- and Violet's breasts were giant compared to her. Lilac was worried about the parameters of the curse effects- when did they stop changing size? Would she just keep shrinking till she didn't even exist anymore?! Thanks to the lust increasing side effects of it, she was at least distracted from her worrying by Violet's increasingly awkward movement, as her clothing started to constrict her more and more, till finally she bent over with a moan and the seams of her clothing finally gave up the ghost. Starting from the middle of her giant thighs the seams of her jeans burst open and tore both up and down, till they were completely off her. Her shirt started to rip under her arms, both caught between the pressure of her arms trying to move and her breasts being squeezed with tremendous pressure, blooming out the stretched collar like a muffin. The shirt exploded off her in two parts- back and front as the sides of her panties snapped, and her bra fell away- the clasp having already been bent beyond its ability to function long before her shirt gave. Lilac's tiny pussy clenched and drooled at the sight, though her heart was also racing from a bit of fear. From her tiny perspective the seams ripping was considerably more loud, and if she was directly swatted by the clothing as it exploded off she could actually have gotten hurt. Violet stopped to catch her breath after for a minute. Her skin was bright pink where her clothing had been strangling her. By the time she went to continue, she quickly realized she was trapped in the hall. She was bigger than the doorways! Lilac fit in one of her hands! She sat down, knowing she had no choice but to hope for someone else to rescue them now, and examined her miniscule sister. Between the magical affects and already being infatuated with her identical twin to begin with, Lilac was panting trying to hold back her arousal at her giant nude sister. The size difference between them was so great that Violet's boobs were literally the size of hills to her. Violet sighed, and tossed the useless shirt away from her sister and plopped her down on her breasts as she laid down propped against a wall at the end of the hallway. Lilac immediately started kissing and forcibly pressing herself into the tit flesh, which felt odd to Violet but not unpleasant. The flesh bounced and swayed around to Lilac, but to Violet the movement was so small she barely noticed. Lilac ground her pussy against the giant wall of soft rubbery flesh and sucked on the huge nipple, but it did not take long before the nipple was hurting her jaw. They were becoming so different in size the nipple was too large for Lilac's mouth! Just rolling with it at this point, to relieve both of them, Violet directed her down to her own pussy- she did not want to grab Lilac and move her out of fear she might accidentally hurt her. Lilac knew the trek would only get harder if she didn't hustle, so she slid down the later half of her sister's boobs, falling a good distance due to the more severe curve of the underboob. She dashed down her ribs and stomach, jumping onto her butt and sliding down the groove toward the navel like it was a slide, then returned on foot at the pubic mound came into view. She could see the radiant pink of her sister's clitoral hood before even climbing up onto the mound itself. The skin here was a bit hard to stand on because it was even softer than the breasts. Lilac draped her legs over either side of the clit, catching it against her own crotch and messaging the labia with her bare feet. Her own clit hard but like a grain of sand compared to the large stiff pleasure button her sister had. She leaned back on her arms and thrust along the top of her giant sister's pink pearl, wetting it even more with her own juices in the process. As one would expect from identical twins their orgasms were synced perfectly, though Violet was worried by a quiet shrill sound, thinking her orgasm may have hurt her sister somehow. It actually took her some time to spot Lilac. It seemed as though their size alternation had hustled to completion by the orgasm, but while they stopped changing, the size was ridiculous. Violet's clitoris was like a boulder to Lilac who was hanging onto it for dear life. That made her roughly the size of Violet's thumb nail, so they would have to just remain like this till someone hopefully found them. Lilac was too small to pick up without accidentally crushing her. The most annoying part is they couldn't even communicate properly. Lilac's voice was so tiny Violet couldn't understand a thing she said, and Violet's voice even at a whisper was overly loud to Lilac. II : Hot-blooded, Cold-blooded Fight Arcane rushed through the castle's upper floors trying to figure out where Occult was projecting himself from. As she stepped around the corner of a doorway, she seen only the briefest glimpse of a white rabbit before realizing he had found her first. The world around her seemed to crumble upward, drawing her own into a darkness where bits and pieces of the castle drifted up past her, till finally another, smaller world fell up to meet her. A forest clearing with a very long table with many chairs was before her, and Arcane took a seat knowing she had few options. The tablecloth was askew and plates and food were all over the place. On the opposite end, Occult's magician avatar took a slight bow, before flipping his tophat off onto the table to let the white rabbit peek out. On the streets of reality, a vortex of destroyed buildings and vehicles spun around the area in a huge, low halo. The wreckage was tossed out from things that occupied the same space Greivanhal now was, unintentionally revealing a way to slow Occult down. A woman appeared for a split second before assuming her true form as a huge two headed dragon, Meredith with pale purple eyes and Maribeth with deep blue eyes. One with a single long narrow horn on the left side of their head, and the other with one on the right. Long neck, clubbed tail, she walked on all fours and also had large wings for flight. She is the younger sister of Lizabeth and is covered with platinum coloured scales with a golden sheen to them. She did not have the dimensional magic of her sister, but all dragons had at least a bit of magic- elemental usually. Arcing a head to either side the ettin-drake breathed streams of flame into the space where Greivanhal was materializing. It could not materialize properly if something else occupied that space, so by filling that space with elemental magic she was slowing it from entering reality! She seen someone racing to the front of the castle to try and counter and tried to stop them, but she could not redirect enough fire there to stop it from becoming solid long enough for them to cross over into reality. A gigantic sea serpent slammed into Meredith and Maribeth, knocking them onto their back temporarily. Naga's scales were pale baby blue with a pastel cyan underbelly. She lurched forward using two almost wing-like multi-jointed giant fins at her sides. Her entire body was covered with fins of various sizes, most with sharp bony points. Her body was as thick as the dragon's torso, which meant her head was several times bigger than either of theirs. Riding the back of Naga's neck was her accomplice Alamia, in a new humanoid form that allowed her to help Occult with his misdeeds more easily. It looked like she was wearing a hoodie at first, but the hood was not clothing. Attached firmly to her forehead, it dipped as low as her brow in the middle before forming two large loops and moving back to her neck where it was again attached- a modified cobra crest. The underside was an explosion of pale orange and pink, while the back side matched the rest of her skin- albino white. There was several piercings along the rim of her crest, which was already lined with fleshy thorns. Her face was human but her iris were a glowing pink from mana exposure and she did not have ears, just ear holes since her crest fused to her head about where the ears would be normally anyway. She grinned wickedly as her lower jaw split into two, revealing her long narrow tongue and four tremendously long fangs that laid down when her mouth was closed. Her skin was a mix between human flesh and snake scales, having diamond-shaped indentations along her flesh as false scales. She was nude, and lacked any and all body hair- even peach fuzz on the backs of her arms was absent. Her torso was abnormally long and very flexible and she sported an extraordinarily long tail. The platinum dragon surprised them with how quickly she rolled back to her feet and swung her tail- tipped with several three-pointed bone plates, making it a painful maul- and she smashed Naga in the side of the head with it, sending her tumbling to the street side. Alamia jumped to Maribeth's head at the moment of impact, and grabbed onto the horn, yanking her head back, and then bit into the exposed underside of her throat. Meredith nearly skewered her on her horn, and Alamia was forced to switch heads, grabbing Meredith's horn instead. She did not have a great grip nor any balance though, and Meredith whipped her head back throwing Alamia, just as Naga recovered and was going to try and bite them. Alamia slammed into Naga's open mouth, causing it to reflexively close, and she started choking on the smaller reptile. Taking the opportunity the twin dragon smashed her club tail down on Naga's head, slamming it into the street and forcing her to bite down on Alamia, hurting her and winding her. Lucky for them most serpents have no chewing teeth. Meredith and Maribeth wrapped their necks around either side of Naga and bit her throat, preventing her from moving, though she did still manage to spit out Alamia, who was terribly dazed and sore. Naga swung her huge body back and forth, and swatted the dragon with her huge fore-fins. Alamia staggered to her feet with a hateful glare, seeing her chance since the dragon was preoccupied with trying to pin Naga. Before she could gather herself and move she hissed loudly in pain as Lizabeth appeared behind her, and lanced her tail with the black horn staff- pinning it to the ground. Though it had been several hundreds of years since they seen each other, Liz simply exchanged a nod with her twin headed sister. In an explosion of magic, the glowing pink of Alamia and Naga's iris burned out and the mental manipulations on them was broken. Their altered bodies exploded into pale mist, dropping their original human bodies to the ground. They tried to cover their nudity, looking around terribly confused. They could remember everything they did in their altered state but it seemed like a dream to them, not actual events. That meant they had not really been fully conscious for three years now! Occult offered them power, and technically delivered, but the price was their forced service to him. The platinum dragon smiled at the autumn dragon and took on a single-headed human form, with one eye of either colour from her true heads. Liz laughed and used her magic to form a copy of her own cloak for her little sister to wear for the time being. Naga and Alamia were just pedestrians now, revealed as just two more victims of Occult's trickery. Lizabeth was getting worried about Arcane's absence from the scene, and decided she better go into Greivanhal to try and help James and look for Arcane. III : Tit for Tat Mel took some time to get to the correct tower, though she moved quickly. Greivanhal was a huge castle and the fact it was phasing into reality did not help things- occasionally the light of a blue sky day would flash in through the windows from the real world and change the atmosphere. Thanks to James she knew the harp of mind was at the peak of this tower. Lizabeth always had her suspicions that Occult would find a way to use the harp for evil, but could not act against him openly back then. Mel had experience with the harp and its sister instrument, the harp of body. Under the sleeve of her left arm she wore the Vambrace Of Bent Will, another bone relic born from the same God's corpse, with a more generalized power similar to the harp of mind...which prevented her from being affected by it as long as she wore the vambrace. It was used against her and her friends long ago, but had backfired and helped defeat the one who used it, thanks to the lingering soul of the God it was made from. Mel felt the familiar tingle flow through her body she now knew quite well as magic. It felt like nothing else, and was very hard to feel at all as it was subtle- most of what you felt was tingling, sometimes a shiver, and gentle muscle convulsions as the magic passed through the physical tissue. She did not slow down, knowing whatever it was, was only going to make it harder to reach the top. Because of how dangerous it was, and the fact Harm is now reborn anyway- Mel had no reservations about cutting the strings of the harp, and silencing it forever. When Mel's nipples almost instantly went to rock hard stiffness she almost stopped to roll her eyes. What an odd punishment to use on her, she had more than enough experience with breast expansion, did Harm really think this would be her bane? Her tits were once such colossal walls of flesh that she nearly exploded an entire room outward from pressure and crushed herself to death. She survived that, but Harm thinks it will stop her now? Though, she did have to go up stairs, which was already wearing on her knees. The steps were pretty tall, forcing her to lift her legs quite a bit, which was difficult to do quickly and this tower was quite tall. Her already pleasant handful mounds of flesh started to plump up. Because the growth was spread evenly through the flesh of her breasts there was no particular pressure, but the growth was still plenty noticeable. For one, her nipples would remain rock hard as long as the magic was inside her breasts, and secondly her breasts jiggled more and tugged downward harder with added weight. She needed to keep her bra for as long as possible so the weight was shifted to her shoulders and closer to her centre of balance. She reached one of the tower floors which was just a small square room since the tower was not very wide at all. There was windows on all sides, but all the view told her was she still had a long way to go. Going by how high she was over the regular castle roof, there was probably four more of these levels to go, all linked by stairs that turned five times each before reaching another level. There was nothing in the room really- some empty crates and barrels, most of which were crumbling from age. Everything was covered with a fine dust from eons of neglect. The wood of the floors and stairs was as hard as the cobbled stone of the actual tower walls- likely petrified from age. Her breasts went from handfuls to the size of large oranges, to melons, then to small exercise balls. At that point, with each heavy step they heaved forward. Their weight moved more than they did, as her bra was cutting into them pretty hard at this point. The clasp in the back was starting to soften and bend from pressure and Mel was leaning forward now to try and keep force off of the clasp to help its survival. She was wearing a form fitting sweater, and already rolled it up the front and let it rest on the upper curve of her rack. Both to air her girls out so she didn't sweat her ass off climbing these stairs, and because she didn't want them getting trapped as she outgrew it. Mel walked past the second level before the bra snapped loudly and the force of the jiggly tits actually catapulted its remains out a window- since the old castle windows did not have glass in them. Mel had to grab the stone wall to prevent the heaving boobs from yanking her down, and was able to straighten herself once they settled into place. She forced herself to only glance down at the familiar sight of her upper breasts, now easily in her field of view from their size. Though now unchained by the bra they hung much lower from their weight. As Mel knew from past experience, magic grown breasts held their form against the will of gravity, to be impossibly well shaped. This was because everything was sized up, not just the physical breast but also its structural integrity and stamina against downward force. Mel had to lean way back, and then look down over her hills to continue- trying to keep her centre of gravity. The larger her breasts got, the harder it would be to recover if she lost her balance. She loved the feeling of huge boobs swinging below her when she bent over, but now was not the time to enjoy herself. Harm hummed in thought, watching her with his mind's eye from the top of the tower. He knew she would not be harmed from this punishment- that was the point. Any ill-doing she took part of did not warrant any pain, so he did not deal any. But he was not expecting her to resist so much either. This was not her dimension, not her fight. The small of her back hurt badly, forcing her to pause at the third level as she arrived. She stopped several steps before, so she could turn and actually lay her tits on the floor itself. They plopped down heavily, jiggling like jello mountains as they sent up a huge cloud of dust from the impact. They were so big around that they prevented her from reaching straight forward- overlapping the path of her arms. As she caught her breath and let her back recover a little, Mel had to fight the urge to put her head down- because her huge breasts would instantly be the worlds best pillows, and were plenty big enough for her to rest her own head in. If she pulled up on their fronts she could bend them to suck her own nipples too probably, but she had to keep her mind on the task at hand. After all she had been through in the past, there was no way she would let this stop her. Harm's choice of punishment actually made her more determined if anything- Mel was the boob master! It was in her pause she noticed though that she had a prickly feeling on her lower gut, and her nipples were no longer erect. Her breasts stopped growing! She gently scratched herself down low, but the flesh was starting to get more sensitive much more quickly, the magic had definitely moved. Her fingertips recognized the shape and stiff rubbery feel of nipples and immediately knew what was up- she had to hurry. Not that she wasn't already, but, now she had to hurry and strain herself as her weight was only increasing by the second. Her friend Viola had her breasts transform to be udder-like, and that was the first thing Mel thought of when she felt four nipples growing on her lower gut, just over her crotch. A cow's udder. It would actually help her centre of gravity, but it would also add weight...and if it was a full cow sized udder, that weight would be immense. The tingling was a bit like skin waking up after having circulation cut, but in this instance it was new nerves coming to life that hadn't even existed before. The skin down there relaxed, becoming much more soft and pink. The nipples started as stiff nubs as the area around them bulged. It was not a perfectly round projection, udders have a delicate seam-like depression that runs down the middle, and since hers was quite taught from just being created, the groove was more pronounced. It quickly jut from her crotch like two human boobs tightly pressed together. The small nub nipples grew to be long fat nipples now as well. Her pants had to be undone because of how low on her body it was, and she had planned to keep it like that but quickly realized she had to ditch her pants and panties entirely- the weight of the udder was causing it to press down on her clothing harder and harder. And that was extremely sensitive flesh. Bigger and heavier it swung below her, causing her to pause after every single step, waiting for her mammaries to stop swinging before taking another step. Once the udder grew large enough it sat against her inner thighs, putting the weight of the swings between her legs. The nipples grew still a bit longer, being about thumb-length and fattened quite a bit more into bloated cow teats, begging to be sucked. As the udder bulged still larger, hugely thick milk veins projected from her lower gut trailing onto the udder. The flesh of the reverse-side actually connected to her pussy causing the udder to tug on it whenever it swung forward. By the time she passed the next level, her udder was the same size as both her enhanced boobs put together and she had to step with her legs far apart to allow it any space at all. She could feel tight chambers within whenever they swung, so it wasn't much surprise when beads of white formed on the teats. Her udder continued to grow, now projecting forward almost as far as her breasts, while also occupying the space between her legs all the way down to her knees, and now surpassing it. Even the teats were so fat and swollen with hot thick milk that they swung with a completely different rhythm than the udder itself. Mel only got up about five steps before it was way too much for her to carry. Never giving up, she managed to roll herself to face her slew of ever-jiggling tits back downstairs, with her ass on the step. One at a time, she half-lifted half-slid herself up the steps one at a time. Dragging the extremely sensitive mass of her ever growing udder up the edge of the steps was painful, but at least it allowed her to continue. At this point she doubted she could stand up at all with its weight, never mind walk up steps. If she didn't keep progressing she would become so heavy she would end up falling through the stairs and gutting the entire tower on the way down like a bright pink wrecking ball. Whenever the edge of a step pressed along the underside of her udder, the flesh pulled tight over her entire crotch causing her to moan as her pussy was tugged, and the added pressure on her to-capacity teats caused them to trickle milk. She was really getting worried as the udder just continued to bloat unhindered. It was so colossal now that it threatened to yank her down the stairs. Even resting as much as she could on the step and her lap, there was so much fat flesh that enough of it still hung over unsupported that it was pulling her in a dangerous direction. Her wrists hurt like hell now too, as her arms were doing the majority of the lifting using this method, but she couldn't think of any other way up. She was so happy she almost started crying when she finally reached the very top of the tower, and seen the harp in the middle of the room. She rolled onto her side heavily, feeling her tits slap the floor and then bounce off each other. Even when she was stationary, it seemed like they never stopped wobbling around. Now, she seen Harm himself in his reborn form. He was too large to fit properly inside of the tower, so he was coiled around the outside of it. He had been resting on the very peak but moved down to the windows of the top floor to meet her. Harm's new body was like a draconic-like reptile, about the size of a truck. His neck was fairly long but his tail looked like it had more mass than his actual body, it was muscular and insanely long, and what he used to cling to the tower with. He had a hundred crystal shards of every colour that ran the length of his spine and tail like spikes, but did not actually contact his body. They were hovering about an inch over his flesh, magnetically locked in place. His body was pale grey speckled near-black with increasing density toward his back. His many fangs and claws all appeared to be made of prismatic, polished crystal as well, a trait he had in his original body. He had a slightly triangular head, with five eyes- two smaller eyes in the front that seen what was in front of him, two larger eyes that seen the ebb and flow of magic, and a large eye in the middle of his flat forehead that was blind to the world but seen beyond the fabric of reality. The two stared at each other for over a minute. Plenty long enough for Mel to notice her udder finally stopped growing. It felt like she had a smooth rubber beanbag chair between her legs, filled with a few gallons of milk. She rolled over onto her back, sitting up slightly propped on a wall. Her huge breasts covered nearly her entire torso and her udder took over where they stopped, and matched the entire length of her legs, while her teats dripped milk slowly unable to contain it all. Harm squirmed his way into the room, reaching across and slicing the strings of the harp with his crystal talons, silencing its music forever. Harm had accomplished her task for her. Mel would not be able to return to their universe till Liz got back to her after dealing with Occult, but that was true regardless- even if Mel's body was unchanged she still needed Liz to fold dimensional barriers. Harm rest himself on the floor beside her, feeling the warmth radiating off her supple skin. His tail remained outside though, not having the room to fit. His bulky neck had very soft skin on the underside, and from small holes across its surface he played music for her. The holes on his throat could replicate the sound of a flute exactly. Harm had grown fond of Mel through their brief encounters- she had a determined spirit that even all his magic could not shake. IV : At Odds With Evens Occult looked around at the modern buildings bending and breaking from the dimensional merging. Bleeding red runes danced in the area around him forming circles, and circles around circles, all orbiting him or each other like a galaxy of magic. He seen a man and a woman walking quickly toward him, obviously thinking they might somehow stand a chance against him. He chuckled and motioned toward them as the runic arrays around him paused and a pillar of negative light blasted between him and the couple. Erul and Tabi both held out their hands and the pillar of negative light collided with an unseen barrier around them, spread out a bit before dissolving entirely. The sky overhead quickly darkened as a massive billowing black cloud spiralled out, becoming bigger and bigger. Rain started to drop from the eye of the spiral opposed to the actual clouds it was made of, and Erul and Tabi immediately knew what they were up against. The fabric of reality seemed to split open, releasing still more rain as a gigantic eye opened in the sky. The rain was tears dropping from across the surface of the giant eye! From the black hole that was its pupil, a very long rope fell down all the way to the ground. Tied in a noose, it wrapped around the neck of a woman hanging limp in it, her makeup running from tears and she wore a funeral cowl and wedding dress at the same time. There was a hollow in her lower gut through the dress and a large trail of blood down the dress from it. This is the Even, Woe The Brokenhearted, avatar of sadness and despair. It's body was entirely made from nanites, the very machines that gave Tabi and Erul their powers! Woe slowly drifted toward them as the tears started to crystallize as they fell. Tabi was quick to use her powers to pull a car in front of them as a shield as the crystal shards coalesced into a lance and flew at them. The car stopped it just barely- the tip of the lance stuck several inches out the bottom of the car, looking right at them. Erul jumped to the side, forming a sphere of unfathomable heat, vaporizing any tears that came near him, and slammed it into the ground. Woe was ready to block an attack from him, but was unable to tell what he was trying to do. The water in the sewage pipes below the street flash-vaporized causing them to explode violently, ripping the entire street apart under her and tearing into her with several shards of twisted hot metal and broken cement. Woe did not seem phased by it, and her body started to slowly regenerate immediately. She was not technically a living being- her true self was already long dead, this was more like a digital ghost of herself. She would never rest till the entire world was made to feel her sadness. Dissolving and remaking the bits of shattered road on an atomic level, Woe cast it back at Erul as long strands of barbed wire, entangling him and twisting tight till it cut into his flesh, though the thickness of his coat protected him a bit. The wires pulled him toward the hole in the street which had changed and twisted internally to look like the multi-rowed jaws of a lamprey threatening to grind him to bits. Tabi rushed out from cover and clapped her hands forward, sending several glowing-hot shards of metal from the car toward Woe like bullets. She could not move quickly, so most hit their mark, cutting into her and burning her internally. The eye needed to move for Woe to move, her body at the end of the noose was limp and her feet did not even touch the ground. The air became rancid as the tears changed chemical composition and ignited, to start raining fire on the area. It was then Tabi realized some of the metal she yanked from the car haphazardly caused its fuel to leak out, which now ignited preventing her from using it as cover anymore. She rushed to Erul and super-heated the area around a hand so cut through the barbed wire with heat alone, breaking him free. Meredith in human form quickly appeared, and used her affinity to fire to shield the two from the burning rain from the heavenly eye. The direction of the flames changed once they got close enough to the ground and started to spiral, creating a sphere around the area of solid flames. It was a temporary solution- since the fire would start to devour the oxygen inside of the sphere, suffocating them if they did not end this before then. Huge pipes ripped from the ground, twisted and jagged from being ripped out so suddenly, and formed into claw like shapes as they lashed around at all three of Woe's opponents now. Meredith nodded, and motioned to follow her as she lunged toward Woe. All the huge metal claws turned toward the dragon to skewer her, and Aden used a spell to knock the moisture off the ground and water remnants in the pipe to freeze all of them together in one mass. Meredith swiped at the ice snapping off one of the jagged icicles and tossing it straight into Woe's head, lancing it. Aden used his magic to pick up Meredith and hurtle her at Woe! She used her elemental affinity again to draw the huge concentration of flames around them toward her hand, and projected it straight at Woe. The Even raised both hands and concentrated to deflect it, needing to use her full power to shield it from such a close range. A massive shock wave of powerful static exploded through the area, seeming to kill all sound momentarily as it passed over everyone. Woe's eyes went wide as she glanced back in the last moments she had. She seen Tabi, using her power to draw in electrical energy from several power lines, and Erul with an amplifier spinning just over his open hand, having been made from car parts. They made an EMP- all their nanites were temporarily paralysed- which meant so were Woe's. Her powers died instantly and Meredith's attack slammed into her, rammed her against the street and burned her away. As Meredith caught her breath, the others surveyed the damage. The road was glowing hot around the corpse, and most of Woe was completely burned away into nothing, all that remained was her charred hands and feet. There was still the burned rope in the air, and the eye in the sky though. The only way to kill an Even is to annihilate every single nanite, which is like ripping someone apart on a molecular level. This level of damage would take her a very long time to recover from, so no one had to worry about her interference for a long while. For now at least, Woe is defeated. V : Frot With Peril James was not doing well in his return trip to Greivanhal. As an actual mage from eons past he had the ability to ward magic, but it only worked against so much, and in order to get to the others he had to knowingly put himself into harms way. Even that was proving to have no payoff though- he had passed through mana currents three times already thinking he found someone only to find no one there. Because Greivanhal was phasing into the real world, the spacial energies were all over the place, so he was seeing the actual spiritual power of those people- just not in the place he thought he did. When he had a stubborn erection he knew it was time to give up on the wards, Occult's curse was already in, because there was nothing arousing about his situation. He spent thousands of years here in Greivanhal being tortured, this was the last place he wanted to be. Not only was the erection not going away, it was borderline painful- his glans turning purple from too much blood trying to force its way in. He kept flinching and pulling the waist of his pants away to check on it, and it wasn't looking great. The veins bulged all the way up the shaft and veins he didn't even know he had before became visible from their bloated size, even over the surface of his balls which themselves started to look a bit swollen. If Occult actually felt hate for anyone, it would be Duke James Mathews, so he wouldn't put it past him to just outright over-inflate his dick till it literally exploded. James passed the huge balcony and destroyed stone bridge to the Splintered Tower, where the Sea Witch Unduela used to live before being set free. It was then he heard the approaching sound of horse hooves! The gay Centaur Clyde was one of Arcane's few minions, and the only ally on this side aside from an Alraune in the castle's greenhouse on the opposite end. Being trapped here for so long, there was no people to have a relationship with, so out of sheer loneliness Clyde and James had an...awkward relationship. James was completely straight, but is convinced Clyde humped the bisexuality into him. Either way, James was glad to see him now. Clyde said he had been looking for the others, but had not found anyone- the castle was giant and they had all split up to better their odds of getting away. James could tell he had been running around by the glistening moisture on his fine horse pelt. Horses had sweat glands just like humans did after all, and he was half of both. He was extremely fit, taking to weight lifting and running as his only real pass times trapped eternally in the castle grounds. Where his huge slightly veiny human abs left off, his massive tight equine pectorals took over. With every movement the muscles twitched and flexed under the tight skin. James tried to ignore the chubby scrunched up dick slowly emerging from the thick black sheath, but it seemed that was also why Clyde was here. Having found no one else, Arcane told Clyde that James would need help fighting back Occult's curse. Clyde was to help James relieve some of the tension till Arcane arrived and dispelled it entirely so they could continue unhindered. James was tiny compared to Clyde, who was a bit taller than him in his horse half alone- the human portion added another four and a half feet onto that. James was reluctant, but the pulsing tension in his groin told him he better do it and follow Arcane's lead- he did not want to see what the final result of this curse was. Knowing full well there was no way for James to take Clyde into him, they got into a position for it anyway- a favourite sexual position for the centaur. James got his pants off and bent over, bracing himself with his hands on Clyde's front legs. It did not take Clyde's pure black cock to swing itself to full length and work the soft folds of skin taught. The base flexed, causing it to rock back and forth till it was a full and proper erection, slapping up between James' balls and against the underside of his own shaft. Clyde couldn't enter him without annihilating his internal organs- but he could frot with him just fine. James was shocked as he looked down and seen his dick and balls were much bigger than they should be already, but sighed in relief at the sensation of the still much larger penis rubbing against it, and holding his scrotum up at the same time. Clyde's cock was three times as thick as James' even in its expanded state, and longer than the Duke's entire torso. It was glossy looking once pulled completely tight, so smooth stiff and hot against James, who seemed little more than a toy to the much larger male. Clyde's balls were large enough that without actually touching James, he could still feel the motion of them through the air as they swung back and forth. James was leaking pre almost constantly, providing more than ample lube, but after nearly seven minutes of increasingly quick and aggressive thrusts, Clyde reached climax before him somehow. It was likely part of the curse- James felt tons of pleasure but never got any closer to climax, so there was no way of relieving it. His dick and balls continued to grow as well, though very slowly. Clyde's legs buckled from the pleasure and he had to lay down quickly or risk of falling on top of James, which would absolutely crush him. Clyde weighed over nine hundred pounds of muscle. James tried to get out from under him entirely but couldn't in time, only managing to turn over so his dick still rested against Clyde's, but now underside to underside. Clyde chuckled an apology as he caught his breath and went to stand again, but found he could not. It felt like something was tethered to his mid-thighs, but when he looked he seen nothing there. James ground his dick into Clyde's, half out of desperation from how horny he is, and half to see if he could still squirm out from under him, but he could not. They were trapped in this position. Waves of stiff agonizing pleasure squirmed up from deep inside James along his swollen taint and into his dick and balls as they rubbed against Clyde's shaft. The huge equine phallus was no longer fully erect, but it wasn't entirely soft either, taking a rubbery half-erect state. With a groan and an involuntary powerful thrust, James' balls bloated tremendously, becoming only a few inches smaller than Clyde's. The two sets of balls were lined up perfectly, rolling against each other, Clyde's rolled around in the relaxed scrotum while James' was pulled taught from the sudden growth. James' heart skipped a beat when he squirmed around trying to see if he could pop his dick out to the side of the equine shaft to maybe settle his lust a bit, but the equine shaft tugged slightly to the side along with it, before settling back. It was like the two were linked together somehow. When Clyde himself tried to stand, struggling against the invisible bonds on his legs, James was able to see they were in fact linked. The huge equine scrotum lifted, and pulled up James' balls as well- the two scrotum were fused together! The shiny black flesh of the stallion scrotum was started to seep onto James' sack, and it took little more than Clyde lowering himself down fully again to join them completely. The two sets of balls touched- internally. The scrotum were completely fused, so all four balls were essentially just in one really big sack. The mid-point on James' shaft also seemed to be conjoined to the larger dick. The growth pulses continued to surge out from James, forcing his bigger and bigger dick tighter and tighter against the equine phallus, causing them to fuse more wholly. Once the base of the dicks were joined, the two were pulled together more tightly, before growth caused it to push them back again. Not nearly as fast as James' cock, Clyde's penis was also growing now as well, reaching his front legs now. Though the human glans were still totally separate, where the urethral bulge was, was now just the urethra of the other dick, having been completely consumed all the way up the shaft. He was completely drunk with the pleasure, as his dick had fused with Clyde enough that he also completely felt Clyde's genitals as well, but still he could not climax. The glans stretched as she shaft sunk deeper into the dark flesh, and finally he grew and merged into Clyde completely. Their groins both linked to the base of a single cock, and a huge scrotum with four now equally huge balls. They took turns rising and falling, rubbing against one another in the bloated sack, but none released. Clyde's muscles flexed and twitched with the pleasure now as well without release, sharing James' curse, and in his automatic struggles broke the tethers holding them down! When he stood, he lifted James along with him, dangling from his crotch. The skin was thick enough that it did not hurt- if anything the tugging felt good. The balls seemed to be growing still as they shifted around endlessly, causing them to press in and around James' feet, drawing his legs up toward them due to how he hung from the underside. He was hypnotized by the ceaseless pleasure and the sight of the colossal dick- now so large Clyde could bend down and grab the head of it, as it surpassed his front legs by almost a foot now. It also developed a light pink patch near the middle of the shaft- likely what was left of the mass consumed from James' own penis. Still the growing pulses continued, now ending in the joined phallus, but it did not grow anymore. It had already reached its maximum size, and the veins were throbbing violently with the pulses still trying to force their way in. James' eyes rolled back in his head as he tried to concentrate on nothing but the pleasure, trying to force himself to orgasm against the curses wishes. Both of them groaned as it felt like the cock might explode from pressure, and it sort of did, but not in a way either of them expected. Having no where else to go, the pleasurable growth pulses exploded backward into James' body! His entire body was filled with pleasure and seemed to swell with growth, allowing his back to rest on the ground even though his groin was still fused to the shared penis. He was unable to see himself, that only his torso swelled and lengthened, his arms did not- and his legs were nearly consumed into the soft flesh of the mega scrotum. The balls continued to grow and sink from their weight as the mass stolen from the legs was shifted. With the tremendous pressure contained in the dual sets of balls and prostates, a urethral bulge swelled into existence on James' lower gut, forcing its way up higher on his body. His body continued to grow, stretching into a new shape as the mass from his arms were consumed into the new shaft. His head swelled up into a huge glans, losing all former facial features and discarding all his hair quickly. The urethral bulge finally forced its way up to where his throat used to be and linked with its remnants. As soon as the complete passage was formed, both sets of balls yanked up to the body, fighting each other for space- and both massive shafts exploded into orgasm finally as they squeezed against each other from pressure. It was like someone smashed off two fire hydrant caps- the ground was completely painted white in seconds. Both were horse shafts with overly flared human shaped glans and slightly projected urethra. Clyde now stood there on trembling legs in the wake of a huge orgasm, with two giant dicks in two conjoined sheaths, in front of four giant balls. James could still feel pleasure, but that was his only sensory input at all at this point, he was turned completely into a dick! Not to mention both dicks and balls were way too large for Clyde to move around properly, so even though he was technically untethered, he wasn't going to be moving around much or helping anyone in this state. VI : Thinking With The Wrong Head Ken hurried through the castle, trying to see if there was a way out. If he jumped off the castle grounds at the right moment he would land in the city streets in reality. If he jumped off at the wrong time he would fall into an infinitely looping ocean. He could just wait for the castle to phase into reality completely and casually walk out but even he knew that was sort of too late, plus his throbbing erection told him the curse was already present in him, so what he really needed to find was Arcane and have her undo that and then just teleport him back out. He turned at the huge balcony on the far right side of the castle. There was a stone bridge that lead out to a beacon tower- he knew there was a portal rune in there but Ken was unaware the rune could be used on its own without the others, so he turned with the balcony and ignored the tower. When he turned northward he seen the greenhouse. It was shaped like a monstrously gigantic bird cage, with the pillars holding it up being the bars, with glass filling the spaces in between. The greenhouse was tended only by Arcane so it was less dreary looking than most of Greivanhal, with fine frost-like etching at the edges of the glass, and the insides filled to the brim with flowers and vines crawling all the way up the inside of the pillars. The entire thing was as big as a three floor house! Ken sighed, being in similar situations before at this point. He looked around but Arcane was the only living thing around that he could see. He found his way to one of four benches in the centre of the huge balcony area and pulled his pants down- it wasn't like she hadn't already seen his dick before, and then some. It was incredibly sensitive, and did not take him long to orgasm, also prompting him to explain that so she didn't think he was a one-pump chump. Like she cared either way. There was nothing for a few seconds after, but then his entire body tensed up a bit and the feeling collected into his spine as a strong tingling, causing him to squirm. His tailbone rapidly started to lengthen into a fleshy tail, but continued to grow longer and longer. The muscles in it squirmed involuntarily, causing it to lash about without his control. It grew as long as his legs, then continued to grow as it wrapped around the bench, and then again a second time! As it grew longer the base grew thicker, causing his lower back to raise a bit from the muscle tissue bulking up there, and his taint extended onto the base of the tail's underside, as his anus was now on the tail portion itself! Once it stopped he was able to control it properly. Ken practices moving the tail around for a bit, before turning his attention back to his dick which was still very much erect. His orgasm did not relieve it at all. With a shrug, he moved his tail up and wrapped the narrow end around his dick and masturbated himself with the new appendage. He came just as strong as the first time, but felt something else inside. A moment after he stopped a third orgasm hit even stronger, and his cock let out a near constant stream of cum. His dick fattened up and the definition of the shaft deepened abnormally. A human dick's shaft was made of three cylinders, the urethral bulge and then the two parts that make up the main body- which are essentially blood sponges. A new indentation ran down the middle on either side, and down the back, and deepened as each section bloated. He could feel new sets of muscle as they convulsed in his dick as it continued to blast cum out. In a moment, he went from one to three streams of cum as the head of his penis split into three, and the groove divided all the way to the base, leaving him with three cocks instead of one as his orgasm finally died down. Well, this was an unfortunately familiar sight for him as well. At this point he was on all fours in front of the bench, having fallen off from the assault of pleasure. The orgasm finished but he could clearly feel the change was not. The flesh at their base bulked up and his scrotum's flesh thickened as well, till his three dicks had a large sheath to warm their base. His top central cock started to bloat up like a balloon, becoming massively thick while the two lower penis stretched out, gaining in length greatly. As the middle dick fattened even more, the glans were stretched almost flat with the shaft itself and the underside of the shaft was covered with hundreds of small bumps. Dark veins pulsed at the base as more blood was forced in, and the bumps extended out into a forest of flesh thorns! The middle dick was like a football sized cock, shaped more like a butt plug than any dick he had seen- but that was because he never seen a Griffon penis...till now. The other two phallus lost definition as they stretched and became more pink. The glans stretched as well till they were lost entirely on the shaft which now took some familiar curves. Extremely long and pink, about as thick as his wrist at the base, as long as he was tall, and tapered end. He could bend and move them around a bit by will. He now had two whale penis and a griffon dick. His scrotum had become very long like a bulls as his balls expanded, and a third grew into existence- giving him an odd asymmetrical look with one ball resting between the original. Ken groaned long, not wanting to push this any farther, but not really seeing any options either. He didn't even have enough hands! Which one did he masturbate?! He folded his tail under himself, pushing up against his balls and wrapped it around the griffon cock. As soon as he started masturbating this time he could feel changes start to happen. His body's defences against the magic were already weak from what already happened so there was less and less resistance. With dull pops his spine lurched every few seconds as new vertebrae were added to it, making him longer and longer. His stomach area lengthened mostly, but he could feel the muscle tissue snake its way all the way to the back of his head as his neck lengthened as well- seemingly a continuation of the snake portion. He rolled onto his side and bent his now much longer and flexible body to grab one whale cock with his hands, and slid the other into his mouth which could now easily reach on its own. Now with all three dicks tended, a fourth huge testicle was created, and he could feel his ears getting longer. The muscle in his legs bulked up tremendously, stretching his skin and causing veins to bulge. The lower portion started to stretch and shift, keeping the shin area relatively unchanged but the bones of the ankle and onward grew larger, and the multitude of bones within the foot all started to meld together and simplify. A fifth testicle appeared, stretching the scrotum out and causing it to hang higher simply from being overfilled. The top of his legs stopped growing more muscular finally as the length of his legs stopped growing at about three times the length of his body before it started to change- he had the legs of a small giraffe! He reached another orgasm, and all three cocks blasted an equal amount of cum. Now with five huge balls he did not even pause after his last orgasm, though he traded which whale cock he held in his hand and mouth. His tongue had started to grow longer and more narrow as well, so he slid it down his urethra and started to sound himself with it while sucking with his mouth. He wouldn't even be able to stand up properly at this point even if he wanted to stop. His giraffe thighs did not bend enough for him to stand on two legs correctly and they were so much longer than his arms that he couldn't even get himself up onto them. A sixth testicle appeared as he continued to moan, now thrusting a bit involuntarily. His hips popped and expanded massively as his skin seemed to bubble up and fold over on itself as it thickened, giving him the massive armour-skinned ass of a rhinoceros! His tail was pins and needles as thousands of small quills rose from the flesh- the beginnings of feathers. He thought his pectoral muscles were bulking up for a moment, before noticing his nipples were way too erect- he was starting to grow boobs! A seventh testicle grew in, stretching his sack very tight. The lumpy mass was constantly squirming with activity. His arms started to stretch and fill with sinuous muscle and the bones in his hand grew and shifted around as even his fingers grew tremendously. When his breasts grew large enough to start swinging around he felt the second pair of boobs starting to grow under them when they collided. The now long quills all over his tail started to burst open releasing the bristles of new born feathers- massive dark brown feathers of some unknown avian, turning his very large and long tail into a gigantic fan. The creation of the feathers down the entire length though forced him to release his centre cock. To make up for it, he released the other two and moved them to rub the central dick with his whale dicks, while the tips of them rubbed against the side of his now melon sized boobs. The weight of his torso increased still more as a third set of breasts started to grow. The more his arms stretched and changed, the more the skin was also stretched out along it, pulling it incredibly taught as his arms became huge dragonic wings, webbed with veiny flesh membrane. He came explosively yet again from all three cocks when his eighth and final testicle appeared, bloating his scrotum still farther. His nose started to darken and become cold, his teeth stretched into fangs and his face started to stretch as his skull made muffled popping sounds from shifting. A shadow of fur started to grow over his body, giving him a fine dark brown pelt to match the feathers, with white leaf-shaped marks all over. His underbelly and six breasts remained bare flesh. His top breasts were the size of watermelons, the middle were the size of melons, and the bottom were pert handfuls. Only when he shook his head from all the changes that he noticed his ears never really stopped growing, and they were one of the first things to START changing. Now easily over three feet in length and obviously far too long for him to be able to hold up. His face completed its change, looking like a type of dog, with insanely long rabbit ears. As the magic dulled in the rest of his body, what was left seemed to draw up through him spiralling into his forehead as a bone spur worked its way up through the skin. It very quickly increased in size, growing into a titanic forward arc that made it very hard to hold his head up. It was lightly ribbed and narrow like a blade- a kirin's horn. Ken was about to use some colourful language but quickly realized he no longer had human vocal chords. He didn't know what animals voice box he had, he was only able to make high pitched yips and sounds almost like whistling. By the time he looked back at Ken, he was running toward the greenhouse. It was very hard to run in this form, even the dragon wings were shorter than the giraffe legs which put his ass and tail high in the air, and the giraffe legs were much stronger limbs for land travel. He might be able to fly, but now wasn't a great time to be testing maybes. Occult darted after him quickly, confirming Ken's guess. He took on Arcane's form and landed in his way to the greenhouse- he was very deliberately blocking the way there, because he had no control inside of it. He barely made it inside before Occult got there and was repelled, even though the doorway was open. The giant image of a phoenix flashed across the glass- Arcane's mark, warding Occult from entering her quite space. A huge flower bud in the centre of it all opened a bit from all the commotion to see what was going on. A very young looking woman peeked out over the petals. Her eyes were like sapphires- they had no whites, the iris took up her entire eyes! She wasn't just in the flower, the flower was a part of her body, as were most of the flowers and vines in the greenhouse. Ambrosia is an Alraune- one of Arcane's minions. And as soon as she seen Ken's predicament she timidly offered her help. VII : Bulking For The Fight Chleo walked quickly through narrow halls leading from the music room in the castle's west wing ground floor, and came out into the huge balcony at the north west corner of the castle- directly opposite of where her son is at the time. Her ears immediately popped and she had to pinch her nose and force a yawn to equalize the pressure again. Because the castle was phasing into reality the air pressure was wildly different in the two realities, causing it to shift erratically. She also felt a wave of wooziness though that was not from the shift- Occult's curse may have found her. But at least Chleo had also found was she was looking for- an active portal rune on the ground in the Court Of Roses. The magic made her body very faintly tingle, and some of her energy drained away causing her to feel a bit lethargic. She also felt quite hungry but that only made sense for all the running around she was doing since she last ate. As Chleo reached the rune and took one last look around to see if she could spot anyone else from the open area of the Court Of Roses, she noticed her clothing was getting a little clingy. Sure enough, her breasts were bigger than they should be, and so was her butt. With a huff, she jumped through the rune and came out in an unstable office building! She was in the top floor of a very tall building, but the other half of the building was completely gone thanks to the castle phasing in and out where it had previously been! She could see the sky and occasionally Greivanhal from where she was inside the building, through the gaping hole. With the entire building cut in half down the middle, the remaining half was creaking and wobbling when the castle blinked in and out. It could collapse at any minute, and the elevator had been in the middle so it was inoperable. She had to get out of here fast, and the only way was the stairs on the side. Her body felt stiff and sluggish, a really weird sensation. She both felt bloated but also increasingly hungry like having been hollowed out- a bit of a contradiction. Her breasts and ass were still growing, and when she shifted her top around and released the hooks in her bra, she noticed her hands and fingers were looking a bit puffy as well! It wasn't specifically her butt and boobs- she was gaining weight, and thanks to her genetics that is just the first two places it gets sent. Chleo started down the stairs but almost immediately had to use the railing to steady herself. Her body was getting harder to move around, and weighing more and more. Bad for getting down several floors worth of stairs safely, and even worse in a building that could barely hold itself up. Her stomach started to soften and fatten up, and was visible under her shirt, which was now completely filled by her tits. Her breasts were so bloated with fat now that they stretched and held up her shirt so it only covered her boobs and nothing else. She had to unzip her pants to keep the waist from cutting into her because of her big rounding ass, which was starting to bounce with her steps as well. She never felt her ass bounce before. By the time she got to the next floor down and started heading to the next, she had gone beyond pudgy. Her arms and legs were plump now and her ass quaked with her heavy steps down the stairs. She felt like she was being blown up like a balloon and, in a way she was. The fat did not sag because it was stretching out the skin from its rapid growth- so it was taught and very bouncy. The huge curve of her ass was starting to forcibly slide her pants down, while her panties only seemed to wedge themselves on even more. Once it got going, her stomach caught up to her breasts fairly quickly and helped steady the tits so they didn't wobble every time she so much as took a breath. Also trying to compete with her thickening arms, her shirt started to rip down the back, no longer able to contain all of her. Her neck and even her face and lips started to puff up like she was having an allergic reaction to dealing with Occult's bullshit. She descended down past another floor, but she still had a very long way to go, and her ass was now fully out of the back of her pants. Her legs were tremendously stiff now and the circulation wasn't great either from how tightly her pants now fit. Her thighs were at least twice as big around as they were supposed to be. Even her shoes were tight from her feet fattening up. It was so much effort just to move around her pace slowed to a crawl. The fat was so insulating, it was like being tightly wrapped in something warm and soft and wore at her willpower. Still more pressure seethed from inside of her while her core felt emptier and hungrier. She was glad everyone else had evacuated the building long ago, or she might try to eat them. She took one step too quickly and had to grab the railing with both arms to steady herself- her jiggling fat wobbled front to back threatening to yank her forward or back off the stairs with its weight. As soon as she bent her arms to grab the railing the sleeves burst, and when she stood up straight in surprise the back of her shirt ripped the rest of the way down and her breasts heaved free of their confines, pillowing out to almost double their size. She couldn't even see past them! Her breasts were so big and round, and held up by her now huge gut that she could not see any of the stairs! Chleo groaned and bent over a second, trying to lower her massive hills enough to get an idea where the stairs were, but her body took that as a hint to shift the growth downward a bit more. Her gut rounded out bigger and bigger, and her ass rounded out and thickened as the bloated fat went all the way around by now. Her pants blew a seam at the mid-point of her thighs and that triggered a cascade of ripping that removed her pants entirely. From face all the way to the tips of her toes she looked overstuffed. So round, jiggly and so very heavy. Her panties were still on but they were dug so deep into the fat you couldn't even see most of them. Her neck had grown so fat she couldn't even really bend her head down anymore- not that she would see anything past her boobs anyway. She stopped at the next platform where the stairs turned and fell onto her ass heavily, her legs unable to take her own weight anymore. They really felt like they were going to snap. For a moment she felt like a water balloon, the impact of her sitting sent massive waves up her bloated body and caused a chain reaction of jiggling and wobbling all over herself that seemed to take forever to settle back in place. Her body was so fat now it started to lose all definition, making her seem more like a blob. Her swollen leg fat spread over the ground and her gigantic stomach eclipsed her lap. Between the fat on her sides and how swollen around her arms were she couldn't even lower her arms completely anymore, they were just sort of suspended at her sides. Her fingers were so fat she could only bend them partially. If she was a balloon she was quickly approaching capacity. Her neck continued to thicken and form new folds, making it seem to disappear into her torso's curve. Chleo knew she was in big trouble. Not only was she in a building that could come down at any moment, but she was completely immobile. She couldn't even move her hands properly! She couldn't even roll over, she was literally stuck like this. Her face was so bloated it was hard to even breath, and it felt like her true self was just floating, or more accurately drowning in an ocean of fat. They had been stretched out, but even still her areola looked like pin-pricks compared to the rest of her colossal boobs. The curve of them kept being forced farther up and toward her face making it even harder to breath. She was going to drown in her own fat! Chleo heard her son's voice though, and a voice she did not know as Ken and Ambrosia arrived through the portal. The flower bloom she slept in folded back to form a half-skirt of radiant pink petals. Her body looked human, but the backside of it was covered in single branches, looking like giant wooden thorns. Her skin twisted and became gnarled as it spiralled into each branch, making them look like they were formed from her skin, opposed to sticking out of her skin. They started on the back side of her lower arms and covered her entire back, but did not continue onto her legs. There was veins of green in her stomach looking like ornamental filigree in her flesh, and collected down to her pussy which was plump and green, with a pink bud clit wedged between the lips. She had a long tail that quickly faded to green from her normal flesh tone, and the backside of the tail was covered with short fat stems tipped with golden tear shaped fruit. Ambrosia's hair was to her breasts and straight but wild, full of thin vines blooming with hundreds of tiny purple flowers. She had big breasts and her nipples were oddly the same colour as the rest of her skin- she had no areola. Alraune were born from the bodily fluids of executed men and women saturating the ground, and while they are incapable of feeling or understanding love, they were otherwise entirely human. Chleo could barely hear them over the commotion outside with the castle and the fighting in the streets. She could not see properly from inside her fat cocoon, but she did smell honey, and her angrily growling stomach took it from there. Ambrosia had offered her one of the fruit off her tail, and as soon as she ate it, Chleo could feel the magic dispel from her body. It also purged her forced hunger though, so it was difficult for her to keep eating as Ambrosia gave her another fruit, and then another. Each one Chleo ate ironically reduced her weight drastically, as it purged the curse from her. But Ambrosia was no Arcane- each fruit only had so much power, so it took several. Ambrosia saved one in particular at the end of her tail for an emergency, which was so bloated by now that it was starting to bend over and threatening to drag on the ground- being about the size of a small pumpkin. Ken had found the clothing scraps on the way down and was quick to give them to Chleo- trying to minimize the amount of time he seen his mother nude. He explained how Ambrosia is a vassal of Arcane from the Greivanhal greenhouse and helped get rid of his curse as well. Being able to use magic from outside the pocket realm Arcane was trapped in- she also broke Arcane herself out, but Arcane was preoccupied as one would expect fighting Occult back as best she could. Ambrosia produced a thin thread-like vine from her mouth and chipped off a needle-like splinter from one of her branches and used them to do a quick mend-job on Chleo's clothing. It took a bit of doing to escape Greivanhal, but it was looking like everyone was making their way out of harms way for now. But no one had any idea what to do about Occult still. He was literally unkillable, and more powerful than anyone. They escaped immediate danger, but had no way of stopping Occult from just making more endlessly. VIII : Perfect Occult Aden hardened his brow and charge forward, collecting magical energy in his hands. He used his momentum to hasten the gathering of mana and thrust forward to command a wave of energy straight at Occult! Even Aden wasn't expecting such a big result- he underestimated how magic-saturated everything was now. A massive pillar of pure power flew forward and ripped right through Occult, disintegrating his left arm, the entire left side of his torso, and even cut a trench down the road behind him. Blood spilled out of Occult like a broken faucet. Gore and viscera exploded from the wound stretching it farther and ripping the rest of his body apart as it spread and expanded outward. Far more of it spilled out than the body could have possibly contained and filled the streets, rising high up and starting to twist and form limbs of a much greater size. His gigantic claws smashed into the sides of high rise buildings and pushed them over to make room. Black bile bubbled up from between muscle sinew to harden into dragon flesh and birthed scales already tainted with death and rot. His wings blacked out the entire visible sky and rained blood from the tattered holes in their membrane. Each talon on his feet was nearly seven feet tall, never mind its length. He stood on his wings as his front limbs and his tail lashed around toppling dozens of buildings in only a minutes time. His black dragon head towered high above anything, its searing eyes the only light in the sky now, his iris churned black orange and yellow as if it were made of molten rock. His jaw was made of five multi-jointed segments that ran the entire length of his very long neck, connecting around his collar bone. When he opened his mouth the lower half of his neck was stretched out as a dense membrane between the claw-like jaw segments, allowing his mouth to stretch half as high as some of the sky scrapers he tossed aside like toys to make room for himself. A wall of white and blue flames exploded from Occult's mouth down the four lane street, melting the sides of buildings as it passed down, tapering off ten blocks down. Aden appeared in the sky at the same moment, as Lizabeth got there just in time to teleport him. Meredith surrounded him with a hot up-draft to keep him aloft high in the air, making him very hard for Occult to spot...since he was as big as a speck of dust to him. Erul and Tabi appeared on either side from adjacent streets, and used all the shattered steel garters from the building frames to form huge lances and attack Occult's legs and feet. Aden used his altitude to his advantage and formed a huge spear of condensed ice from the moisture in the air and projected himself downward like a rocket, straight at Occult's spine. Aden slammed half the entire seven foot long spear into the black dragon's backside, and managed to make him twitch, slightly. Occult lifted his wings and beat them once. The air pressure against the ground was so tremendous and concentrated between buildings that cars and trucks were tossed up into the air, and any humans caught in the burst like Erul and Tabi were tossed twenty feet or more, like someone dropping a heavy book beside a sheet of loose paper. Lizabeth used her affinity to earth to call down cosmic debris and as soon as they became visible in the sky, her little sister engulfed them in white-hot flame. They hit Occult hard enough to tear still more holes in his wings, and tear rifts in his hide as well, causing him to grumble. The tissue knit itself back together like macabre tapestry, without so much as a thought from Occult. He is not a physical entity, this was only an avatar of him, even if they completely obliterated his entire body- he didn't actually need a body to do anything! Best case scenario they temporarily tire him enough that his rampage gets delayed a hour or so. There was no stopping him. You cannot kill what was never alive in the first place! Occult turned and spit toward Liz, and a tiny ultra-condensed pin-thick beam of light lanced through her heart. It took her a moment to even realize the damage, but she was bleeding internally now and her heart was off-beat- its chambers were depressurizing. Using the claws on the crook of his wing he slammed Meredith into the ground, and would have crushed her but she used her fire attunement to sear right through his flesh- escaping the other side of his claws from between the exposed bone. Again, the wound closed without any effort on his part. Liz managed to heal herself, using the multiverse to find and copy versions of her heart that were not wounded and fold them into this version of herself. A wave of flames exploded across the entire sky, collecting just over Occult into the body of a Phoenix- Arcane's avatar. The forever burning feathers across its body were made up of flames of every known colour. She slammed into Occult's back, lacerating his thick scales with molten-hot talons. He smashed her apart against his back with his tail, but the flames just regathered and reformed her. Lizabeth whistled loudly to get the attention of the others and signalled for them to disperse. They needed to find the rest of their group and get them to safety still. Arcane could not stop Occult and Occult could not stop Arcane- as long as they were directly fighting each other neither would make any progress. The best thing everyone else could do right now is get the hell out of the blast zone...which was at least fifteen blocks minimum. This city was likely going to be entirely levelled within a couple of hours at best. But this was only the start. They needed a plan. IX : Hurt Delicately Sahara raced toward the back of the castle, where Occult had placed the cursed dice. She grabbed a claymore from one of the ornamental suits of armour inside Greivanhal so she was now armed. The rear walkway and balconies were smaller than the ones on the front and sides, mostly because in the north east corner began the huge stairs that lead down to the Sea Of Woe below. There was a large boathouse and docks down there from when it connected to an ocean that actually went somewhere. The Sea Of Woe looped infinitely so getting away by water was impossible, but one of the portal runes was in the boathouse, so that was her escape route. She found the die floating three feet off the ground and glowing brightly. It was still spinning so it was deciding the next curse to send out when Sahara smashed the claymore down through it, slamming it against the ground and shattering it into a million tiny shards, ending the curses. As soon as she went to run to the stairs leading down to the docks, a figure appeared from thin air before her. He looked like a formally dressed human, except for one demon horn, the fact his eyes were black with gold iris, and the hole in his chest you could clearly see his beating black heart through. She had never met him before but Duke Mathews warned her of him- the demon Beuus. After possessing a living human body he became able to travel freely in the mortal realm. Sahara wasted no time staggering her stance and swinging the claymore at him from the side with both arms. Beuus just smiled as the blade turned to liquid metal where it contacted him and dripped away, leaving her holding a partially melted half-sword. Hot wax started to bubble up between the stone blocks below her feet, and when she tried to move her feet stuck to it, tripping her into the growing pool of thick white. The more she tried to get up, the further around her the wax smeared and hardened to her. Beuus grabbed her left breast aggressively, turning his hand to twist it a bit before releasing it, revealing that both her shirt and bra had vanished where his hand touched! Using his other hand he trailed two fingers from her collar down her entire body, causing the clothing to dissolve along the way till he reached her pussy, and hooked his fingers around her clit a moment, before pulling back and licking the fingers off. Without warning he slammed his palm into her upper gut knocking the air out of her and causing the rest of her clothes to explode off her as a coloured mist, and he placed his other hand over her mouth and nose preventing her from breathing in again. He smiled at her struggles for several agonizingly long seconds before removing his hand and allowing her to breath again. Her vision had been turning blue from lack of oxygen. Lizabeth appeared quickly from behind him and was going to cast a spell at his back, but being a demon he could sense her power without actually seeing her. His attack was unseen but Lizabeth could sense the wave of force from his outward stretched hand and moved out of the way in time. It hit the ground behind her with enough force to chip the stone blocks and shake the pathway. Before he could gather himself for another though, she slashed him across the gut with the end of her black horn staff. Lizabeth left herself open to make sure she landed the attack though, and he slammed her in the chest with an open palm and right into another mass of searing hot wax, trapping her as well. He turned back to Sahara who was still desperately trying to break out of the wax, and he flicked his blood down at the ground. The wax lifted up, forming shapes and links in the air all around her, and before she could comprehend what it was becoming she found her face hovering just over Beuus' blood which had formed into a mat of razor sharp needle-like spikes of blood iron. The wax formed into a complex series of chains, connecting to Sahara's wrists and hands which were cocooned together in hardened wax themselves, behind her back. Cogs and chains made of hard wax turned and twisted around her, and she quickly caught on that she was in control of how far she was suspended in the air- the closer to her back she pulled her arms the higher she lifted from the spikes. Below the spikes a curving mat of wax formed though as the contraption was apparently not yet complete. At the other end of the quarter circle of wax a pillar with a rounded end formed, with small bumps down the front of it. Once complete, the amount of force she applied to the chain caused the quarter circle to turn, so either the mat of spikes was under her, or the pillar. It was not a pillar at all, it was a vastly oversized dildo! The bumps were lined up so they would hit her clit on the way down, but there was no way it could fit inside of her anyway, it was huge! She tried her best to work the balance so she was between the two- with the end of the dildo resting firmly against her pussy at an angle but not enough that her weight was going down on it, nor was she over the spikes- but the balance was very hard to keep. Her nipples became rock hard suddenly as she felt magic enter her body- and her breasts slowly started to grow. The distraction was nearly fatal, causing her to let her arms go back and she almost swung her face into the spikes! She knew the danger though, she was still in big trouble. If her breasts continued to grow- no matter how slowly- their weight would increase, pulling her down harder, either on spikes or a dildo that would surely rip her in half. Crueler still, the spikes is what she landed on if she relaxed her arms, and her arms could only take so much before they gave out, which meant she would end up on the spikes eventually no matter what. Lizabeth took on her true form as the autumn dragon, shattering her wax bonds easily with this body. She hooked her talons in the stone cracks below and catapulted herself straight at Beuus. A barrier of seven long and sharp black iron bars shot out of the ground and slammed into her neck, deflecting her fangs from him at the last moment. He was disappointed when there was no blood- the bottom half of her neck was covered in thick armour plate scales, so the sharp bars did no more than scratch their surface. Liz breathed a stream of searing hot sand, going through the bars and wrapping around Beuus' feet quickly. To counter her before she was able to use her element he released a wave of molten hot breath and melted the sand, manipulating it with his own magic to form a bident made of crude glass. Meanwhile Sahara's breasts were about the size of volleyballs now and swinging up and down violently as she shifted her weight around trying to spare herself. The dildo was now pushing against her powerfully, and since the end was rounded it was squirming its way in with a bit of pain. Because the alternative was being impaled on spikes, she had to endure this. Beuus let out a heavy and long sigh. Beuus threw up his arms halfheartedly in defeat, and his wax torture device broke apart. Sahara let out a shrill half moan half scream as the chains holding her up let go and dropped her full weight onto the dildo, smashing another two and a half inches into her like a battering ram. Her entire body froze up in fear of shoving even more of the gigantic phallus in herself. Her breasts quickly returned to their normal size, and the dildo below her heated up and returned to a molten state as she fell through it, groaning loudly as her pussy finally relaxed and let the searing wax out of her. With a brief scowl toward Lizabeth, Beuus took Jezebel's arm aggressively and the two of them vanished. X : The Absolution To Our Problem With the curse die no more, everyone who had been gathered for the sealing team, or from other universe to help the cause all united at the front of Greivanhal. No portals were necessary- the castle was fully materialized in this world now. Hills of shattered glass and jagged, half melted steel beams surround the castle grounds. The huge front steps once lead down to a cobble road through grassy planes. Then they lead into the abyss of an endlessly looping ocean trapped in a Land Beyond Dreams. Now, they lead down to a collapsed street, littered in ruins and mauled vehicles. Jezebel, Beuus, Meredith, Maribeth, Lizabeth, Aden, Ken, Violet, Lilac, Chleo, Duke James Mathews, Sahara, Naga, Alamia, Harm, Clyde, Ambrosia and Arcane, all standing quietly on the stairs, waiting. It was all they could do. Nothing they did or said at this point would make a difference. Occult stood at the top of the stairs with his arms crossed, in the form of Ulysses. Lizabeth stood at the halfway stair, facing him with her black horn staff in hand of her human form. She challenged him to a fight. Knowing she could never win in strength she challenged him instead to wit, knowing his ego would not allow him to overlook it. If nothing else, he wasn't destroying other things while he was here with her. Liz told Arcane to stand near Occult at the top, to make sure he didn't try to cheat, though whispered an apology into her ear. Arcane wanted to ask what she was sorry for, but figured it did not matter right now and just agreed. Lizabeth was allowed the first move, and threw a ball of freezing energy at Occult. There was two ways he could counter that, electricity or flames. Occult fired a beam of light energy at it, melting the ice mid-air, but then refracting off of it and the beads of water it was reduced to, splitting into dozens of beams fired straight at Liz. She was surprised and fell back on her default power of choice. Instead of moving she moved the beams, folding space around her in on itself, causing the beams to reverse on themselves when they got too close and cancelled each other out. That was a power even Occult and Arcane did not have, only Lizabeth knew how to do it and she wasn't about to tell anyone her secret. It was left to Occult to make the next move, so he slammed a palm into the ground and gravity reversed itself. Everyone was lifted off their feet and went some distance into the air before it tapered off and they hovered there. Breathing a stream of sand and using magic to compress it into a sharp stone spire, Lizabeth launched it at Occult, not bothered by her altered position. He swatted it out of the air easily and the seven smaller stone shards made from it were sent right back at Lizabeth. He seemed pretty reserved, even for a battle that was meant to challenge wit more than anything. She was going to distort space so they appeared already embedded in his body, but they instead fired in several different directions all around her, one of which sliced her arm! He hadn't just reversed gravity, he distorted space! And because of the messed up gravity she wasn't able to regain her barrings! She still knew her own location in space though, and launched her own body at him, appearing and disappearing several times as she hit spacial warps. In order for him to attack her properly, there needed to be at least one direct path between them though, and she found it. She already had a ball of power in her hand, and he formed one quickly to meet hers as she appeared just two feet from him and attacked. His of course cancelled hers easily, Occult's magic would always be stronger. Occult yanked his hand back quickly as Lizabeth was thrown down the steps and gravity returned to normal. Lizabeth's hand was hurt and bleeding, but she still smiled. Time seemed to slow as Occult yanked his hand away- at the centre of the energy in her hand was the dark blood ring! Occult taught her how to create it a day ago, a ring able to steal traits from anything. He did it to get rid of her, by setting up a situation in which she would become fused to someone else thanks to the ring. She kept the ring afterwards. Arcane seen it at once, and between Liz apologizing just a few minutes ago, and the ring, Arcane knew her plan and lunged for the ring. With one hand Occult swung down, and up with the other. Arcane was yanked down into the stairs as the ring was tossed farther aloft, she could not be allowed to have it! Not all of Liz's otherworldly guests had revealed themselves however. A nine-tailed fox jumped over from behind Occult, who was too distracted to sense her, and she snatched the ring deftly from the air and landed on Arcane's back, dropping it by her hand. Occult sliced her forearm completely in two to remove the ring, but it was too late, it had already been activated. The same trick Occult tried to use to get rid of Lizabeth- was his own undoing. It felt like time had stopped entirely. They all felt a tremendous force pulling them inward toward the apex as all magical energy in their entire universe collapsed back on a single point. But no one actually moved, the force did not feel like it was moving. All the sound, all the feelings, all the commotion returned all at once, and a single being stood where there had been two. Its genderless form was gently hovering over the stairs, nude.
Shattered Shards Devilish Desires I moan softly as I lie in my bed, knowing that I still have several minutes before I need to get up. After all, my wake up call hasn't arrived yet, and I get one every morning. I simply lay back, snuggle up under the silk sheets, and enjoy some closeness with the two beings that I am closest to in the world. Or worlds now; somehow there was some sort of a dimensional intersection, and a world of science and steel met with one of swords and sorcery and meshed together. Though the world is a much bigger place than it once was, that is not merely why I say worlds. There are strange shapes hovering in the sky, orbiting the Fused Earth, some of them, many of them, contain life. They're like miniature worlds, and they're not too difficult to get to. Teleportation is easy if you have the money. Flight can be accomplished on the cheap, be it in an airplane or on a dragon. The air goes up all the way. You can even visit the moon now, though you still need space suits and an air supply for that. Somehow it's been kept perfectly as it is. Somehow something prevents gravity from tearing these other places out of the sky and prevents them from crashing into one another. It is a wondrous, beautiful world that we live in, even greater than the ones that existed before. I grew up on Aerth, exposed from an early age to all sorts of mystical creatures, enchanted objects, and lessons in sorcery. But upon the union of the worlds I quickly became enraptured by the wonders of technology. "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." Said science fiction author Arthur C. Clarke. But I find technology to be all the more impressive. A wizard sitting before his scrying pool can see and converse with another wizard as if he were standing there. You can sit at a computer and do the exact same thing. The primary difference is rather than utilizing a simple incantation and a use of magical energy, the computer user performs the task through the intertwining use of literally thousands of small, tiny inventions all building upon one another. You tend to get that sort of thing out here; in what was once the American South. Sadly you don't get much in the way of magic here. There are places in the Fused Earth that are still strongly of one particular nature. There are places were magic just doesn't work and makes nonhuman sentients and fantastic creatures instinctively nervous. In the same way there are places that'll warp your cell phone into a crystal ball and give you pointy ears and a newfound adoration for trees before you can blink. I'm not very fond of these places, but I like to think that my presence here helps things somewhat. In fact, I know it has. Merely by drawing breath in the Confederate Territories of America I'm helping to bring the joy and wonder of the new world right up to their slack jaws and belting them across the face with reality. From what I've read about the American South in history books sticking your head in a hole and ignoring, declaring sinful, shooting, or shouting explicatives at anything you don't know, like or understand has always pretty much been the way of life here. So the fact that the place has a strange sort of magic of its own isn't surprising. To the folks around here, the world pretty much ended ten years ago when the worlds became one. Their history books say that everything went kaboom in a nuclear holocaust, and it's only through luck, chance, and the power of prayer that the CTA was spared. People don't leave the CTA lands, they think you go beyond them you hit irradiated wasteland. Any sort of evidence that there is something out of the ordinary around just gets overlooked. People are literally unable to see the supernatural. If a dragon flew over and set a building on fire, than sat on the inferno and preened itself, the next day the papers would talk about gas leaks and instinctively crop out the bits of the image with the dragon in it for use in the paper. Ignorance here isn't all that willful. For most people it's essentially mandatory. What's ended up here is a bit of a theocracy, which is something I've always found strange. You don't have acolytes of this particular deity able to heal the sick and injured, that can't make a symbol of their faith light up, they can't even conduct a proper exorcism. Though magic doesn't really work here, with all the religious practice and prayer going on, you still have a build up of divine energies; they're just not being collected. You have a hot commodity like that just laying around, just getting shinier and sparklier as time goes on, left completely unguarded and well... you just know that eventually someone is going to take it, and that that someone usually isn't going to be all that nice or polite about it. Which is exactly what drew me here; my family has always had close ties with the divine. Stems back many generations for when somebody did something real important for someone pretty high up in the food chain of Hell. Well, not THE Hell. But it's been a long time, historically speaking, since there's been one of them. It's pretty much a franchise operation, the McDonald's of the afterlife. As with any operation, the bigger you get, the more employees you have, the harder it actually is to keep everything running nice and smooth without any corruption. And with devils and demons in the mix, trust me; you get all sorts of corruption. This particular Hell is actually a rather nice one, as far as Hells go; one of the largest and still running smoothly, an innovator in the market; the whole layers thing, the three headed dog guarding the gates, all ours. I rather take pride in my connections, they've served my family quite well; wealth, power, fame, anything of the sort for those who want it. Even those that don't find fortune going in their favor and find themselves well off for life; a good paying job, a loving family, a dog, and a picket fence, if that is what you want. Though every so often you have an individual, like me, in whom the old family blood runs strong. We're born knowing about the history of the family, about our gifts, and we know that in our adulthood we'll be granted wishes, rewarded with things beyond our greatest and wildest desires. I shift in bed again, snuggling close to my lover. I can feel her pressed up tightly against the dog, a knotted cock still crammed between her legs. She has more fun with the dog that with me, but I don't mind, just watching her is a wondrous treat in its own. The cool silk feels heavenly against my breasts, even more so against my cocks. I feel them begin to awaken, surging and ready to start the day. I lick my lips, eager for what is soon to come. There is the soft sound of tinkling bells, and it's time for my wake up call. I just love getting up in the afternoon, the whole evening and night ahead of me. I realized long ago that things weren't quite what I expected them to be, and when they said wishes fulfilled beyond your wildest desires, boy did they ever mean it. But I wouldn't trade it for anything; I absolutely love my life, despite the strangeness, despite it not being exactly what I wanted. But the family blood is indeed strong within me, and even though I didn't get exactly what I wished for, the bargain makes absolutely sure that I just adore the result; though I have learned not to wish for things aloud. I lay in bed for a few minutes after my wake up call, basking in the feel of the new day, letting the other two occupants of the bed sleep undisturbed for a little while longer. But eventually I have to get up and head for the shower, the ranch has a few new employees that arrived last night and need to be shown the ropes. But I'm getting ahead of myself; I really ought to start back at the beginning of the tale, the story of my arrival here in the CTA and of my wishes and the interesting results brought about by them. -o- It all began on the train ride in, an engine converted back to the old ways of coal and wood, rather than gasoline. Though I was rather fond of cars I most certainly wouldn't be missing the smog that they caused. Personal transportation in the CTA was usually an electric cart, or a bicycle, or if you could afford the precious gasoline, a motorcycle. Unlike the rest of the world, the CTA hoarded the stuff as their processing plant was rather limited, and they needed food crops for human and animal consumption, not merely for Ethanol. Truth be told, I actually rather enjoyed the train ride. It was a different way to travel, one that I had not experienced before, and the sights were quite lovely to see. By the sights, of course, I mean the individuals of a female persuasion upon the train, typically naked, pressed up against the side of my compartment or the wall of the bathroom stall. It's a gift, the combination of a sort of animal magnetism, a handsome face, a good body, more than decent personal hygiene, as well as a hint of the devil's own luck. I never had problems finding women who were eager to perform various pleasurable acts of a carnal nature for my amusement. I'm a traveler by nature, so all my relationships, save one, have been of a temporary, transient nature; though my traveling originally began due to the unwanted outcome of a temporary relationship involving a threat to my nether regions with an enchanted sword. I look upon it as an unexpected gift. Though illegitimate, any children of my bloodline would enjoy the same gifts of luck and providence that I myself have taken good advantage of in my life. Mother and child will never want for food, shelter, or clothes. Though mother might be finding herself of strangely looser morals and slightly needful loins far more often that she would expect. I've looked in upon past dalliances from time to time, even sampled their services. They're all good at what they do, and they have a genuine love for the act. It may not be glamorous, or what a young girl aspires to be when she grows up, but my girls always wind up making a very good living for themselves. I felt myself drawn to the region, getting to take a look at how the Earth population had lived before the merge of the worlds would be somewhat interesting. But what really occupied my mind was the fact that later in the evening I would be granted a wish, essentially. Anything reasonable that was within the power of my patron, or one of her followers to grant. Even with a pretty blonde between my legs, her lips and tongue busily giving adoration to my cock, my mind was more centered on thinking of what I would wish for, rather than the task at hand. Though the girl did something strange with her tongue that made me cry out and suddenly pay attention. Her tongue seemed to have lengthened, growing longer, but thinner, and smoother. She suddenly had my attention. She began to pull away, sensing that something was strange and out of the ordinary, but a feminine, black nailed, red skinned hand shoved her back forward, and this seemed to end all resistance. "Mmm... hello Celeste." I said without looking up at my visitor, "I wouldn't think that you could play your games with her, being so deep into this realm of ignorance, after all." The demoness smiled and shrugged, sitting down opposite me. Some people talk about having guardian angels. Celeste, however, is essentially my guardian demon. She was my nanny when I was growing up, my tutor when I needed schooling, my instructor in lovemaking once I was old enough to start feeling desire, and in my adult years my travel agent, guide, researcher, casual sex partner, and performer of many other little tasks that aided me while on the road. Her full black lips parted in a smile, revealing perfect white teeth and elongated canines. On that day she was the very image of professional loveliness; her long navy blue hair done up in a tight bun, a pair of elegant glasses upon her face, a tight business suit and short skirt, and a pair of black, opened toed high heels that allowed her toe claws to poke out without damage to her footwear. She'd even tied a bow around her cute, spade-tipped tail. "If you weren't one of the blood, I wouldn't even be able to manifest here at all, let alone use my power to have a little fun with one of your playthings. Would you mind if I..." she grinned wickedly and motioned to the blonde. I shook my head, "Not particularly. Just nothing too obvious, I think. Even with something in the air making people ignore the supernatural, I think that any drastic alterations will become quite apparent, at least to the one in possession of them." Celeste nodded and slunk down in her seat, her tail slipping up beneath the girl's skirt, she was trying to hide her soft moans, but I could feel the small vibrations of when she vocalized the pleasure my demoness was giving her. The demon paid her little attention; however, she simply took a pen from her coat pocket and began to write on a clipboard that somehow had appeared in her hand. "Just a reminder with the fulfillment of wishes and desires, material goods will not be spontaneously created, and if you wish for anything specific, like the Caliph of Share's favorite scepter, that you will actually be receiving the very same scepter and the Caliph will notice that its been stolen." She began. I nodded and rolled my eyes; she'd been schooling me in this for the past few months. "Anything above a class six incantation is out of the question. Meaning any raising of the dead requires a corpse, the individual wishing to return to life..." she scowled at my eye rolling and skipped ahead, "Essentially if they died from old age, no dice. I can do it with just a piece of the corpse, but then I'll have to create a new body." Celeste grinned and I felt the girl shudder, she pulled away again and this time I let her. She tugged up her skirt and peered down in confusion at the strange thing she found there. The demoness reached out and patted her on the head, "Be a good girl and stroke it." She purred. The girl's eyes glazed over and she absentmindedly began to stroke the six inch length that had suddenly grown from where her clit used to be. Quite familiar with the way Celeste used some of my toys in the past I gently guided the girl's head back to my groin, where she obediently resumed sucking. Celeste is a bit strange in her tastes. Though she will, grudgingly, partake in intercourse with pure humanoids and pure animals, she prefers her lovers to be a mix. Her typical curse was to grant one of my girls a male member of some sort of animal, and each time she pleasured it, the girl would gain a bestial feature. It would stop about halfway between man and beast, and judging from the split that had already begun to form at the tip, Celeste had made the equipment match the tongue she'd given the girl earlier. A snake wouldn't be so bad here, opposed to fur, which doesn't translate well into something else, the scales she'd have in the future would likely be seen as some sort of skin condition. "Emotional manipulation is plausible, but tends to have long term consequences. Overriding the natural emotions for more than a span of six months will essentially result in an addiction to the condition. And that's cumulative, no turning it off for a day and then turning it back on again." I sighed and waved my hand, "Right, right, I know all this. Don't worry; I don't want a palatial estate, the love of the Queen of the Silver Arrow, the mighty sword Calamitas, or to bring old Uncle Gerald back from the grave. I hear he's rather happy with his room arrangement and has got settled in with his new job." Which was getting some of the new arrivals to loosen up in the loins. You wouldn't believe how many 'vow of chastity' types show up down there. You can stick to holy vows all you like and still wind up in our neck of the woods just because you're an utter asshole. Uncle Gerald tends to go for the power mongers that enjoyed terrorizing small children. He always did have a thing for women in uniform. Celeste sighed and continued on. I ignored her, concentrating more on the enthusiastic ministrations that the sexy snake between my legs was performing on... well... the sexy snake between my legs. The skilled caresses of Celeste's well-practiced tail and the sensitivity that my demoness always gave her playthings' new toys filled her with pleasure, and she eagerly wanted to share that pleasure with someone else. "Also a note that you will get what you desire and..." Celeste continued to drone on. I cried out with my fourth or fifth climax of the day, the soon to be snake eagerly gulping down what I had to offer as she herself erupted with climax for the first time from her maleness. Going by Celeste's usual modus operandi, her eyes would be the next thing to change. "...what you get." Celeste finished, pulling her tail away from the girl and beginning to lick it clean. "Do you have anything particular in mind? You'll be getting these every so often, one per season at the very least, if the power in the area is strong, you do well with your duties, I'm not particularly busy, and the Archduke is pleased with your progress, you might get them often as once or twice a week." Celeste said, sitting up in her seat, her tail against the girl's cheek, coaxing her that way. I shook my head, "No, nothing in particular. I tend to be a rather spur of the moment guy." I said with a shrug, putting myself away and zipping up my pants. Celeste nodded and smiled down at her new plaything, "I thought so. I just figured I'd ask, easier to set things up, after all." "I'm going to go get some lunch. Will the two of you be fine in here, Celeste?" I asked, not knowing if my demoness could remain while I was several cars away. She nodded and grinned, showing off those perfect fangs, "Oh yes. She's filled with enough of my power to keep me here for several hours at least, and the more fun we have, the longer I can stay." She fixed her gaze on the girl's slit-pupiled eyes, "And we'll be having lots and lots of fun, won't we cutie? She purred, the girl merely nodding her reply before ducking beneath Celeste's skirt, beginning to stroke herself once more. My guardian always puts on an excellent show, but I'd had my fill of carnal pleasures for the moment. My sexual hunger had been satisfied and it was now time to feed my physical hunger. I just love how they fry everything in the south. -o- Later that evening I had settled into my new apartment and properly broke it in with the realtor and her sister. I just adore twins; especially cute, busty ones with enough pudge on them to drop their self-esteem a few notches to make them blush when someone handsome and charming complimented them. It was a rather nice, clear evening, I'd left the television on for background noise, most of the buildings were rather quiet, there were far more places for people to live than there were people to live in them. Families had moved out into the rural areas to help with food production, others hadn't believed what the new government was telling them, and headed off into the supposed nuclear wasteland, and others simply vanished, there one moment, gone the next. They were building more housing in the farm towns, but here in the big city people for the most part were heading out. After all, it was advisable to be closest to where the food is. Of course that meant that my company and I could be as loud as we wanted. Though sadly it had been a bit disappointing for me, I had wanted them to scream, to cry out in intense, incredible pleasure the likes of which they'd never felt before. I could only coax a mild shout from each of them. I thought about the prospect for a moment and grinned, "Celeste," I said to the darkness, "I wish that I was hung like a herd of bucking broncos; Clydesdale broncos." My demoness appeared in the chair by my bedside, clipboard in hand, a huge grin on her face, "You're sure?" she asked, "Positive." I replied. "You want the stamina to go with that?" "Hell yes." "The ability to just about go forever without losing erection?" "Would I ever!" "And do you want to grant the twins the same stamina?" I nodded, "Might as well. No sense on being able to go all night if I don't have somebody that can match me." Celeste nodded, making notes on her clipboard. "A rather simple incantation, though the material components are a bit out of the way. Do I have your permissions to roam around the city to gather what I need?" I nodded once more, waving her away, "Do whatever you have to, and try to make it quick, hmm?" She chuckled, "Of course, my charge, you can expect things to begin in a few minutes. I know I can acquire the first components by then." The two girls in my bed didn't stir as Celeste opened the window, the shadows of night seeming to gather and pool at her back, forming into black feathered wings. The workings of magic are strange things; boundaries are different depending on location. A train is narrow and long, there are only few routes for the energies that she drew upon from me to take. Without them she would be immediately banished back to our Hell. In a city it was different, like street gutters there are natural corridors of magical flow that allow such energies to swiftly move from one place to another without degradation. A city is solid, slow to change. A train is always in motion, always moving, the cars swaying ever so slightly. A train lacks permanence, emotional attachment. While Celeste would be unable to venture into the caboose if I were in the engine, utilizing the conduits of energy that flowed through the city itself, she could appear nearly anywhere. I would also have to make sure to allow Celeste a bit of fun in the near future. She tended to get a little bit unpleasant if she hadn't added animal parts onto a human anytime recently. The serpent girl on the train was only a warm up for her. I'd let her roam around the city for someone who deserved her special brand of creativity. I began to feel a familiar stirring in my loins, my member slowly growing hard. I simply lay back and let it happen, holding the two sisters up against my body. I felt the familiar rush as my shaft grew erect, swelling to full arousal. But tonight I felt something more, an additional something pouring into my length other than the usual blood. My member reached its typical stopping point, but rather than being fully erect, it still felt floppy, not yet reaching further erection. I carefully slipped my right arm off the girl and began to stroke myself, hoping to aid the process. I could scarcely get my fingertips to meet around it. The sensation as I slowly slid my circled fingers up the length was heavenly. I closed my eyes and lay back, continuing to stroke my growing length, I was no slouch before at eight inches, what I had now felt like half again, maybe twice that, and even greater thickness. Though there was something rather odd, the texture of the flesh seemed to change part way up the length, and there was a strange swelling in the middle. I ran my hand fully up the shaft and found my fingers against the back of the head. It flared outwards, rather like a trumpet, not the familiar bell shape that I was used to. I opened my eyes and looked down at my cock, except that it wasn't exactly my cock anymore. What hung between my legs was dappled pink and black, emerging from a fat sheath, rather than an extension of the skin. There seemed to be an additional envelope of skin at the base up to the ring in the middle, and then the flat, blunt, rounded head. I had a horse cock between my legs. Rather than find it strange, or abhorrent, I simply grinned, "Cool." I said aloud, moaning softly as I continued to play with the bestial shaft that projected from between my legs. I've long since had time to think about what has happened to me, and I realize that I ought to have paid more attention, both to Celeste's warnings, and to the words that I use when I ask her to grant my desires. Some demons and devils will actually give you what you want. Celeste, however, I soon found out greatly enjoys playing games. If I myself had to do it all over again, I wouldn't have changed a thing about any of my wishes. But if you had told the version of myself in the past what the outcome of the wishes would be, likely he wouldn't have made them. But I absolutely adore what I've become, and wouldn't give up any part of myself. The horse cock leaked thick, plentiful precum as it grew fully hard, helping to aid the speed of my increasingly rapid stroking. It felt better than my human cock had, and there was more of it to feel good. It was incredible. With a cruel grin on my face, I rolled a bit, adjusting myself in the bed as I bent my cock backwards. With a muted cry I climaxed for the first time from my equine organ, thick, plentiful ropes of seed gushing out and splattering onto the face and breasts of the girl to my left. Though I myself was not immune from the fallout; my own chest got quite sticky as well. It awoke her from her gentle dose. She was confused at first, but then the effects of my wish hit her, Celeste's magic acting upon her, increasing her lust and her stamina. She licked her lips and began to scoop up my seed in her cupped hands, gulping it down. She giggled and looked over at her sleeping sister on the other side of me. She crawled over me, moving atop her sister, my seed dripping from one down onto the other. Between their tanned bodies it looked rather like a fresh s'more, with hot seed replacing gooey marshmallow. The girl brought her lips against her sister's own, her tongue slipping into her mouth, sharing the bounty of my cum with her twin. They'd kept rather hands off before, each content to pleasure herself while the other was with me; a typical side effect of libido altering spells. My horse cock hadn't flagged a bit; it was still hard, aching, and eager to be plunged into a nice, wet pussy. While I had watched the two sisters making a cum-sandwich it had continued to grow. It had stopped in length, but the girth was tremendous. I don't think that I could ever have actually put it in someone without hurting them. But the problem was alleviated a moment later as my cock began to divide. Like a cell reproducing, it divided in half, creating a perfectly identical second organ, complete with sheath and heavy balls. The weight of my two new balls atop my first cock felt great. I grinned and shoved the top girl down on top of her sister, position my twin shafts to take them at the same time. The girls cried out as I stretched them wide, likely wider than either hand been taken before. Likely it hurt a bit, but their cries were pleasured ones, and they continued to press against each other. Lips meeting one another with hungry desire, hands seeking out breasts, rubbing slick seed over bare skin, bringing seed covered fingers up for both to lick clean. I'd have to thank Celeste later for helping to bring out the fun loving slut in these two. They were so tight around me, so wonderfully tight and textured, their inner walls gripping my dual rods, trying to coax my seed into their greedy depths. I don't think I could have pulled away from them even if I had wanted to. It was rather difficult to thrust into them, as the two were not in sync, each gripped me at a different time as I tried to pull back so I could thrust in again, slowing me down, but it felt so damned good I didn't care. The sensations from my two cocks were almost too much, the love juices from the upper sister trickled down onto my lower shaft, making it slicker and easier to drive. But it also made it a sticky, sopping mess, slick juices covering all four of my thick equine balls. The sensation of having my upper sack slide across my lower shaft as I pounded into them also served to enhance my pleasure. This was easily the best sex I'd ever had. Soon I found myself having a bit of difficulty; I couldn't seem to push back into the girl on top. Looking down I saw that the base of my upper cock had grown thick and fat. I watched in fascination as the black flesh seemed to flow like liquid, granting me yet another pair of horse shafts and two more sets of balls. They were smaller than my other cocks, and I took them in my hands, stroking my new pricks rapidly as the first two continued to slam into the girls, no longer hindered by the additional mass. Once more I felt the flesh within my grip grow, becoming longer, thicker, more and more heavy horse meat hanging between my legs. I now had four proud horse cocks between my legs, all erect, dripping, and needful. Each time I thrusts my shafts into my girls, the sensation changed just a little bit, something rubbing at the bottom and top of my top and bottom shafts. I paid it little attention, enraptured in my own pleasure. The two had begun to moan loudly, and were clinging to each other even tighter than before. There was a sudden surge, and I realized what I was feeling, the added touch of growing sacks on my shafts and soon the balls as well. The smooth skin, the balls thick and heavy, interesting weights on my cocks as I drove them into the twins again and again. I've never been particularly fond of male genitals that were not my own, but strangely my mind seemed to make an exception in this case. The thought of what the two girls were doing, hidden from my sight, turned me on immensely. The thought of two sexy girls, huge horse shafts and balls between their legs, thick cum on their bellies and breasts, their new members rubbing against each other, growing slick with pre, glistening as they slid against well-lubed bodies. I cried out and felt my foursome of cocks blossom with climax, the sensation turned my muscles to water and I fell forward onto my girls who finally gave me the delicious sounds of peaked pleasure that I had wanted to draw from them. The bed suddenly became a mess as a virtual torrent of horse cum flowed from the three of us. It was most definitely unnatural they way that each long, massive, sustained, delicious burst of cum went from high powered intensity, to low drip, with a moment's reprieve and then another full powered blast. It was like our balls were emptying, and then growing full again. So much seed and it felt so good, felt so very good to have it gush out, to feel the warmth on your skin, to feel it trickling over your body. I'm not at all sure how long it lasted, but eventually the cum stopped flowing. I pulled myself from them, rolling the top one over and then flopping down between them, hugging their gooey, cum covered bodies against my own. I kissed each in turn, delighting in the taste of mingled seed. We were all out of breath, but our cocks were still hard and aching. The twins pressed up against me, their shafts slipping between mine. Each of them took one of my cocks in each hand, pressing them together around their own, gently thrusting between them, making it so they ended up pressing against each other. They began to lick the seed of my absolutely saturated body, but they seemed to be focusing more and more on my nipples, their soft lips and tongues feeling better and better with each passing second. I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting them do all the work. Oh how I loved the sensation of cum-covered cockflesh against cum-covered cockflesh. I let myself drift off into a lustful doze, not quite awake, not quite asleep, merely awash with pleasure and letting my conscious mind rest while my instincts took over. If I had been paying attention then, I would have noted an increased sensation from my nipples. I would have seen them darken to a shade of brown-black, and I most definitely would have seen them begin to elongate. The twins neither noticed nor cared, they merely positioned their mouths to better take advantage of the new growths. Soon I had a pair of smallish dicknipples, well on their way to joining the rest of my horse cocks in size. Even as they grew, surpassing six inches in length, eight, twelve, the twins still managed to keep pleasuring them, instinctive skill granted to them through Celeste's magic. In some portion of my mind I heard the faint sound of the window being shut and latched, and a chair pulled up alongside the bed. The soft movements of Celeste propping her feet on the bed as she watched the action, no doubt enjoying herself. I continued to float adrift in a sea of lust as the skin around my nipples began to bunch up, forming sheaths and sacks for the two surging pricks that were now growing from there. The twins bobbed their heads up and down upon my nippledicks with gleeful and hungry abandon, continuing to caress our many shafts down below. From there the rest of the night became a sweet, white hot blur of pleasure, of lustful desire, of rapid climax, and of oozing, spattering, high velocity horse cum. The sun had risen before we grew tired and I came back to myself. The room was drenched in seed, the bed sopping wet and still sticky, as were the three of us in it, and my demoness beside it. Celeste had cast aside her working attire, allowing herself to appear as her proper succubus self. Her hair wild, her wings majestic, her hooves polished and gleaming, the white seed of eight horse cocks standing out on her apple-red skin. I felt a deep, intense sexual satisfaction the likes of which I had never felt before. Usually I had to stop because my partner's body had failed long before I could fully work out my lust. But my cocks, all six of them, were still hard, ready to go at a moment's notice if I wished to continue, but I did not. I smiled and snuggled up between the girls, my hands on their shafts, my index and middle fingers were crammed into the urethra, stoking them from the inside while my thumbs traced over the underside of the sensitive heads. They leaked thick precum, and even climaxed while I toyed with them. I sighed happily once more and looked to Celeste, "Celeste, I wish I could wake up feeling like this every morning." She laughed and smiled at me, crawling onto the seed-soaked bed, which squelched with her every move, giving me a tight, tender hug, "You have no idea how happy you've made me." She said softly, resting her head on my chest between the two cocks. "I'm glad," I said with a grin, not quite getting her meaning. The male mind does not think well after mind-blowing sexy, and is even worse when it is desiring sleep. "I think I'll add on a couple services to the wish, if that's okay with you." She purred, her perfectly smooth, hot body snuggled up against mine. "Sure! Do whatever you think is best. You've never steered me wrong before." I said to my demoness, who giggled gleefully, almost drunkenly. "I think I'll do it right after a nap." Celeste said softly. A bit drunk on the ambient divine power in the area and able to bring me a second wish perhaps twelve hours after the first, Celeste deserved a nap. I kissed the top of her head and allowed myself to sleep, surrounded by three girls, after having spent most of the night giving them all pleasure; though in an emotional way with Celeste. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep; knowing that the wondrous sensation that filled me would still be there when I awoke. -o- Some hours later I found myself opening my eyes, the bed around me soft and dry, though there were a few drips and drabs of precum from my many cocks oozing down onto my body, as well as a little bit more from the twins. I yawned and blinked a few times, focusing my blurred vision. I was rather puzzled at what I saw, as there was a centaur standing with his front hooves of the footboard of my bed. And not merely his front hooves, but his cock as well. A rather proud and gorgeous specimen, his elven torso tanned, well-toned and proportioned, his large, equine body's red-brown fur groomed to an almost shimmering perfection. But none of that drew my attention, what I was focused on was the fact that he sported a cock that in all likelihood weighed more than the rest of him. I'd seen this type of centaur once or twice, called Overdrafts they were primarily owned creatures, bought and sold by wealthy individuals with strange, perverse desires. The overdraft winked a green-yellow eye at me, his many feet long, several feet wide cock suddenly erupting and splattering me with an incredible amount of cum. I cried out with blissful ecstasy as my six cocks seemed to erupt with sympathetic climax, my many balls emptying, filling, and emptying again as my body bent backwards, my hips thrust into the air with intense, powerful sensation. My cry was joined by two others as the twins were caught up in the same sensation. Cum continued to pour over us, far more than we had been coated with the previous night, thick, hot horse seed covering every inch of our bodies, delivering orgasmic joy. It went on for about a minute, then the centaur vanished, leaving behind a room that was just about ankle deep in cum. My climaxes faded, but they left me with the same incredible sensation of sexual satisfaction that I had longed for with my wish. What did it matter if I had to be coated in cum every morning in order for it to happen? Likely Celeste would make sure the stuff vanished before too long. I managed to extract myself from the arms of the amorous twins, both eager for more pleasure after being woken up with a wondrous climax. I squelched my way to the bathroom as they fell into one another's arms, a flurry of stroking, caressing, kissing, licking, and sucking. I would have loved to stay and watch, but I needed to freshen up, wash the cum from my body, and then go out and look for a job of sorts. If I didn't have one, fate would somehow provide for me, but I was here to experience the realm in all its glory. When you live in luxury but don't have a job people tend to be a little suspicious, distrusting, or downright unpleasant; working class people are distrustful of those who don't have to work for a living. My shower took longer than usual, partially because I had sticky centaur seed to wash off just about every inch of my body, and partially because my many cocks still had not ceased being erect. I thought back to my wish the previous night, and recalling my words I realized that they would not be ceasing in their arousal, ever. In the shower, looking down at the six shafts that studded my body, I realized for the first time that this wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I'd made the wish. What I'd envisioned and what I received were two very different things, yet I found myself rather enjoying the outcome. "Celeste!" I called as I shampooed my hair, letting the lather sit and work for a few moments, my slicked hands working over my nipplecocks absentmindedly. I felt the demoness' breasts against my back as she appeared in the shower with me, she rested her chin on my shoulder, her tail curling around my leg and rubbing against my thigh. "What am I going to do for clothes?" I asked, as I strangely wasn't displeased in the slightest with the result, just slightly annoyed that none of the clothes I had brought, nor any of the ones I'd had purchased for me ahead of time would fit. "Don't worry about it, I'll find you something to wear to your appointment." She purred, her long, forked tongue slithering down my chest and giving one of my dicknipples a teasing lick. Then the shower was empty of Celeste's presence, leaving me to wonder about the nature of the appointment, as I was just planning to look around the city and see if there were any jobs to be done that looked fun, or that didn't seem particularly tedious. I completed my shower, managing to have only made my nipples climax twice. I dried myself off, donned my bathrobe, and went into my office. The bathroom had two ways in, and I was thankful for them as I walked out into the hallway. I would be able to have breakfast without getting my feet covered in cum. I poured myself a bowl of cereal, not wanting to risk unpleasantness involving a hot skillet and six two and a half foot long shafts. I took a seat at the table and turned on the noon news. I didn't pay much attention as I ate, but the lead story was that a dozen horses had gone missing overnight, half were workhorses, but six of them were prized show stallions, worth big bucks for breeding purposes. I finished my breakfast, waiting for Celeste to show up with clothes that would accommodate the new additions to my anatomy, as well as to disclose the nature of the appointment I had. With little better to do, I watched the report on the stolen horses. Six had been breeders; two were common works horses, while another four had been very temperamental workhorses. "Folks are welcome to keep Demon, Devil, Lucifer, and Lillith." Said the farmer, "Whoever took 'em deserves what they get. Those four were the orneriest horses I've ever seen in my life." "Alicorn bloodline," Celeste explained, "Very useful for certain types of magic; dark type of unicorn, so rather good for transformation, alteration, and corruption magic, as well as things involving gender roles and sexual orientation. Took those on principle, the two others, well, you saw what I needed those for, and the six prized stallions, that's the nature of your appointment." My demoness laid several packages on the table and continued to explain things to me as I opened them. "The owner of the stallions sold them to you several weeks ago, though he didn't expect you for another month. We merely have to go down to the equestrian club and sign the change of ownership papers, so that others can come to you when they require semen for artificial insemination or when they want their mares bred." I wasn't really paying attention; I was too busy staring in shock at what Celeste had acquired for me that bore a slight resemblance to clothes. She rolled her eyes, "Oh get over it. Being as out of the norm as you are, people won't remember hardly a thing about you except that you looked good, looked interesting in a strange new style of clothes, and that you seem to be a rather dashing, eccentric millionaire type." "Celeste, it's still a skirt." I said, glaring at the leather garment with apprehension. "You wore just about the same thing all through your days as a blacksmith's apprentice." She pointed out. "Which was when I was what? Twelve? And just about everything else would catch on fire or be uncomfortably hot?" "Honey, from now on any pants you wear are going to be incredibly uncomfortable. There's some leather covers for your cocks, so they won't be exposed to the elements and people won't think you have genitals or nipples showing. Quit complaining, you'll like it the moment you try it on." I knew better than to argue with her. Aside from the front, the skirt hung to my knees, and it wasn't... quite a skirt. More like two pair of loincloths. I have to admit they looked rather regal with their silver and gold detailing, plus the fact that they were sort of shield-shaped, further making it look less like a skirt. Celeste also had a pair of what I would tentatively call pants, save for the fact that the entire crotch section was missing. It fit snugly, but didn't restrict my movement any. From the upper body I had a narrow tank top and a leather jacket with holes in it for my nipplecocks. The coverings for my cocks were also tight and snug, and I was panting by the time I'd put three of them on, but I had to admit they made my shafts look nice, all my cocks and balls wrapped in form-fitting leather. I smiled to my demoness and hugged her, "Thanks, Celeste. This fits just perfectly." I said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "The enchantments in the rings on the cock sheaths will make it so no fluid emerges from your cock, even after climax. Though once you remove it, it will all flood out at once with a repeat of all the pleasure that each cock has gone through since it was last freed. You'll want to take this into account when you begin removing them." I nodded, "And why would my cocks climax while I'm out and about?" She smiled and tossed me a ring of keys, "Because your method of conveyance is going to be a motorcycle." I shivered and gasped softly with the thought of my oh-so-sensitive, leather-wrapped cocks vibrating and bumping around with the movements of the motorcycle. "You naughty thing..." I whispered, grabbing Celeste around the waist. "Always." She said with a grin, planting a kiss on my lips and wriggling free of my grasp. She slapped me on the rump, "Giddy up and get along to your meeting horse boy, I left the card with the address in your helmet." I chuckled, "Look after the twins, will you?" I said as I headed out the door, "Make sure they get home alright." My demoness nodded, "I always do." She purred. -o- It was a rather interesting few hours; I had gotten some rather strange looks. It's incredibly amusing to watch someone's face when they see something out of the ordinary, realize that it's the strangest thing they've ever seen, then watch their attention instinctively move elsewhere, then focus back on you, trying to figure out exactly what it is that's out of place that their mind won't let them realize. I especially loved the look on the middle aged secretary's face when I grabbed myself. Every time I mentioned my horses, I would point to, caress, fondle, or openly stroke one of my cocks. She would begin to get an outraged look on her face, but it would be gone in an instant and she'd look confused. But things had gone rather smoothly, I produced the papers that Celeste had place in one of my motorcycle's saddlebags, she'd called the original owner of the six horses and he was rather amiable. Considering that Celeste had probably dumped a great deal of money in his lap, or given him something with a value greater than money, he was as cooperative as expected. It felt so good riding that motorcycle; just as good as I had thought it would. I couldn't count how many times I felt my cocks burst with pleasure, only to have the hot rush of fluid never come. I had damned near drained the motorcycle's battery by the time it had gotten dark and I decided to return home. I began to strip out of my clothes on the elevator ride up, my coat, jacket, and motorcycle boots were off before I made it to my apartment, my pants and skirt scarcely remained on for a few moments longer than it took me to get inside and close the door. I sighed happily and flopped down onto an oh so comfortable recliner, I leaned back, ready and eager to tug off the cock covers and let the fun flow, but something caught in my mind and I grinned. "Celeste, do you think you have enough power to grant me another wish?" I asked the empty apartment. "Why yes, I believe I do." My demoness purred from right behind me, her delicately clawed fingers rubbing the tension out of my neck and shoulders. "Great!" I said, laughing triumphantly, "I wish for a cute, young cowgirl here to rein in my rather rebellious heard of bucking broncos here." Celeste nodded and continued to massage my back, "I want her blonde, sexy, a great body, and busty. Oh hells yes busty, lots of tit on her. Think you could go find me a girl like that?" My demoness purred softly, "Oh yeah, I think I can find exactly what you need." "Great!" I said with a laugh as she vanished. I lay back in my chair and eagerly waited for Celeste to return with my evening entertainment. A sudden cold sensation washed over my body, as if I had suddenly been doused with ice water, and then there was the feeling of incredible heat. I cried out as a strange sort of pressure crashed against my body, it felt like it was crushing me, molding me into something else. I stared down at my body, watching it reshape itself. First to go was my body hair; it just seemed to vanish all of a sudden, leaving my skin soft and smooth. I ran my fingers over it, confused, puzzled, not knowing what was happening, just that it felt quite good to have perfect, smooth skin. My hands looked different, and I held them up to my face; the fingers were thinner, the overall shape more streamlined and lithe. I watched as my nails darkened to black growing outward about half an inch. The shape and the polish-like black made me realize what was happening. Celeste had done it again, altered my wish. I was turning into the cute, busty cowgirl that I had wanted to fuck. Strangely the thought didn't bother me in the slightest; it actually seemed kind of cool. I ran my girlish hands up my smooth skinned arms, following the flow of the changes. My well toned, muscular physique began to melt away, leaving my build smaller, but still somewhat athletic, save that the muscle shapes and sized were now of an athletic girl in her mid to late teens rather than a fully grown man. The change flowed up my shoulders, over my neck, up to my face, down my chest. I expect the flesh around my nipplecocks to swell into the large, plentiful breasts I had imagined on the body of my wished for companion for the night, but strangely it did not happen, leaving me flat chested. My hips and butt took on a curvier, rounded appearance. I smiled and rubbed my hands over my cute new butt, rolling over in the recliner to admire it. Or at least I tried to; my legs didn't seem to want to cooperate. They gave off soft pops and cracks, bones reshaping to a larger degree than merely a change of gender. Puzzled by this, I stared at them, my shin bones shortening, my ankles lengthening, muscles seeming to shift and flow to accommodate a gait that was not human. Much as they had on my fingertips, my toenails turned black and grew outward, only this time the growing wasn't just outward, but back along the toe. I watched with fascination as glossy, shiny black engulfed my toes, fusing the inner trio and morphing them into a cloven hoof. My big and little toes migrated up my foot, becoming vestigial dew claws. I stared down at my new feet, reaching down and running my fingertips over the smooth, glossy finish of my hooves. As I did that my ears began to tickle and I reached up to see what was happening to them. Beneath my touch my ears grew, elongating and smoothing out. New muscles appeared on the sides of my head, allowing me to move them. When I had said cowgirl, I had meant the profession, not the humanoid with bovine attributes, but I didn't mind at all. I loved the changes; they were rather interesting, making me even more special and unique in a place where every single sentient being had the exact same anatomy. I rubbed the muscles at the base of my ears, sighing in delight at the sensation. I really wanted to see what I looked like and rose from my chair onto my new hooves, balancing upon them as if I had walked on them my entire life. I clopped my way to the bathroom, giggling like the giddy schoolgirl I somewhat resembled as I felt a tingle at the base of my spine. I looked over my shoulder, smiling at the presence of something else that was new, I had been sitting on my new tail. It was long and thin and hung about to my knees, tipped with a small tuft of the same brown-blonde as the hair atop my head, which had begun to lengthen. Typically I kept my hair short, but now it tickled my shoulders and ran down my back. It was wonderfully soft, and I didn't mind. Now that I was well on my way to being a girl myself it would probably be a good idea to dress and groom myself in the fashions I liked on the girls I seduced. The thought brought a grin to my face, knowing that for the rest of my life I would never be more than a look in the mirror away from being able to see a cute, sexy figure. I swished my tail behind me happily as I walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. The smiling face that peered back at me from the mirror was not my own, but I could see traces of the features I'd had as a man translated into a sexy and cute feminine form. I'd wished for a cute, young cowgirl, and that was exactly what I was becoming. The youthful face before me was on that had barely brushed up against fifteen or sixteen. I giggled again and pursed my lips, blowing my reflection a kiss. I felt weak in the knees suddenly and gripped the edge of the sink for support as my hooves quaked unsteadily beneath me. My belly churned and there was a strange pulling sensation between my legs. Slipping a hand between them I found that in addition to my myriad horse cocks, I now had myself a seventh set of genitals, albeit that of a female this time. I found myself looking forward to experiencing sex from the opposing perspective than I usually found myself partaking in. I lay hunched over the sink and began to explore my new gender, slipping fingers inside, my thumb caressing the small button of my clitoris. It felt somewhat strange to me that I had one; after all, typically that part of the anatomy would become a penis in a male, of which I already had several. But the sensation of stroking it made me moan. Unlike my cocks, my pussy was not in a permanent state of arousal, though it entered arousal easily. Within a few moments I found a torrent of lubrication coating my fingers, as well as my thighs with enough left over to create a puddle on the floor. I hopped up onto the counter, lying on it so I could play with myself and admire my gorgeous, feminine form in the mirror. As my eyes roamed over my soft, youthful, sexy, beautiful body I noticed something else that had appeared without my noticing. I had nipples again; but they weren't where they were supposed to be, and what was stranger was that I had six of them. I had two rows of three, one set above my nipplecocks and the other set below them. I explored them with the hand that wasn't buried in my snatch, tracing over the thick, black nipples. They matched the shade of black I had at the base of my horse dicks, and I rather liked the coloration, they stood out against my tanned skin. I rubbed and caressed them, the flesh around them beginning to grow puffy and swollen. Not only did it seem that I would get breasts after all, but a large number of them. Six gorgeous, beautiful, bountiful breasts; that thought immediately made my six cocks climax again, the magic of the still remaining leather sheaths keeping the sticky mess from being expelled. I wondered how big they would be, though my frame was that of a lithe girl, I was still my original height, tall for a woman, my bovine legs making me a bit taller still. I pictured myself with various sized breasts, wondering which would be the most appropriate. But as I thought of them, the bigger I pictured the breasts, the more excited I got. I soon had six titties large enough to be a handful for me, and I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't let my sexy, unique, perfect body be contained any longer. I left my place on the counter, stepping into my sauna and turning it on. The heat and moisture that soon filled the air rivaled the heat and moisture contained and unleashed within my sexed up flesh. It took all the willpower I had to pull my fingers from my hungry sex, tugging off the protective sleeves two at a time. The sheer intensity of the first pair of dual climaxes made my muscles turn to water; I slumped down onto my side on the sauna's bench as thick, sticky torrents of hot horse cum virtually exploded from my nipplecocks. I really shouldn't have ridden my motorcycle that much. I had no idea how long I would be cumming. I clenched my teeth, fighting through the pleasure and lust, managing to grip two sleeves with each hand, having gotten them all unbuttoned before. With a quick tug, I freed the remaining four cocks, their eruption adding to the delicious, overwhelming, mind-blowing pleasure. I lay on the bench, the air filling with thick, sexy, musky scent as streams of my seed splattered onto the sauna's hot rocks. I closed my eyes, letting my hands explore my body on instinct. I bucked my hips rapidly, thrusting into the air with the four horsecocks between my legs, the heavy balls of my lowest set slapping against my clit and cunny with each thrust, pleasuring me more. My hands were occupied with my breasts and nipples, rubbing, caressing, fondling, stroking, and rubbing my thick cum over them to make them all slick and slippery. They grew bigger and bigger, crowding my chest, pushing against my arms, the soft tit flesh pressing against my nipplecocks and balls. I hugged my six tits tightly, rubbing the two I could best reach, doing my utmost to grant myself the greatest pleasure possible. I sort of zoned out, allowing my lust to drive me, allowing by body to fountain with climactic fluids and milk. Celeste had indeed added that little part of bovinehood. Eventually, long before the climaxes ceased, my body grew weary, and I drifted from a hazy state of lust, to a restful sleep filled with wondrous, orgiastic dreams. -o- The dreams of a never-ending orgy faded as the night went on and my oversexed body finally released all the pent up orgasms it had acquired during the day. There was a sudden, cold sensation on one of my cocks, followed by slight pain, followed by another cold sensation. I opened my eyes, finding myself upon a familiar altar, my arms and legs bound. I looked up to see my demoness standing over me, some sort of metal device in her hand. She smiled down at me and brought it against one of my nipplecocks, the chill of cold metal followed by the slight pain of a ring being clamped down to piercing the tough skin. I murmured softly through the gag in my mouth, something that was always present during the occasional arcane ritual. I wasn't here in the flesh, but merely in spirit. The piercings Celeste gave me, however, would return with me to the material world. I looked up at her questioningly, wondering what was going on. She smiled and me and gave me a loving pat on one of my large, milk filled breasts. "Don't worry; I'm just putting a place for the reins to go." She says with a chuckle. Reins? I didn't recall anything about... oh. The wish; I'd asked for a young cowgirl to help me rein in my bucking broncos. I'd become the young cowgirl and now it seemed that my horses would have reins attached to them. I shivered with delight each time Celeste's little device clicked, permanently embedding a Mythril ring into my body with each use. I've never been one to mix excess amounts of pain with pleasure, but a little bit of it was exciting. My pussy began to drip with arousal; my juices flowing down the small channels carved into the surface of the ancient altar, meant to channel away any fluid that ran across them. I craved a cock, but what I got instead was Celeste's spade-tipped tail. The spade was like soft leather, constructed rather like a stingray, able to wiggle and ripple and bend and fold itself. It rolled into a tubular shape, pushing into my needy sex, clenching and unclenching, trying to open itself within me to give me pleasure. I nodded my thanks to my guardian demon and lay back, allowing her to finish her work. Four silver circles of metal for each of my cocks. The reins themselves came next. Black leather inscribed with silver runes of infernal script. The demon-hide leather could not be cut by any tool the mundane city-state in which I lived could offer; only enchanted steel could part it. She slipped the thin leather strap through the piercings on one of my nipple cocks, then ran it through them again, creating a loop of leather around my shaft. She took four small, silver bells and with a minor incantation bound them to the reins in places that would assure that I would never be able to remove the reins. "You won't be able to wear your cock covers anymore," she explained, "But the reins will do the same thing. You can tie them off in a knot, and they will prevent your shafts from spewing cum each time you climax, and will hold the orgasm off until later, just as your cock covers did. But the spirit of each horse has been awakened within each of your members. They want to mate and spill their seed. If you haven't let them climax for awhile, even if the reins aren't tied, they'll buck and thrust and cum on their own." She repeated the process on the rest of my cocks, binding the mystical reins to them. Once she was done she climbed atop the altar, snuggling up against me. She continued to pleasure me with her tail and began caressing one of my breasts, coaxing the milk out of it. She stroked my cheek with the back of a hand and nuzzled my neck. "Mmm... you're so beautiful, so very, very beautiful." She purred, "You're the prettiest girl I've ever made, I want you so badly, want you to be mine so badly, and you will be mine, in time." Celeste smiled and removed my gag, kissing me softly, gently, affectionately. It wasn't the hungry, lustful kiss that I had known her for. Up until this point in my life, our sexual encounters had been for pleasure, for relief, and for relaxation. But now there was something else, true desire for me as an individual, not merely as the nearest owner of a cock; in her own way she had begun to love me. "Thank you, Celeste," I whispered, leaning into her caress, "Thank you for making me beautiful." My demoness remained there, cuddled up against me. Her soft lips sought out my upper-middle nipple and she began to drink. "They used to think that a third nipple on a person fed demons. I don't know if that's true or not, but the milk in the middle always seems the tastiest to me." She said with a giggle. I longed to hug her against me, to run my fingers through her navy blue hair, but my bonds kept me from moving. She fell asleep, curled up against me until I was pulled into wakefulness. -o- I opened my eyes, finding myself on the floor of the sauna, the automatic timer having shut it off sometime during the night. I blinked my eyes, yawned, and stretched. I'd been cleaned up over night, the thick scale of dried seed that I'd expected was nowhere upon more body, nor the room around me. However the thick, musky scent of sex still lingered in the air. I groaned softly, my breasts feeling achy. Looking down they were half again the size they had been when I went to sleep. They were filled quite heavily with milk and moving around made the fluid within them slosh around. Each step I took made my tits shake and quiver, which rubbed against my nipplecocks and balls. As a result I was panting and horny before I'd even got to the door. I opened the sauna door only to find myself face to cockhead with the Overdraft's enormous shaft. I only had time to let out a small, startled 'Eep!' before my body was doused in cum; my seven sexes erupted in sympathetic climax. My tits seemed to get in on the action too, spilling as much of their milky load as they could. I was left gasping in a virtual lake of sweet, tasty centaur seed. My breasts no longer ached, though they were still bigger than usual, and I could swear that my nipples had elongated a bit overnight. They weren't quite teats, but they were longer and thicker than normal nipples ought to be. I rose to my hooves each step squelching loudly as I trod upon several inches of cum that had pooled on the floor as I made my way to the shower. As I waited for the water to heat I toyed with the rings and reins on my nipplecocks, making the tiny bells jingle. I stepped into the shower, letting the hot jets blast the thick coating of centaur cum from my body. I smiled as I discovered that Celeste had replaced my usual shampoo with several bottles of shampoo and conditioner, more suited for a long and luxurious mane of hair like a pretty girl ought to have. I would take care of my cute, girlish body; I would make absolutely sure that I did my best to look as sexy as possible. After two shampooings to wash the last of the seed from my hair, I applied the first of the special shampoos, meant to make my hair thick and shiny. I giggled as I applied it to my tail tuft, figuring that I might make sure it was pretty as well. I left the shampoo to sink in and poured liquid soap onto my hands, washing my beautiful, bountiful breasts. I hadn't wished to be transformed into a girl, especially not one with six huge, milk filled hooters, hooves, a tail, and if the slight tightness I felt in the skin at my temples was any indication, I'd also have horns eventually. This hadn't been exactly what I had wished for, but upon living it, experiencing it, I couldn't possibly fathom going back to my boring male body. I felt incredible, my perfect, smooth skin, my soft, thick hair, my picture perfect, heart shaped rump, the way I instinctively swayed as I walked, the delicious weight of my plump breasts, the way they rubbed against my nipplecocks. The cold water of the shower brought me back to myself. I had allowed my mind to wander and I'd dropped to my knees and started masturbating. I had no idea how long I'd been like that, rubbing and caressing my gorgeous body beneath the shower's spray. I turned it off and stepped out of the shower, blushing, rather embarrassed about my lack of control. My nipplecocks began to twitch, almost like a muscle spasm. I grabbed the leather straps and tugged, crying out as pleasure shot through my body, the cocks erupting with climax. But instead of the usual torrents of seed, what came out was a mere trickle; enough to clean up with a few tissues. I thought of putting my bathrobe on, but I didn't think I would need it anymore. Between my breasts and cocks, it would never be able to close. My hooves clopped on the tiled floor as I made my way into the bedroom. Celeste had apparently had time between her transformation of my body and applying my piercings to replace all my clothes. I slipped on a pair of silk-looking shorts that were cut to fit me perfectly, fitting snugly around my eight balls with openings for each of my shafts. It was delicate work with the piercings and reins, but I got the hang of it. I slipped a pair of socks over my hooves and looked over the footwear I had provided. I moaned softly at the sight of a pair of black platform heeled latex boots, designed perfectly to fit my cloven hooves. I slipped them on and zipped them up, tightening the straps at the bottom and top of the boot so that my legs would get the proper support. I added a pair of tube tops to complete the outfit. Everything clung to me so tightly. I could see the curve of my balls and the shape of my nipples through the silken garments. They fit me perfectly, yet they were cut in a way that didn't hamper my movement at all. I took a moment to admire myself in the mirror before I put on my make up. I let out a cute little moan as all my horse cocks began to buck, apparently driven to lust by either the sight of myself, or my own reaction of arousal at my reflection. Though I wasn't at all familiar with makeup, I did seem to have an instinct of what to use. I applied every bit of it expertly, and by the time I was finished and started brushing my hair, I was biting my lip to prevent myself from getting aroused and darkening the crotch of my shorts with feminine need. "You look good enough to eat." Celeste purred appreciatively from behind me. She took the hairbrush from me and began to brush my long locks herself. Once everything was nice and straight she began to braid it. I blinked a few times when she mentioned eating, the last meal I'd had was breakfast the previous morning, but I didn't feel particularly hungry, nor had I needed to go to the bathroom. "Celeste, why don't I feel hungry?" I asked my guardian demon. She smiled and continued braiding my hair, "You won't need to eat for awhile. You essentially have stores of energy saved up to power your body. I had to do something with the rest of the six stallions." "Is that why I don't feel thirsty even though I spew out gallons of fluids and milk?" She shook her head, "No, that's just magic." She said, tying my braid with a black ribbon. She peered at my reflection and smiled, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "You look perfect." She purred, "A cute, sexy, slutty girl. You'll make a great impression on your client." A sweet thrill shot through my body when Celeste called me a slut. She always knows the right things to say to make me all hot and bothered. "Client?" I asked, reluctantly tearing my gaze away from our image in the mirror. Celeste nodded, "Yup, you first breeder. She has a mare she wants..." she reached down and gripped the reins of my lower middle cock, "Bred with this one." I moaned softly at the thought of my cock in the clutches of a tight, heat stricken, lustful mare pussy. I couldn't help it. Thankfully the dark silk of my shorts hid the wetness better than I thought, but I had to tie the reins on my cocks to stop them from bucking. As Celeste gave me directions to my client's ranch, I wiped myself down, removing stray bits of precum and seed. "You client owns the Carriage Cab Company and she's sent one along to bring you in and take you home, which is good, since after all that masturbating you did with your motorcycle last night, it's still charging." I blushed, instinctively picking up the black leather purse that was one the table as I made my way out the door. I was so excited, looking forward to my first day as a horse breeder; a literal horse breeder. -o- My body was covered in sweat, milk, and seed. I stank of sex, hay, and horse. It had felt so good, filling that sweet mare pussy; flesh designed to take my horse cocks and grip them perfectly, expertly milking me to climax. I couldn't help myself; I'd needed to have more. After the first climax I'd tried to ram my upper-middle cock into the mare's rump, but the action apparently frightened her and she bolted, leaving me standing on a step stool, my body burning with need. I hadn't seen my employer, only the ranch manager, an older gentlemen who clearly didn't approve of the way I was dressed. No big deal, it's not like I wanted to fuck him anyway. What I wanted was another horse, or some sexy bimbo that I could cover in cum. I'd torn off my clothes and tossed them aside, allowing me to paw and lick frantically at my breasts and cocks. "C-Celeste," I moaned, "I wish there was a hot girl here to help me. I want her to be horny as hell, and I don't want to be the girl I'm wishing for!" There was a soft laugh and I felt a burning sensation over my body. Celeste had turned my wish upon me one more time. I arched my back and thrust into the air as each part of me climaxed at once. I opened my mouth and cried out, my long, forked tongue slithering over new fangs, curling around a teat-like nipple. My nipples had grown once again, larger and thicker, on my basketball sized breasts, they were the size of small teacups, the areolae the size of saucers. My furry, bovine ears tickled strangely as they moved back on my head a few inches, allowing for a second pair to sprout. I ran a hand over one of them, finding them to be large, tapered, and pointed; some would call them elven, but I'd seen the shape for years on the head of my demoness, for that was what they were; the ears of a demon. The tiny nubs upon my forehead that had not even grown to the point were they broke skin suddenly erupted, growing thick and curved. They split, a part of the mass becoming circular and rounded, growing outward from my head, curling into formidable horns, becoming points. The other portion was strange, shaped like a quarter circle with one rounded edge and two straight. Those horns grew back along the curved of my head, moving slightly outward so that they could spiral. They mimicked one of the classic demonic looks; ram's horns. Sweet, sweet fire filled my body, boiling my blood, seeming to cook me from within. It felt so good, so very wondrous as my skin turned bright, blood red. My horns, my hooves, my skin, I was damned near a demoness myself now. Once my spirit and my mortal flesh parted ways, I would be such a wondrous creature. But until I died, I would be mortal, and I would cling to that mortality for as long as I could. I adored the material plane, and wished to remain here and partake in its delights for centuries yet to come. My wish was to be a cute, young cowgirl, or at least that was what the result had been. I would not age, remaining perpetually youthful. I bared my fangs and hissed and tore at the ground with my clawed fingertips. My tail lashed from side to side in my frustration, growing longer, growing thicker, the soft tufted tip losing hair, instead the flesh forming a spade-shaped hood. I opened a second set of eyes, small, tiny ones that were not much good for seeing anything other than movement. But the venomous viper that my tail had become could see heat, and it could taste and scent the air far better than I could. I took it in my hands and stroked it, giggling happily as my two mouths met in a playful kiss, forked tongues entwining. The serpent was me, and yet it was not. I could control it, but it had its own set of instincts that it would follow. I continued to kiss my sexy, snaky tail, stroking its soft, smooth scales with my hands. This wasn't what I had wanted, it was most definitely NOT what I had wanted, but as I stood, licking my beautiful black lips, I couldn't help but love it. My hair had turned the same deep navy shade as Celeste's and through the eyes of my tail I could see that my own eyes had lost their whites, becoming a deep black, while my irises flickered with flaming shades of orange, red, and yellow. My bovine ears twitched, hearing a sound behind me. I turned to see a gorgeous woman dressed in riding attire. Her hair was like burnished gold, her skin like porcelain, and her ears bore the slight point of elven heritage. Her blood may have been a generation back, but she was human enough to enter this realm without trepidation, and she still sported a fey bloodline, preventing her eyes from being clouded as she saw me. My serpent tasted the air, and it could tell that she had been there for quite some time, long enough to see me change. It also scented something else on the air; her lust. The elf-blood looked at me with wide, emerald eyes, their exotic slant likely to be confused for Asian in this blindfolded world. My own eyes roamed over her body, the perfect mix of elven and human beauty. She sported a lithe, athletic build, but whereas elves were typically built like gymnasts, she was tall for even a human woman and sported gorgeous curves that made my clawed hands ache with the need to explore them. I growled softly, the powerful muscles in my legs tightening as I crouched. I leapt over the fence separating us with inhuman grace and agility. I was on the ground before she knew it, rushing at her. She turned to run, but that merely excited my predatory instincts. My hooves and back-bent legs were suited far better to running than the unwieldy things humans have. I caught her as she tried to duck into a barn, tackling her into a pile of hay. My serpent lashed out, sinking its fangs into her thigh, she cried out at first with pain, then with a lustful moan as my serpent's venom went to work, forcing upon her incredible need and arousal. The crotch of her riding slacks immediately became doused with moisture from her desire, my claws making short work of it, striping her bare save for her boots, gloves, and helmet in no time. My long, forked tongue slithered out from between my lips, caressing her cheek and neck as I took her bare breasts in my hands, my claw tips lightly piercing her soft, creamy skin. My serpent could smell her need, her lust; she looked back at me with a mix of fear and desire in her eyes. I pressed my middle horsecocks up against her, not yet trying to penetrate her, but merely to tease, to inform her of what was to come. I could feel her wetness and heat upon my members, the stallion spirits within them eager to fill her. "Beg." I growled softly, my eyes flaring with light for a moment, "Beg for what you desire, slut. Freedom or fucking, ask your mistress for what it is you desire." Her eyes filled with tears and the shuddered. Her body craved sex, but her mind told her to flee from the terrible demoness before her. She struggled as best she could in my grip, only succeeding in rubbing her nipples against my hands, and her aching pussy against my prick. "It... it'll tear me up..." she whispered softly. "Will they?" I purred, pressing the blunt, trumpet-shaped head of my lower horsecock into her. She cried out with pain and pleasure, her cries becoming soft whimpers as I removed it. "Oh it hurts, it hurts... but I... I need it. I need it inside of me." She said as tears rolled down her cheeks. "Say it then, wish for your mistress to fill your pussy and your ass with her cocks." I said, nibbling on her neck with my fangs. "M-mistress," she whispered, "I wish for you to fill me with your cocks." With a delighted chuckle I pulled away from her, drawing out a frustrated yowl from the elf-blood. She rolled over onto her back and looked up at me with confused, hurt eyes. I reached down and caressed her cheek, my lips meeting her own in a delicious kiss. I pulled her into my lap, lining up my middle shafts, forcing them both into her with a soft grunt of effort. She howled as if her insides were being torn apart, but I knew that they wouldn't. Though sex with a well hung demon will hurt like the fires of hell, it won't actually leave any marks or wounds. An incubus takes his victim and leaves no evidence of his dalliance; I could be twice as big as I was and I would still be able to fit into her with ease. I broke our kiss leaving her mouth wide open and her tongue questing for my own. I gripped her by the hair and shoved one of my nipplecocks into her mouth. The Gift of the Cubi worked for oral as well, my fist-thick cock pushing into her mouth and throat with ease. She ought to gag and choke, unable to breathe, but once more my demonic gifts allowed for comparative comfort as she took every inch of my length into her. I chuckled, stroking her hair like I would that of a favorite pet with one hand, my other toying her one breast. My serpent slithered up and sunk its fangs into a nipple, making her whimper softly. As my venom pumped into her once more it was obvious that this was venom of a different sort. Immediately her breasts began to swell with milk, which my serpent began to greedily suck down. Her nipples grew as well, becoming thick, red, puffy, and as needful as her pussy. Until the venom wore off her body would demand to be milked. Until then she'd look like a specialty stripper or a porn star. But like my own bountiful breasts, her own would be all-natural. I coaxed her hands down to my side cocks and commanded her to stroke, which she did enthusiastically. I ceased petting her and jerked off my other nipplecock instead, turning around and flopping down onto the hay, the cute rancher virtually impaled upon my body. I lost track of my climaxes, filling her three ways with my hot, devilish essence. I took great delight in coating her body with it. It seemed to spur her on, infusing her with new energy each time I slathered thick handfuls of cum over her bare skin. Eventually my serpent drank its fill of milk, and with nothing better to do, I put it to use to pleasure my pussy. I eagerly drank in all the pleasure my body had to offer, and longed for more. The only thing that would make this more perfect would be the presence of an additional girl to fill with a trio of cocks and a sexy stallion to pound my own pussy with his equine rod. But I knew better now, I wouldn't be asking Celeste for wishes to fulfill spur of the moment desires anymore. I would have to think them out beforehand and phrase them carefully so that she couldn't turn them into an excuse to transform me again. The thought of having my body altered even further was something that filled me with warmth, made me ache with longing for it. I wanted to feel the fires of transformation flow over my cherry red skin once more. But it was a lust I would not give into. My body was perfect now; male and female aspects entwined with the best of human, bovine, equine, and demon. I knew that I would adore any wish that would alter me in the future, but the mental alterations of the three wishes I'd made so far told me that I was perfect now; no room for improvement. I fucked the rancher until her muscles gave out, unable to clench at my cocks or stroke my shafts. I gently coaxed my trio of lengths from her. I grinned; proud of the effects I'd had on her body. Her breasts had swollen up to the size of beach balls, her puffy nipples aching to have the milk within them released. She also looked nearly nine months pregnant as I had made her belly bloat with huge amount of horse seed. I picked her up, carrying her back to the main house. She wrapped her arms around my neck and buried her face in the soft flesh of one of my tits. "Stay." She managed to squeak out, "Please stay with me." -o- She looked up at me with a strange look in her eyes. To this day I cannot tell you what emotion it is. It is love, it is lust, it is fear, it is respect, shame, sorrow, levity, content, desire, and a dozen more things all rolled into one. It is what a natural born plaything feels when she looks upon her owner after she has been well-used. My lover had kept her true self chained and locked away, buried deep within her, never allowing it to see the light of day. Society tells us that we are to keep our sexual interludes small, quiet, and private; women especially. A man with many lovers is considered a stud, someone to be envied. A female with many lovers is called a whore; she is looked down upon, loathed, hated, and pitied. As I learned that night as I soaked with her in her hot tub, scrubbing her clean of my seed as she could scarcely lift her arms, her name was Gwendolyn, and she had been raised in Old Aerth. She had wed an adventurous man who had left the magic-dead comfort of the CTA to discover what was beyond. He returned with gold, gems, and his new wife, purchasing the ranch with the treasure. An automobile accident had taken him away several years prior, and my poor elf was a lonely girl who craved the exotic, but who had never allowed herself to give into temptation before. Warm tears fell onto my breast as she explained how she had always desired the love of beasts, longed to feel the cock of the equine she rid within her, would become dripping wet at the thought of being violated by a dragon. But she could never bring herself to do it, for fear of discovery. But with me no one would know, no one in her social circle could see beyond the mundane. If they happened to stumble across us making lover, they would see a woman and what they would assume to be a man, well hung, but average of features and somewhat androgynous. They would see what they wanted to see, rather than what was. I was perfect for her, my lover tearfully confessed to me. She would do anything I asked, as long as I slaked the lusts of her perverted soul. She was so sweet, tender, innocent, and vulnerable, even if I didn't have the beginnings of love for her blossoming within my heart, I would still have taken her as I did, for the sex if nothing more. Even though the pleasure I'd felt while using her was incredible, I adored her for other reasons. She could see my perfect body for what it was, and she shared my opinion of its perfection. She loved to look upon me, her eyes lingering on a particular feature of my body, licking her lips as she devised the next wonderful, amorous thing that we would next take part in. Though there was a great deal of sex, there was also an equally great amount of time spent engaged in other things. I told her of my exploration of the Fused Earth, of the wonders that I had found left over from both worlds as well as the unique aspects that the merge had allowed. She told me of elven histories, folklore, and fairy tales. She read to me from the many books she gathered. But what I loved the most was when we'd sit on the couch and she'd snuggle up with me, and we'd watch television, or a movie; something so simple that I had never really taken the time to enjoy before. I had taken my lovers in my life, but until Gwen I had never had what you would consider a real relationship. Though she was my pet, she was such of her own will; she was the first mortal woman that I had ever looked upon as my equal. Our equality, however, did not prevent me from sleeping around. I would always need more than one woman, and my lover agreed with me. My unique body could never be satisfied by a single person, though Gwen came closest to doing so. Truthfully the fact that I bedded other women, and the occasional man, excited my lover even more. When her body grew tired from our lovemaking she would find great joy in watching me perform with whatever partner I could find. She would join in from time to time when her strength returned. She would sit nearby and bring herself to climax each time I mated one of her mares, or used one of her stallions to please myself. After months of practice riding my shafts, my lover's body had permanently adapted to taking something of my size without discomfort. She cried tears of joy the first time I coaxed one of her stallions into mating her, the presence of one of my own cocks in her throat muffling her cries of pleasure. And so my life went, filled with wonder until a year and a day had passed since my arrival in the CTA. Such a span of time is tied deeply into magic, and with my presence in the magic-sealed land, I had helped to weaken the barriers, allowing a few creatures of magic to slip in and move about with ease. But what was to come would eventually blow the area wide open. With what was to come, we could harvest the grand stores of divine magic in the area, make the CTA our own. It was the goal that I had been sent to achieve. I just wish they would have explained to me what they had in mind beforehand. -o- After my demonic transformation my dreams slowly ceased becoming the ramblings of my subconscious mind and had taken on aspects of demonic purpose. During the day I worked to spread the influence of the demonic, while at night I practiced to hone my craft as I would one day become a full fledged demon of Hell. In life my current project had been a rather fearsome; a ruthless business woman whose mysandry had been widely known. Her torment was to suffer being filled with my horse cocks every night, finding herself craving them more and more. I had altered her to suit my needs, thick tentacles grew from her back, each tipped with a lush lipped mouth and containing an eager tongue within. Even when she tried to resist suckling upon me her new appendages did so with instinctual glee. Her arms were bound in a sleeve behind her and her legs were similarly bound to the knee, allowing me access to her sex if I so wished. I wasn't to that point yet, I'd told her that I would only fill her pussy when she begged me to. With her once more refusing to willingly suckle upon the feast of horseflesh before her, I'd gagged her and enjoyed the ministrations of her mouth-tentacles. She'd been whimpering softly all the while as her dozen mouths hungrily partook of my milk and seed, but suddenly she'd begun to scream as best she could. The noise pulled me out of my lustful daze in time to see Celeste approaching, a smile upon her face. I returned the grin and shooed away the tentacles as I stood to great my guide and guardian. Her soft feathered wings curled around me as we hugged, our lips meeting in a lustful kiss. In the past year we had met often many times during my waking and sleeping hours to engage in the sweet bliss that our demonic forms could provide. Even though she had altered me against my will, I still adored her for it. She was kin now, a strange mix of mother and sister. She had granted me demonhood, transforming my body and spirit into something more than the mortal man I'd been before. I bore the shape and coloration of her order, marking me as a special sort of succubus. I had figured out how she had gotten around my desires. I had said that I did not want to be the girl I wished for, but with the presence of so many cocks one could easily see that I was not a girl; or at least not fully a girl. We broke our embrace and I turned to my pet, who lay upon her back nearby, looking on in wide eyed horror and the twelve inch cock and grapefruit sized balls between her legs, which her curious tentacle-mouths were already exploring. My demoness shrugged, "I figured that it would be a cruel, yet pleasurable act to perform upon her; now even with you gone she cannot escape the embodiment of her hatred for the masculine gender." I chuckled, "A very good idea. I wish I'd thought of it." Celesta caressed my back as she stood beside me, "We need you for a ritual, my dear." She purred, turning to tease the inside of my bovine ear with her forked tongue, making me giggle. "Mmm... it's been so long since I've taken part in a ritual. What is it?" I asked, curious. "The big one," Celeste said with a fanged grin, "The ritual that will break down the barrier between our realm and the material plane. There has been enough of our activity there to allow us to send a powerful beast of Hell through; though we need to perform a rather strange summoning to bring it about." I nodded, "Good. I've been waiting for some help. The hidden stables are getting a touch full, after all." Celeste merely smiled and placed her hands upon my temples, sending my spirit back to my slumbering body. -o- I regained consciousness, or what passed for it in my dreaming state, to a cold pinch and a feeling of pain. I felt the familiar bindings upon my arms and legs, the gag in my mouth, and the stone altar beneath me. Now fully aware, I recognized the sensation; piercings. Aside from the four Celeste had done in each of my cocks, I'd had a few more done on my own, placing a few rings and studs in a variety of places. I'd been so busy I hadn't gotten anything done recently. I'd forgotten how much my demonic flesh adored the sensation. To a trained succubus pain could be made into a form of pleasure, and in my first few months Celeste had been very hands on in my education of the arts and abilities of my new race. I moaned with delight at every metallic pinch upon my sides. I didn't need to see the piercing to know what was taking place. I'd seen this practice put into place. Corset piercings; twin rows of rings on either side of the body through which laces or ribbons were wound. For most it was a temporary process, but with a devilish immunity to disease and infection, the rings could remain in my flesh for all eternity if I so desired. The altar was well-covered in my sexual juices before they had finished, making the stone slick in places, sticky in others. Black ribbons were wound through the rings, though they were not tied off. Instead I was lifted into the air, left to dangle from the cuffs upon my wrists and ankles. I wondered what sort of kinky deviltry that would be performed upon me when that unforgettable scent hit me. Part sulfur, part burning grease, with a hint of wet dog, that smell only meant one thing. Cerberus, or at least one of them. The grandest of all breeds of hellhound, I could hear the large claws of the three headed canine as he was lead forward upon a leash. I tilted my head back to allow me to see the creature. I shuddered at the sight of the red skinned beast, his sides sporting similar piercings to mine. My eyes widened as I knew what was going to happen. Cerberuses were used to guard the exit and entry points into Hell. They were filled with such powerful, otherworldly energies that you needed a rather powerful portal spell to summon one, making it obey you was a different matter entirely. Over time the creatures and the gates had become intertwined in myth, so wherever a Cerberus was located for a long period of time, such would become a passageway to Hell. I was still mortal, and thus belonged upon the material plane. By binding the hellhound to me, it would be considered a part of me despite its immortal, hellish nature. I was torn between two extremes; my perfect body was about to be altered, bringing it away from perfection, but it was also going to be altered, I would once more feel the familiar warm, wonderful warping of my flesh as it took on a new shape. I couldn't decide if I ought to laugh or cry; instead I settled for moaning like a bitch in heat and showering myself with thick, hot horse cum. The beast lapped at the droplets as he was lead beneath me. I raised my head as Cerberus' handlers positioned him properly. While this Cerberus was still more massive than any mortal animal, he was still, thankfully, not the biggest example of caninehood that I had ever seen. This one had been chosen for his similarity in size to me. I realized as Celeste tied the end of Cerberus' ribbons to my own that the merger was going to be a bit... strange. Our flesh would unite with us in back to back position. The thought of having three heads flanking my own, or my upper body atop his shoulders, behind the three fearsome heads had come to mind. But this was a true oddity, a strange, unnatural deviation in form. The mere thought of it excited me like nothing I had thought possible. The ritualists began to lower me, my back meeting that of the hellhound. Despite my hellish blood, he was warmer still. My demoness stepped around me, tying the ribbons upon the other side. She grinned and licked my cheek with her forked tongue, "Ready?" she asked with a lustful gleam in her eye. I couldn't nod my head fast enough. I gleefully and hungrily abandoned my perceived perfect for the unnatural, the unholy, the bestial and deviant. My lust easily overpowered my vanity as I leaned back, rubbing the back of my head against the central head of my new canine companion. Cerberus tilted his other heads up and playfully licked and nibbled on my ears. I could see why they were using such a valuable creature for this project, even though hellhounds are meant to be friendly to those with demonic blood, this one seemed a little too easygoing for guard duty. His serpent-tail curled around my own, the tail's forked tongue licking the hood of my own tail-serpent. I giggled through my gag at the tickling tongue, but then Celeste gave the ribbons a hard yank, drawing them tight. My muscles turned to water as the wonderful burning I had felt a year before enveloped me once again. I had missed its warm caress, but I could not give up my beauty to satisfy my cravings. Not until now. Our tails were the first to unite. The serpents were forced to uncoil as the flesh and bone fused, creating a single, sinuous tube of serpent. For half the length it became back-scales, the two patterns of the different serpents intertwining to create a new beauty. Halfway along the length, our tail ceased their fission, retaining their individuality. The small scales giving way to underbelly scutes. I could now see through three sets of eyes, but the second serpent was not mine to control or command. It was merely a part of my body, but it belonged entirely to Cerberus. I wished with all my heart that I could see the flesh of our backs merge, but even bending and twisting our tail, I could not get much of a view. Our hips and shoulders were in the way, and where those were not, rings and ribbons obscured the view. But I felt it, oh yes, I felt it. Flesh flowing to the side like liquid to allow for bone to grate upon bone with a sound that set my teeth on edge. Our spines joined, and the sensations of the beast's body opened fully to me. The four rows of rings, the two on my sides and the two on his, were now three, the ribbons winding between them in a pair of zigzag pattern. Cerberus huffed and panted as I moaned into my gag. I felt my blood boil, my flesh burn, my bones consumed by inner fire. I had been transformed into a demon, but a succubus was not a creature of physical strength or durability. As the hellhound's blood flowed through our united veins, it seared away all weakness, consuming my lack of might and replacing it with his own beautiful power. I felt renewed, like all my life had been carried out with the aches and fatigues of a grueling, torturous, all day marathon of exercise where I took every muscle in my body to near its breaking point and now I had finally had that hurting weakness washed away. Cerberus' skin crept over mine, covering my arms, legs, shoulders, and sides with his strong, yet somehow still soft and smooth scales. I arched my back, or tried to, as I could not pull Cerberus weight upwards as my horse cocks erupted once more in climax as the heat surged through them. Even throughout my demonic transformation my six horse cocks had retained their dappled pink and black coloration; but as hot seed surged forth from me that changed. What hung between my legs and lay nestled between my breasts was now pure black. My piercings moved back along the length, the trumpet-shaped cockheads swelling, coming to conical points, like a dog's cock. Near the base of each shaft thick knots began to swell, my piercings and reins attached just behind them. I couldn't wait to run my hands over them, couldn't wait to shove them into Gwendolyn's eagerly awaiting pussy, ass, and mouth. The thought of my beloved pet made me climax all the harder. The middle row of rings had vanished now, the ribbons longer than they had originally been, but Celeste drew them still tighter. I could see through Cerberus' eyes now, I could feel every part of his body, experience the world through his vibrant senses, his senses of scent and sound superior to my own. The canine's blood had transformed me, burning away my weakness and replacing it with his strength, granting me a few of his characteristics. Now the process was going the other way, the beast was gaining a portion of my own attributes. The creature growled softly as his three proud cocks grew, the balls swelling to match the equine size of my own. As the four eyes of our serpents watched the squat canine lengths elongated, the ends swelling into heads, the tapering length growing thick and fat, a medial ring appearing in the middle. In a few moments they were just as my own six were; a perfect, beautiful fusion of horse and dog. Next came the tits, six of them, arranged in rows of three, mirroring my own. Cerberus bucked his hips, thrusting with his enlarged cocks as his new breasts swelled, growing as large and heavy as my own, equally as filled with milk. Thankfully he was a large dog, even with the elongated near-teats they still cleared the floor. A second pair of ears, long and slender like my bovine ears, grew in on each of his heads behind the original pair. Joining them were equally bovine horns. The center one even gained my ram-like spirals, the horns too large for each head to have and retain any sense of comfort while looking forward at the same time. Finally Celeste tied knots in the ribbons at the top of our piercings, symbolizing that were would be forever bound together as one flesh. With an additional three throbbing cocks in addition to my typical load, I felt much as I had on the day I became a demon; horny as hell. Cerberus tried to move away, but my restraints held the two of us atop the altar. Celeste smiled and quickly removed them all, allowing Cerberus to leap off the altar, pouncing a nearby acolyte who had likely provided some of the spell casting power for the ceremony. My beast didn't care. His strength overcame that of her robes as he thrust against her, tearing through the black fabric to penetrate the demoness' sex. I lifted my head up and raised a brow at Celeste, whose face darkened in a blush. Well... that explained why he was so friendly. -o- It turned out that unlike my own members, Cerberus's were not in a state of permanent arousal. Though it took quite some time before he grew tired of fucking the lesser demoness we had captured. The moment my dog pulled out of our fucktoy, Celeste latched a leash to his central collar. "Just a few final touches to complete the look; new collars for him and a few more piercings for you." I smiled at the thought, crossing my hands behind my head as Cerberus did the walking. "He's been prepared for this. When you want to walk on your own, you tell him to stand, ok? Just don't do it right now, we'll get the leash all tangled up." My demoness said with a chuckle. I nodded and let Celeste lead the way. I shivered with delight as I realized that my demoness was essentially leading me around with a collar around my neck. I had been wrong before, what I had experienced the past year had not been perfection. Fused with one of the greatest beasts Hell had to offer, feeling not six, but twelve titties bounce and sway with every step, experiencing life through senses provided by six heads, and enjoying the delicious lack of control that a second consciousness offered, the joy and pride I felt told me that the form I had now truly was perfection. Cerberus followed obediently at Celeste's heel, my demoness leading us away from the altar into a smaller, more private room. Cerberus hopped up onto the bed and laid down, his six tits smooshing together, sending sparks of pleasure through our body as our weigh pressed them together. Celeste patted him on the head as she once again took out her mystical piercing kit. She also pulled a trio of collars out of a belt pouch, as well as some leather straps. She hummed happily to herself as she replaced the beasts' collars with the new ones. My demoness than took the piercing device in her hand, placing into it a huge, thick ring. My eyes widened at the sight of it, and before I knew what she was doing, the padlock shackle thick ring had pierced my upper-middle nipple. I couldn't help it, I climaxed HARD. The jets of horse-cum splattered against the ceiling. "Wh... what?" was all I managed to stammer out before Celeste repeated the process with my lower middle nipple. Every time I opened my mouth to speak, Celeste derailed my train of thought with another piercing. Once she was through with my tits, she had Cerberus roll over and added a few piercings to the beast's breasts as well, though smaller than my own. Our body was fully aroused once again and Celeste laughed and gave Cerberus's cocks a playful stroke before having him roll back over. I panted from the sheer power of those pain-induced climaxes. But my question was answered as Celeste used those leather straps to bind Cerberus's collars to my nipples. The head on my right side was bound to my right side breasts with a Y-shaped strap of leather that looped around the inside of the ring and merged with itself somehow, leaving smooth, seamless leather attached to a smooth, seamless ring. She repeated the same action for the left head. The center, however, was attached differently. Two straps linked the middle head to my upper middle nipple; another strap bound the rings in my top and bottom nipples together. Celeste grinned as realization dawned, "When you want to steer Cerberus when he walks, just tug on the leashes in the direction you want him to go. I think you'll rather enjoy taking him for walks." I reached up and gripped Celeste's shoulder, pulling my demoness down to me so that I could thank her properly with a lustful kiss. "Oh Celeste, thank you so much!" I choked out, tears in my eyes at the beautiful gift she had given me. "Oh you are quite welcome, my pet, but I do believe that it's about time for you to go." I cried out as my entire fused flesh seemed to erupt with sweet orgasm upon being called Celeste's pet. I cursed as I felt the all too familiar sensation of being yanked back into the material world as I awoke. -o- It's been several months since that wonderful day, and the wonder and joy that I've woken up to every day of my life since arriving here still has not lost its charm. Perhaps I was a bit obfuscating in the beginning, but I think my tale has explained itself. This morning I awoke in the bed Cerberus and I share with our beloved Gwendolyn. Upon seeing the beast fused to me she was immediately delighted, able to slake her hunger for sex of a bestial sort even further. I hadn't even woken up before she had virtually impaled herself upon Cerberus shafts, snuggled into the canine's breasts, much as she had done with me. I've never felt jealous; Cerberus is a part of me, after all, even though he is under his own control. I feel all that he feels, so she makes love to us both. I awoke to the soft tingling of the bells on the overdraft's tack and harness as he dosed me in his hot, beautiful seed as he does every morning. Of course Cerberus once more rolled us atop Gwen, so that I took the brunt of the hot, sticky blast, while the canine and elven lovers remained mostly cum-free. Cerberus's serpent tail snaked down, caressing Gwen's rounded belly. Her enlarged tummy bore the red-orange glowing sigils indicating demonic property, in this case informing everyone that the spawn of Cerberus grew within her. Of that I was perhaps a little jealous, but not that much. My seed was not compatible with most women, after all. But the farm had grown quite wealthy on the stud services I offered. The black coated, orange eyed foals that resulted helped to spread the magic just a little bit further. I lay in bed, basking in the sensation of pleasure as Cerberus climaxes, making Gwen cry out with delight as she's flooded with hellish canine seed once more. As the pregnancy has developed, she has steadily craved sex more and more. I suppose it only makes sense, considering that now she's horny for two. After letting the proud parents to be cuddle for a few moments, I turn and step off the bed, walking to the shower to freshen myself up before I tend to my morning duties here at the farm. It's become a rather busy place recently. The plan has worked quite well, with Cerberus here; the farm has managed to gain a small portal to the lower planes and we've managed to get a few lesser demon visitors. While the citizens are still blind to the workings of magic, spells can be worked here now, allowing for a lot of... fun happenings. I switch to all fours, letting Cerberus walk to one of the new barns. I can't help it, I love lying back and relaxing, rubbing my breasts and tugging on the leashes, pleasuring myself while I get to my destination. Once we arrive I order Cerberus to stand. I slide open the door and smile, looking at the hallway before me, each of the new cows having their own small stable/room to themselves. My serpent tail picks up a bucket by gripping the handle with its mouth as I step towards the first one. I unlock the door and step in, Cerberus draws in a deep breath, allowing me to fully experience the scents of arousal, sex, and milk upon the air. The cow pulls her lips from around her shaft and looks up at me with a smile, "Good morning, Mistress." She says shyly. I chuckle and pet her before coaxing her onto all fours over the bucket. She makes such a cute cow, even if technically speaking, she isn't a she. She takes one of my cocks inside her ass like a pro as I give her a well-deserved reward for being such a good milk cow, allowing her large, udder-breasts to fill with milk so that she can be profitably milked every morning. I alternate hands, one tugging at a think teat-nipple, the other stroking her plentiful bovine shaft. I had never thought up until recently that the farming life could agree with me. But as more and more demons arrive and start making pets and playthings for themselves, we need to do something with the ones they grow bored with. I look forward to seeing the new arrivals, the creativity of my associates, sculpting the flesh of humans into something more interesting, more pleasing. The portal has grown large enough to bring a fiend-blooded Alicorn through, and I can only imagine what strange wonders she will create during her time here. I am no longer unique in this realm, no longer the sole bringing of dark magics into the hollow void of rich, divine energies. Others have arrived and are doing their best to transform the CTA into a sort of Hell on earth. Only this is going to be a rather strange sort of Hell, as Celeste and I have captured this prize for our fellows, it has been given to the Ordo Altaris to shape. As the cow cries out in climax, I find myself pulled right along, though I still have the presence of mind to place the bucket where it will allow the thick, rich bovine seed to mix in with the milk. It is what fills my mind now, fantasies of alteration, of taking mundane mortals and reforming them to be creatures of interesting and unique beauty. I cannot help it, it is what I was destined to become when Celeste transformed me into one of her own kind. You see, my guardian demon is not unique. Our entire order of incubi and succubi share our lust for the fusion of man and beast, of manipulating wishes. Celeste has been teaching me how to use the divine energies here to great effect. I can't wait for it, I can't wait for the day I can takes the gifts I've been given and bring someone else to this wondrous state of bliss that I feel. I know you'll love it. You may look upon me as a strange, freakish monster, but you have to realize that beauty is a state of mind. Once you've been changed, you'll know how it feels to be truly beautiful as well. So go on. You know you want to. Make a wish.
(M tf mouse, F tf cow, MtF tf horse, FtM stag) Professor Lancelle watched over the writhing figure that had formerly been a man. The man tried to get up several times to try and resist, but his rapidly reducing size made him dizzy as his brain tried to make sense of his constantly changing perspective. His hands and feet already paws, his face no longer human- his black fur finished growing in as the transformation completed, and Lancelle closed a collar around his neck with a round bell at the front. Pierre looked at the watch on his wrist, waiting outside the rather remote location. He was waiting to start his new class on transformative magics, but it wasn't held at the university itself. The building was a medium sized mansion, rather nice looking but also quite some distance from the school, at the edge of the city. Pierre arrived early as he did for all meetings, but it seemed he was the only one who thought to do that because it was some time before anyone else appeared. Pierre was tall and rather handsome with mid length hair swept back and dark blue eyes behind small round glasses. The next to arrive was a man and woman- they had run into each other on the way over and started talking to each other. The man was Chad- notoriously a bit of an asshole. Not as tall as Pierre but better built with lean muscle. His eyes were forest green and his very dark brown hair was chin length and cut the same length all the way around- so it often hung in his face. He had been a prodigy in Necromancy but dropped out and switched to transformation studies just to spite his parents. The woman is Katrina, a bit of an oddball personality. She was very beautiful, very busty, and very meticulous about her appearance- but contrarily she is a bit shy as well. She is kindhearted and is well known to be a very good study buddy- sharing her sharp mind with others. Her hair is to her shoulders and made of sandy blond ringlets, and her bangs are all the way to her eyebrows. She has heterochromia so her eyes do not match- one is green and one is blue and her eyebrows are pretty big for a woman. The next to arrive was not too long after- arriving with perfect timing at the door right when the clock hit the start of class. Pepper is a very tall woman, with C cup breasts and a nice bubble butt on her wide hips. Her long red hair is tied in a high ponytail, and she always has a bit of a serious look on her face. Pepper is not known for keeping quiet nor for having a sense of humor- so a lot of people avoid her so they don't agitate her by accident. She is known for putting people on blast over only minor hiccups and embarrassingly calling a lot of attention to them. It seemed like there should be more people, but Pierre pointed out how strict the requirements were for being able to sign up for the class in the first place. There are too many variables, so the spells are too intricate to be taught broadly to a larger class. The classes had very few people in them so the professor could be more personal with his lessons. Pierre also tapped his watch with a bit of annoyance, noting it was time for class to start and the teacher was still nowhere to be seen. Since it was held at this building, they could not even get in without the teacher so they were forced to just stand around at the door. Pepper grumbled along with Pierre. "Great first impression, professor..." Chad smirked. "I would suggest we prank him, but not much to work with out here." Katrina was walking around a bit looking the building over. "So, is it true the great sorceress Moth used this building for her experimentation before? Imagine the sort of transformations she created right here." Chad seen Katrina was looking a bit nervous and decided to prey on her by passing a rumor on to her that he had heard. Some people had warned him about Lancelle before he signed up for the class. The teacher is a bit of an oddball, and some people were uncomfortable with his teaching methods- but unwilling to advertise why. Lancelle flicked on lights as he walked and brought them to a huge banquette hall. "There are five bedrooms and two bathrooms, a pool with a weightlifting area and sunroof, the banquette hall, a game room, and a study. The extra bedroom is locked. The kitchen and building beyond this are off limits- I will keep them locked behind me. Shadowing some of Moth's own work in the past, this is how this class is going to go. I will be monitoring you all from time to time, take this day to mingle with one another and get a feel for the building- you will be living here for the duration of the class after all. Tomorrow I will explain my first introductory lesson, because I need to observe you for a bit before I can set it up." He raised an eyebrow and leaned toward them a bit. "Be warned- my first lesson is a dozy. I use a hard but fundamental skill as the groundwork for what is to come. So I start you in the deep end." The banquette hall and pool area were the largest so they immediately became the two locations to hang out, though the banquette hall was the better option because of all the chairs. Pierre approached Katrina first, knowing by her reputation she would be the easiest to connect with. From what he heard about her personality he had assumed her well-tended beauty was a sort of compensation for her shyness- stemming from a desire to fit in, but being otherwise inept at it. As he actually talked to her though, he started to doubt his initial theory. She was timid and soft spoken but also warm. But her flaunted beauty did not seem to be born of an mental instability, she was too comfortable with her appearance herself for that to be the case. "So, Katrina, what is your drive to learn this type of spell specialty?" She blushed a bit. "Eek, just Kat please. I never liked the sound of Katrina, only my mom calls me that." She looked up a bit absentmindedly at the roof. "Uhm, I guess sort of because I like trying different looks, and for the power to make things beautiful... ah! I know how that sounds! That isn't the only reason, that is just my own personal reason for doing it. It is also because Moth specialized and dedicated so much research into it, and she does so many great and wonderful things, so how could the path she chose not be an impressive one, right?" Pierre chuckled, adjusting his glasses. "Yes. Personally I did it out of a curiosity of sympathetic relationships with non-human species. Rather than point out the differences between man and beast, I want to find the similarities. I think humanity as a whole could learn to be more conscientious of the world if it could sympathize more with it." He looked down the long table a ways at Chad sitting in the middle, with his feet crossed up on the table, leaned dangerously far back in the chair. "And what about you? You were a Necromancy study before this, were you not?" Pepper huffed, sitting at the opposite end of the table some distance down. "Yea, rather presumptuous." Chad glared at her. "Hmm, you got something to say icequeen?" "I am saying you signed up for an advanced class in a completely different line of study, you really think you can keep up?" "Tsk. I passed the same tight criteria as you did. Without any prior study. If anything, sounds like you are below ME." "Just because everyone else was worse, doesn't actually mean you are good." He just huffed at her, rolling his head back to look at Pierre. "I signed up because it would be awesome to be able to turn people into stuff. Design my own monsters..." "Nah. It's illegal to get caught." Pepper sighed. "I study transformation because I think it allows you to know your body on a level that would normally be impossible. To completely change its physical form but still be familiar with it, to know who you are on a level deeper than your default appearance. I probably could have taught myself to master it eventually without having to continue my classes on it, but I heard Professor Lancelle was particularly strict so it caught my interest again." They each took their time wandering the building as the day went on, and early the next day they all eagerly awaited Lancelle. Pepper had tried to go out to stretch her legs and get some fresh air and was the first to discover the front doors were sealed. Lancelle nodded as she questioned him on it as soon as he arrived in the banquette hall. "Ah, yes. I suppose the class description could have worded it better. When it says you are living here for the duration of the class it means only here- the university will restock the food and even prepare it for you as needed, since you are not allowed into the kitchen or to leave the building. You are essentially trapped here. That is why a building like this mansion was used- so that you would have access to all the basics of living without needing to leave." He lifted a book he had in his hand and flipped it open to where he had been using his thumb as a bookmark. "Now for your initial test. This will be a competition of sorts, to show me what you got. To start your lessons on transformation- I will be transforming all of you, and you are supposed to resist it." Pierre raised his hand, a bit confused. "Spell warding and mental resistances are a sorcery specialty, not body transmutation." "You won't be resisting the magic; you'll be resisting the results. You see, the spell will transform you all into an animal according to your behavior. The more you act like that animal, the more you will change. Now... that might sound easy at first but I will tell you right now I am using the same alignments Moth did- it is very sensitive. I severely doubt any of you will resist for long, so it is more a matter of how long you can hold out without turning all the way. This is the sort of lesson you can't learn from a book. I currently have a black cat in my office- it wears a bell on its collar that contains the crystal that will be radiating the spell effects. The spell increases in intensity when the bell rings- assuming you are within listening distance to the bell." Now Pepper raised her hand. "What is the point of that? Why place it on a cat?" "Because you are meant to resist the change- if you knew exactly when the spell would activate you could deliberately modify your thoughts and actions to avoid ever changing, and then it wouldn't be a very good test, now would it? You don't know where the cat will go, and when it will move- even I don't know. This prevents you from being able to brace yourself for it- because it will be random. I will return to my observation office at the top of the building, you will not see me again till we see where everyone's resistances are at. Consider this a sort of... last man standing." As soon as Lancelle opened the door to leave, the black cat walked in and the gentle ring of its bell echoed in the large hall. As soon as they heard it, all four students felt strange. Pepper put her head down onto her palm, resting her elbow on the table with a bit of a smile as the cat wandered past. The others did not notice she had her finger in her ear- and switched hands so she could cover the other as the cat passed her. She still felt the odd sensations but much weaker- the sound of the bell amplified the spell, so if you can't hear the bell its effects become weak. She just had to make sure not to be obvious about it- it would definitely be considered cheating. Kat felt a bit stiff from the sound, like her joints were not sitting quite right. Pierre felt oddly giddy and a bit light headed. Chad took his feet down and crossed his arms as his nipples stiffened against his will. Stage 1; 10% As the day went on, the cat wandered the mansion. Unlike a lot of cats that just flop down in random places, this cat remained wandering most of the day, like it was looking for something but wasn't sure what. Pierre stuck with Kat, since Pepper was a bit cold and Chad just seemed like a jerk. Chad passed them a few times catching Pierre giggling along with Kat at some silly joke, and mocked him for it. As soon as Chad went somewhere else, Kat was quick to pat Pierre and tell him not to pay Chad any mind. Like a mother or older sister, she encouraged Pierre to be himself- that bullies will get what they deserve in the end. In the middle of per speech though she blushed brightly and caught herself off with a sudden moan at the sound of the bell as the cat walked past the door to the game room! A throbbing pressure in her hips surged and on the third throb her hip bone audibly popped and expanded, and her tail bone itched a bit as it swelled a bit longer. She put her hands on her cheeks to hide her blush. "Oh gosh... I don't suppose you have any changes Pierre?" He shook his head. "Not that I have noticed anyway." Pierre blushed brightly as he finished and zipped up. "Don't be such a jerk." Chad splashed water on his own face. "Don't be such a fucking girl. If you're going to act like a faggot, I am going to call you out on it, simple." Chad nervously brushed a hand over his shirt pretending to straighten it out, but actually feeling his puffy nipples to see if they were still as bad as before- yes they were. Lancelle tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair from the observation office before grabbing up a very large spell book and looking through it. "Alright, that's it." He reached over to the onyx spell tablet and erased the runes that were going to swap genders as part of the changes. He changed Chad's back to male. They were also meant to transform into animals that mirrored their personalities, which would make the transformations much harder to resist, but Lancelle decided to completely change the rules for Chad's. "My class, my rules Chad- and in terms of personality, you fail, hard." Pierre checked a few times as the day went on- each time he heard the bell. Each time it was hard to notice because the effect was not that pronounced, but his penis and his balls were getting progressively smaller and weaker. When they shrank it felt mildly pleasurable, which made him even more embarrassed- he shouldn't LIKE having them shrink away! He also noted his nipples were becoming more sensitive and the areola puffing up. Pierre stuck close to Kat who tried to comfort him constantly. He had not seen yet- but she did note his facial features were softening as well. He was starting to look like a woman. Kat told him he looked cute, and besides that- it would actually mean he would theoretically last longer in transforming, because gender shifts was not part of the criteria, but still a transformation. The longer he took to turn into a woman, the longer it took to actually start giving him animal features. Again, they heard the bell as it was approaching dinner time and it caught Kat by surprise because she was again in the middle of talking with Pierre and mothering him. Her hips popped again, growing even wider- unfortunately her butt did not advance with it, causing her hip bones to be more pronounced. Her tail bone grew a bit longer, now a small thin tail over her skirt. When they were going to head down for dinner, she scratched her neck and furrowed her brows a bit at the feeling. The skin on her neck was oddly soft and... loose? Just what sort of transformation was happening to her? Stage 2; 35% At the dinner table everyone enjoyed their meal, but the conversation was pretty minimal. Everyone was still normal enough that they were determined to not call any attention to their changes, and pass it off like they were fine. The exception was Pepper, who actually was entirely normal still- though she was feeling oddly horny; she was able to just ignore it for now. Pepper was also the last one to finish eating because she was not in a hurry to hide from the others- she had nothing to hide. She was going to head up to the games room to see what it had- she had only glanced in it before. Pepper was startled by the sudden sound of the cat bell and jumped back at the sight of it! Pepper jumping back startled the cat, causing it to jump as well- ringing its bell very loudly in the process! It had been sleeping on one of the banquette hall chairs and jumped down from its perch just as she was walking past! A powerful surge rang in her wrists and ankles as the sound of the bell rang in her ears, toppling her over onto all fours! She groaned in a bit of a panic at the wet cracking and snapping sounds coming from under her skin. As painful as it sounded, it actually did not hurt at all, it just felt like popping a knuckle. She felt a sharp spike of tingling in her tailbone and something jam into the back of her pants, but was more worried about her limbs. Her hands and feet started to stretch a bit, but after a moment it seemed to stop. She got back up but immediately had to bend down and remove her socks and shoes- her feet grew longer and no longer fit in them. Her nails had all turned grey and looked thicker than normal, but other than that the structure of her hands and feet looked mostly the same- just a little stretched. When she tried to wiggle her toes and move her fingers though, she noted that she could not move one without also moving the others beside it. Their movement was no longer entirely independent. She pulled her pants down a bit in the back, showing a bit of her big butt crack, but over it was a tiny fat nub of a tail! It twitched when she touched it, but it was entirely involuntary- she could not consciously control it. Pepper's lips were now a very dark red as well, and the bridge of her nose widened a bit, but it was not very noticeable yet. She felt a bit of a tickle on her face and when she scratched it, she felt wet- and pulled her hand back to see dark blood on her fingers! Two short fat stubs of bones had broken the skin just in front of her temples- the start of horns! A little less sure of herself now, she decided against the game room and instead returned to her bedroom. She removed the tie from her hair and just let her ears hold it out of her face- this made it droop enough in the front to cover her proto horns. Everyone but Kat went to sleep pretty early. Kat was sleepy, but her shy nature made it harder to sleep in a place she was not very familiar with. She stripped her clothes off and looked at herself in the full body mirror present in all the rooms. Katrina's dirty little secret? She doted on her appearance so much because she was attracted to it- she is bisexual, and turned on by her own body. She pouted as she looked over the tail, though she supposed it was only temporary. Fail or pass, the transformation went away after this test. But it would be horribly embarrassing in front of the others. She softly cupped her breasts and her expression lightened again. At least her tits were unaltered, still standing in their full glory. E cup behemoths with short but fat little stump nipples- her areola had a tapered edge to it from being stretched. Her face darkened a bit again as she rubbed her hand on her neck. It looked puffy- like she was having an allergic reaction. Finally, she slipped into bed and went to sleep. Lancelle immediately took the inhibitors off the spellstone and the entire building softly rang with the sound of the bell! Lancelle was cheating a bit himself- the students had no way of defending themselves against changes in their dreams. Kat had pleasant dreams of being with Pierre. In her dream though, Pierre was already fully a woman, and Kat had a lot of fun dressing him up in various outfits while he twirled around to show them off for her. Chad appeared in her dream and started to insult him but Kat snorted at him and slammed him up against a wall and winded him with a head-butt. Odd reaction- but it worked, Chad burst into a cloud of black smoke and vanished from the dream, so Katrina saved the day! Pierre was crying from Chad's mean insults but Kat gentle sat him down in her lap. Her breasts felt heavy, and looked a bit swollen, giving her an idea to comfort Pierre. She slipped her right tit out from her shirt and Pierre gently took it and started suckling on the nipple. A moment later, hot milk started to flow out, stronger and stronger. Her now long nipples tingled with pleasure from the flow, and milk started to flow around Pierre's lips as well- it was coming out too fast for him to drink it all. Her breasts started to swell up larger and larger. Her eyes went wide as she finally realized the sound of the cat's bell could be heard! It was audible through her entire dream slowly getting louder, but she only now actually noticed it! Kat sat up quickly in her bed. She was startled enough in her dream to wake herself up back in reality. She heard the bathroom door slam on the opposite side of her wall- someone making a mad dash to the bathroom must have been what really woke her. Katrina cried out in surprise as an immense pressure in her back though. She placed her hands down between her legs and bent over forward as a pressure surged up her spine and seemed to build up stronger the further up it went. The skin started to thicken there, then rise up into a soft hill, then a large hill, and then a steep hill! Bigger and bigger the bulge swelled into a rather large hump! The skin on her neck felt like it weighed more than it should as well. She slowly turned her neck back and forth against the feeling and as she did, it started to thicken and bulk up as well! Her eyes glossed over with tears as she sat back as straight up as she could with the hunch and grabbed the skin of her throat. It almost felt like grabbing a fistful of dough! As she pawed at the skin it stretched even more! It started to collect into rolls and layer itself, growing more and more against her will. Her ears were larger and pointed now as well but she was far too worried about her neck to even notice that. Her fingers cracked as she kneaded her bulking skin, becoming stiff and hard to move. The same thing that happened to Pepper earlier was happening to Kat now- the bones in her hands and feet stretched out and partially fused. When it finally stopped her nails were completely black, and her fingers and toes were bunched up against one another- they all moved together, not individually at all. Kat wiped her eyes and slowly got up and walked to the mirror- dreading what she would see. On the way over she noted her tail was much longer now, but still just as thin- it ended in a tassel. Her neck was even worse than she thought! There was a TON of soft, loose skin hanging off her neck! So much so that it pooled on the top of her breasts and formed like, twelve folds. Droopy loose neck skin and a big hunch back... just what was she turning into?! "I thought we were turning into animals, not... freak monsters! Ooh, my voice too...." Her voice was noticeably deeper now, though still womanly. Chad was having a very confusing dream himself. He was having sex with Pierre! Then halfway in another man he had not seen entered him from behind! He tried to look around at him but a huge dick caught his eye to the side of him, and then he felt two dicks slide against his hands and he automatically grabbed them. He could feel the intense heat in the cocks on the palms of his hands, the throbbing of their heart beats through the veins. Before he realized what was going on there was a giant cock in his mouth too! It was pushed into him so far all he seen was the section of the man's crotch immediately over it and nothing else. More dicks started to push into his field of vision and his body started to convulse with pleasure radiating out from inside it. Why did he love this so much?! He woke up startled and grabbed his crotch as he skyrocketed toward another very powerful orgasm! Oh no, if he came in his bed everyone would know something was up when he changed the sheets! He grabbed his cock, using his index finger to push in on the urethra to close it off as he got up and was going to race to the bathroom but it was too late. He orgasmed hard, holding down on his dick equally hard to prevent it spraying everywhere and making a mess, but something completely unexpected happened. Soft sounds of chugging liquid emanated from his balls as the cum backfired into his testicles- swelling them in soft pulses! The scrotum blushed pink as his balls swelled up tight, feeling packed since they were not meant to store that kind of liquid at all. Once the throbs of his orgasm died down he resumed his dash to the bathroom. His pants kept slipping down, and tripped him up a bit causing him to hit his hand on Pierre's bedroom door to regain his balance, then slammed the door unintentionally from closing it too fast when he got to the bathroom- waking up Katrina whose bedroom was on the other side of the wall from the men's bathroom. He released his death grip on his cock but only a little cum came out. Only the cum that was trapped in the length of urethra on his shaft itself came out- the rest was now trapped inside his balls! He only wore his pants to bed, but he noted they were even looser now than before- he must be shrinking! His dick looked like it might be a bit smaller too... his balls definitely were not. He went to the sink to splash water on his face and noticed his nails were now claws- though still translucent like nails, and not very long at all- and quite narrow. His tailbone was a bit longer too, but not enough to start calling it an actual tail. Looking into the mirror, he could tell he was smaller now from how low his reflection is. In Pierre's dream he was laughing and giggling with Kat, both blushing brightly as strong hunky men flexed and posed to try to gain their approval. Pierre was wearing a huge beautiful gown, and had large breasts! One man walked up, leading a horse by the reins, but instead of stopping and posing like the others he stepped aside and motioned to the horse. It took a step forward and turned to the side- revealing its four foot long erection bobbing with his heart beat, and both women gasped in awe. Pierre woke up suddenly from Chad's hand hitting his door, but woke up too late to realize. Pierre felt a very gentle pleasure on his chest and looked down thinking he was going to see breasts like in his dream but what he seen was almost the opposite. His chest was still flat- and his areola were fading into the rest of his skin! His nipples were flattening and shrinking away! He felt the muscles in his crotch twitch and instinctively cupped his hand there feeling an urge to stick something in. He gasped when he could not find his balls! His entire scrotum was missing, and in its place, a very small, tight pussy! Before his brain even fully processed what he had, his finger was already sliding inside; his pussy was hungry, and wet. It was too small to fit anything more than his index inside. As he bent further over to explore his new crotch, his hair fall forward and he sees it was a LOT longer now. It was long enough to reach the bottom of his ribs. His hands were so... slender looking. The skin was so soft and elastic compared to what it was. His penis remained where a clit should be, but it was again smaller than before. Using his middle finger to feel his hungry hole, he used his other hand to grab the small penis. He felt horny, especially with memories of his dream still clear, it felt like his penis should be erect but it was still soft to the touch. What it lacked in stiffness it made up in a heightened sensitivity! He tried to control himself but could not help but moan from the strong feelings of a new type of pleasure. He started to thrust his finger into himself faster, and the vagina started to loosen a bit and grow wider, a second finger now teasing the opening eager to join the first. As he jerked his small weak penis it shrank even more, but its sensitivity kept going up! It shrank away, becoming underdeveloped and so small he could only use a finger and a thumb to grip it, and then it shrank so small he could only roll his index finger around on its head. The foreskin shrank back into a clitoral hood and the glans lost definition as the urethra closed up, and a new opening for it opened inside the vulva. Pierre moaned breathlessly, face red from exertion as she rapidly rammed two fingers into herself and rubbed her penis completely out of existence. There was no way. No way she could call herself a man now, there was nothing left. Her moans became higher and higher pitched as her voice changed. She clenched her legs shut as her entire body trembled like a leaf in the wind. In spite of being larger now, her vaginal opening clamped shut on her fingers so hard her fingertips all turned beat red. Pierre experienced his first female orgasm! The cat meowed on the other side of her bedroom door, curious about the sounds inside. Pierre was settling down now though, her breathing starting to return to normal. The cat figured no one was going to answer the door so it got up to leave again, shaking itself to resettle its fur- which rang the bell as loud as it can go in the silence of night, right outside of Pierre's door! Pierre squealed in surprise at a pitch so high only a dog would be able to hear it. She rolled over and clutched her blankets tightly in her hands as she stretched her legs out in response to the feeling of the muscles squirming on their own and swelling bigger. Her feet let out an absolute cacophony of snapping and cracking sounds as her bones rapidly fused together, her nails turned black as they bulked up and grew so large as to start to overtake her toes- as they were quickly uniting into only a single toe. Her feet got very long, very quickly, making her legs half again as large as they were. Pierre let out a breathy grunt with each pulse as a gentle pressure throbbed into her tail bone and created a small surge of pleasure and an almost tickling pressure. Her tail bone grew out a bit, then a bit more into a tiny tail but then the pressure built up without growing anything. In a sudden burst it exploded out from the skin in a prickly, itchy feeling as her tail erupted into long hairs! She involuntarily thrust her hips into her bed, creating a web of vaginal lube unintentionally between her and the bedsheets as the tail hairs grew out in length and became long enough to actually reach down past her knees as a long horse tail! By the time she looked back at her legs, the cracking sounds of her feet were slowing to a stop and she realized she did not have feet anymore at all- she had horse hooves. Fur grew on her legs starting at the hooves and spread up like a shadow on her skin, but the feeling was very gentle compared to her tail because horse fur is extremely fine. The fur covered her now more muscular thighs and faded across their surface- so it did not reach quite far enough back to cover her butt. Her muscles were still shaky from the changes as she slid her limbs under herself to raise herself up on all fours. As her stomach dragged on the blankets when she was getting up though, she felt a pleasurable tingle. She had seen them earlier but passed them off as freckles- two black dots just over her crotch, but now they had stiffened and projected out further... the start of teats. That is why her nipples vanished and she never grew breasts. Pepper's dream was odd as well. In it she was extremely tall, towering over everything like a giant. Chad was picking on Pierre again, so Pepper stepped on him. He squealed for mercy, trying to squeeze out from under her, so when she actually took her foot away he flew out and cracked his head on one of the table legs. Pierre and Kat cheered her, and she started dancing with Kat... which could only make sense in a dream given their high difference. As they danced though, Pepper found herself watching her huge E cup hills jostle around in her shirt, and got close to them. Kat did not say a word and popped one out of her shirt and Pepper started sucking on it. She held Kat around the waist but then her hands slowly slipped lower and into her skirt. Katrina smelled nice... why... why was Pepper so turned on by Kat? In reality she was humping her mattress rather vigorously as her clit stiffened and started to tingle with built up pressure. It stood out more and more, growing longer out of its hood. Her hands started to crack and stretch even longer, this time neglecting her thumb and pinky in the growth, stretching the middle three digits farther away from them. Her nails got even thicker, especially on her pinky and thumb which regressed in size at the same rate- till the nails formed tiny hoof segments over their ends. Her feet underwent the same thing, but did not stop where her hands did. The largest and smallest toe both equalized as they regressed into little dew claws on the back of her legs. Her remaining three became two large toes as they stretched even farther from the ankle and turned into cloven hooves. Dainty and small hooves like those of a deer. The tiny tail she had already grown did not change in shape or size, but burst into a flourish if fur- a poofy triangle. Her lips continued to darken till they were glossy black, and the end of her nose started to darken slightly now too. The bone spurs on her head grew a bit longer, looking like small horns, but as they slowed to a stop for the night they had just started to begin branching off... like antlers. Stage 3; 70% The next day everyone remained in their rooms for some time, too embarrassed to face one another. The first to advance was Pepper, only to find she was the only one eating breakfast. Katrina deliberately listened at her door for activity, and did not peek out till Pepper had finished eating and went upstairs to hang out in the study. She still could not use the game room- but now it was because her hands were too much like hooves for her to use the games. She could still turn pages of a book even if they were full hooves though, so the study it was. Kat slipped into the banquette hall determined to finish breakfast quickly and run back to her room. She had loved her body before but now she did not know what to think of it. She still had her large beautiful tits but she was hunch backed and had enough skin on her neck to cover a second body. Her stomach did not let a quick breakfast happen though. She was much, much hungrier than she had thought and kept going for seconds, and thirds. As she gorged herself the cat brushed up against her leg and with a jingle it popped her hips yet again! Her hips were tremendously wide now, but her actual butt still did not get any bigger so it looked quite boxy now because of the bone structure. She groaned as her feet started to change, but did not pause stuffing her face long enough to even look at them. Her feet were going the way of Pepper's- except Katrina's hooves were growing broader. Pierre knew she could find shelter with Kat- she would not judge her changes... but Chad was still out there somewhere too. She could hear activity in the banquette hall so she remained in her room- not realizing it was only Kat out there in the first place. Chad threw a sheet over himself and wore it like a cloak in an attempt to hide his changes. He still wore his clothes under that, but they were practically draped over him. Surely they would think it was strange and still ask him but he could lie, or just say he had minor changes to make it believable. He felt tremendously pent up though thanks to last night's mishap. He also kept thinking about his dream, the soft outer skin of their dicks rubbing against him, the stiff body of the cock below. The engorged rubbery glans in his mouth. He realized he was starting to breathe heavily and snapped out of his imagination again. Why was he so obsessed with dicks? He needed release but he knew the girls would just taunt him and he kept thinking of dicks, so on his way to the banquette hall he instead paused outside Pierre's door. He remembered seeing Pierre's small penis and laughing at it but... he wouldn't mind that in his mouth right now. Pierre's balls slapping against his chin. Against his logical thoughts he knocked on Pierre's door. Pierre only sat on the edge of her bed, not intending to open the door. "What? Who... is it." She tried to sound manly but her voice was just too different. "Pierre you... you're a... gay right?" Pierre furrowed her brow and was about to tell him to fuck off but then actually thought about it. She really liked Kat, but in what way? Now that she actually thought about it, she sort of wanted to know what riding a dick would be like... plus he currently does not have the equipment to be in a woman. On the other hand- Chad did not know what has become of him, so he is technically asking if Pierre was gay before, which would be a resounding no. Pierre sighed. "Sure." "Look, I am sorry about b-before... uhm.. I..." A soft jingle could be heard. "I will let you fuck me to make up for it!" "W-what?!" She went to the door, baffled as to what he was talking about and when she opened the door it looked like no one was there. Pierre was still quite tall like before, which put his line of sight WAY over where Chad now stood. Pierre couldn't help but grin at how needy he looked. He could tell by him softly rocking his hips he needed it bad. Chad was equally baffled, expecting a man to answer the door, and instead a naked woman wrapped in a blanket. Horse hooves clopping on the floor below. Great. Chad craves a man badly, only to find the only other man is now a woman. He winced a bit at a dull ache in his balls. He didn't care, woman or not he needed to get off. Chad lay down on the bed and Pierre got up to ride him. Chad let out a huff with each downward slide because Pierre weighed so much compared to his smaller body. Pierre got to try out her new pussy on an actual penis. A few veins bulged out around her crotch, pulled taught from the muscle below. Her labia started to darken and fatten up a bit more, and her clit throbbed bigger. Neither of them had noticed but Chad did not completely close the door again when he came in- the cat wandered into the room softly jingling along the way. Chad's ears started to get rounder, and his front teeth started to enlarge giving him buckteeth. The end of his nose turned pink as he closed his eyes while Pierre rode him. He was being ridden by a woman, but his imagination was still swimming in dick. His body gave off small muffled snaps as he started to shrink even more. Pierre's clit became as big as a pingpong ball and her labia turned completely black, and quite thick. Her anus started to puff up, projecting out and darkening to match the labia. The two nub like proto nipples started to grow and fatten, the skin around it stretching up and out as well as the dark skin color advanced outward. Puffy little mounds turned into jiggly little hills and then fat spheres as her horse udder grew, jiggling up and down and slapping Chad's crotch with each drop. She felt him getting close, his swollen balls drawing up as the veins in his dick started to throb violently. Pierre got off and smiled at the sight of the twitching cock. Chad was about to swear at him... er, her for stopping but he was so close to the edge it wasn't going to stop, even if Pierre did. Chad came explosively just as Pierre reached down, and pinched the end of his dick to prevent it from coming out. Chad's eyes went wide and he started thrashing around trying to get out of the grip but Pierre was gigantic compared to him now! His balls throbbed and you could easily hear the gurgle of churning liquid as they pulsed bigger and bigger. His scrotum again blushed pink and then red as it was pulled tight by the engorged balls inside! They felt hard as rock. The veins in his scrotum bulge from the surface as they were pinched by the stretched skin. His scrotum became shiny, smooth, and round from internal pressure and still his balls swelled bigger with an orgasm even larger than last time! He sat there breathing heavily, staring at his balls afraid to move at risk of bursting them. Pierre let go of his shaft but only a little came out- the rest was again backfired into him and swelled up all his inner workings. Pierre smiled. "Now we are even from before. And we are done here- get out of my room." Chad slid off the side of the bed and had another mini heart attack when he seen just how small he had become! He was the size of a little kid at this point! And his balls were giant- the bottoms were level with his knees. He had to waddle to move, his balls were too large to fit between his legs so they flopped against the front of his legs as he walked, which hurt if he took too large of a step. He felt more pent up than ever! He was so desperate he felt delirious. After Chad waddled off to beg help from someone else Pierre looked fearfully at the cat, sitting in the middle of the room. If she shooed it away the bell would ring. She carefully walked up to it, making sure not to spook it and then gently picked it up. She was going to grab the bell to keep it from moving at all but she felt a surge of energy the moment she touched it and immediately knew that was a bad idea. Pierre walked it to the door and put it down carefully outside, but as soon as all four paws touched down the cat shook itself to resettle its fur, ringing the bell loudly! Pierre was going to shut the door but fell forward, half into the hall as her hands cracked and snapped loudly! Her neck swelled a bit, growing a bit longer as her hair line advanced down into a mane. Her hands quickly devolved into horse hooves and then the changes started to advance up her arms, spreading fur along the way as her muscles tightened and swelled a bit. Her shoulder blades enlarged and shifted forward more. She went to get back up but as soon as she tried to bend at the hip her ass swelled with pressure! Her fur continued its advance over her thighs and consumed her rump as her hips widened with loud hollow pops and her ass cheeks swelled gigantically with muscle! She moaned, wanting someone to plow her from behind more than ever now, but not Chad. Not only was Chad an ass- his dick was miniscule now and pretty much useless in Pierre. She smiled at the sight of her own jiggly teats between her legs but then frowned when she went to get up again- finding her hips cannot bend at that angle. Pierre cannot stand on two legs anymore! She is stuck as a quadruped now! Pierre was more embarrassed than ever to show herself, but Kat was finally done eating breakfast round 4 and was heading back to her room when she spotted Pierre- who was stuck half out of his door thanks to the cat playing its cursed music. Pierre was a lot more animal than the las time she seen her and a loss less male, but it was not like she was perfectly intact either. As Pierre expected, Katrina was quick to comfort her and usher her out into the banquette hall, insisting she eat at least something before hiding away in her room again. So much time had passed by this point though that Pepper was heading back downstairs and seen them both! All four of them had failed to hide away from the rest, but at the same time since they were all failing equally, it made things a bit less embarrassing. Pierre was entirely naked though, she had only put on a blanket to answer the door and that had fallen away long ago- she did not actually intend to leave her room. Pepper was dressed, and Katrina was dressed but her pants ripped on either side because of her huge hips. All of Chad's clothing was far too big to even come close to fitting him now, and he had to tear the sheet he was wearing around himself because even it was trailing too far behind to use as a cloak now. When Pepper finished talking with the other girls she was startled by Chad waiting around the corner for her, his hand desperately on his cock. Her jumping back also startled the cat walking behind her up through the banquette hall now, causing it to jingle several times as it jumped back and then ran and hopped up into one of the chairs. Both Pepper and Chad groaned from the sound. Chad felt very dizzy as a fuzzy fur started to grow all over his body, and his torso started to round out and lose its human shape. His teeth continued to grow in the front getting so big they started to drag his face out. He was growing a tail now that quickly grew to the length of his forearm. Most of all though, his head spun as his body shrank even more! He was as tall as a Barbie doll at this point! Pepper had to brace herself on the wall and watched as her deformed hand continued its advance into a cloven hoof to match her legs! Her neck started to pop, rattling her head a bit with each shift as it got longer and thicker, making her even taller! Her already freakishly long clit started to grow even thicker and longer. She could start to feel veins pulsing in it. A urethra started to push its way up through it as her old opening closed up and rerouted itself. Her giant clit has become a small tapered penis! Wanting to get away from the cat again, Pepper quickly accepted Chad's plea for help and picked him up between her front hooves and ran back to her room. She put him on the bed and was going to ride him like Pierre had but thought twice about it. With his body so close to hers she could not help but smile. Her face got progressively redder till she just outright burst out laughing. Chad tried to plead with her to stop but his voice was so small now he only made her laugh even harder. She pushed her dick down with her hoof and lowered it to Chad, rubbing hers against his tiny penis. She thought he would be reluctant to try this way but little did she know Chad was in heaven. His eyes locked on the penis the moment it formed. The feel of it against his own dick, the heat coming off it... even the smell. Being so small, the smells of much larger animals were extremely potent to him, he was drowning in her musk. Once the two dicks were shiny with pre she bent hers down to his and he aimed his forward, sliding the tiny penis into the comparatively giant one. On Pepper the penis was still small, but not to Chad. She gently thrust down over his penis- having to be carefully not to pull completely off by accident and make them realign. Chad was practically drooling with pleasure, it felt so warm, so wet, so rubbery and perfect. Even the sight of the giant dick throbbing against him! Chad's balls tightened- though the scrotum was so tight already you could not outwardly see them move at all. He started to buck upward to meet her thrusts as his body trembled from the immense orgasm erupting out of him! Pepper just pressed hers down firmly onto him and held it there, she was pretty close as well- since her penis was newly formed all of the nerves in it were pretty raw still. Chad cried out in blissful relief finally as he came explosively into Pepper, filling her shaft with his cum. It just kept coming and coming as his balls veeeerry slowly started to shrink back down. Having the cum pressure pressing so deep into her own shaft though set Pepper over the edge as well and with an animalistic grunt her shaft bucked and exploded with her own cum! She was so much bigger than he is that her flow easily reversed his- and fired his cum right back into him, in addition to her own! Chad cried out and thrashed about but the huge dick was pressed too firmly into him, pinning him to the bed! His balls gurgled loudly in protest and started to swell bigger and bigger, more and more full! The veins on his scrotum throbbed giant and purple with exertion, trying to fight the tension in the skin to still be able to deliver the blood. His scrotum was practically glowing red with pressure. His taint swelled huge like a balloon between his legs and his prostate stretched to rock hard tightness. Even his urethra was forced to stretch to accommodate the tremendous flow, bloating his dick wider and wider. Even the veins in his cock started to swell huge and throb aggressively as even his body itself was in panic mode. Tears started to gather in his eyes, it felt so good and hurt so bad at the same time. It felt like he was about to explode completely- rupture from overpressure. His prostate gave a sharp painful throb and then the pressure surged even deeper! He suddenly felt like he had to pee, then pee really badly! His balls backfired into the prostate, his prostate now backfired into his bladder! Then his kidneys began to drown in spunk overflow. His entire torso started to feel stiff as cum continued to flow through him backwards! He was pretty sure he could feel cum bubbling up into his stomach by the time the flow finally stopped. The two dicks popped off each other and both burped up a final stream of cum. Chad could not even move- there was so much internal pressure in his organs that bending his torso hurt. "H-heeelp... meee..." He was breathing heavily. Pepper nudged his tiny penis. "You don't have a pressure release valve- your pecker is pooped. You're going to have to just rest for a while. Guess I will come back later and try again." Chad did not have much choice in the matter- his balls were far too large for him to walk. Pepper wandered back out to talk with Pierre who was still eating. She glanced at the chairs to try and spot the cat but it seems to have moved again. She talked with Pierre about how easily and quickly they all seemed to forget this was a test to see how long they could resist the animal within. Pierre pointed out that she did remember, it just became sort of an afterthought to exploring her altered body. They all still remembered to avoid the cat, but it was easier said than done. Pepper chuckled, suggesting they deliberately let the beast take over so they can fail the test and get turned back. Stage 4; 100% Little did either of them notice, the cat was missing because Katrina picked it up and returned to her room with it. She placed it on her bed and it started purring and sat down. She looked at it, biting her lower lip as she wondered just what she was doing. Lancelle had used subtle mental pushes to get Pierre to hold closed Chad's penis, blocked Pepper's ability to see their backfire coming, and now whispered the thought into Kat's head that her breasts could get even more impressive if she gave into her transformation a bit more. She scooped up the cat to do just that, but now hesitated. So far her transformation was strange and she still did not know what she was even changing into. But bigger breasts? Did she actually want that? E cups were already very big, how big would they get if she just gave in entirely? Would she even be able to stand up with breasts that big? But the transformation would be undone when the test ended. She held her left breast, squeezing gently and with her right hand rubbed the cats chin, causing it to purr louder. Her logical mind said the answer was an obvious no, making an animal of herself was embarrassing enough and doing on purpose was like deliberately trying to fail the class. But her desires said yes, more of that, ALL of that! Before her mind could argue any more with itself she flicked the bell around the cat's neck and listened carefully to the high pitched thrum. Kat gasped and grabbed at her breasts as she felt a bit of a pressure in them. The skin started to tighten and she felt a wonderful pleasure in her groin as well. To her horror though, her breasts did not grow- they shrank! The pressure was them compacting and the material being dissolved into her body to be repurposed. Her E cups became DD, then D, then C. It felt so good, but she clutched them with both hands as if she could coax them to grow again. She thought... they would get bigger. Another foreign thought popped into her head, telling her it would be ok. For every bit of her size she gave up now- she would regain twice over. That sparked hope in her again, though a bit of a different kind of worry. Twice over? What was twice of an E cup? It would eclipse her entire body, she would be more boob than woman! She softly hummed from the pleasure still radiating in her groin even after her breasts stopped shrinking, and then she suddenly looked down at it and realized the trade she had made. Her entire crotch was starting to turn the same blushed pink as her labia- already there was four equally spaced nipples! The pleasure seemed to stall and then started to fade as the changes slowed down. Oh no, not enough. She quickly turned back to the cat and gave its bell another flick without even thinking. The sound almost seemed to ring even louder than before. She did not realize her ears were getting bigger, muscles forming in the base to allow them to pivot around, but their size becoming far too large. Now fully leaf shaped they became so huge their own muscles could not hold them up and they flopped over to dangle on either side of her head! Veins stated to bulge out on her gut, getting more pronounced as they emerged lower and lower trailing in the base of the udder. Her breasts tightened and started to slowly shrink again, her breaths grew short and rapid as her entire chest felt tight. The nipples in her crotch swelled longer and fatter and started to flop over slightly from their own weight as four pudgy hills formed under them, and then swelled into mounds. The cat scratched its head, causing the bell to ring more before it jumped onto the floor to leave her room, ringing it yet again as it casually slipped out. Katrina moaned as her entire body tingled in warm, electric pleasure. Her nostrils flared huge as her voice started to deepen, then with a surge of strong but short lived pressure the cartilage in her nose popped loudly and the entire bridge of her nose widened greatly. Her soft red lips started to lighten to candy pink, and as her nostrils widened even more they too turned pink on the ends. Her thighs started to widen and her lower back gave off muffled cracks in rapid fire as she fell forward onto all fours. She tried to get back into a sitting position but it was difficult, her spine did not want to bend anymore. She did not yet realize she could no longer walk on two legs. Her voice continued to deepen, sounding now like the lowing of a beast. The four hills in her crotch swelled even bigger, a muscle rib grew between the four sections, pulling tight to make a soft groove that helped the soft mass keep its shape. The veins at its base grew even bigger- some as wide as her thumb. She poked them a bit feeling how soft they were, and rolling them around under the skin. Her breasts were completely gone now, but her chest still felt tight. Her areola started to fade into the rest of her skin as her nipples shrank. Katrina just gawked at the bulge in her lap as it grew, practically drooling over the sight. Big glorious tits, and they were all hers! She grabbed the two top nipples and yanked them out, pulling some of the soft mass out with them and moaning deeply at the feeling, then let them go and watched it wobble back into shape. She was about to do the same to the bottom teats but her hands cracked, and suddenly felt stiff. Before she could examine her hands, Katrina's eyes went wide and there was a tremendous surge of pressure into her new udder! The giant soft veins suddenly became stiff and her udder started to swell rapidly! Beads of white gathered on the ends of her teats as they flopped around, and then started to trickle. Each section of the udder was the size of a cantaloupe! Then each was the size of a basketball. Her teats started to spray several thin streams of milk with each pulse of pleasure and growth. Kat stared blankly forward, her mind currently whiting out from pleasure overload, her body convulsed with the surges. The udder grew a little bit bigger, a little bit tighter, then a little bigger again. "M-moooore. Give... me... more. Grow! Get fatter!" Even the milk veins on the body of the udder itself started to project out. "So perfect... it looks soooh perfect. More perfect!" Her heart beat faster in fear of what she was doing to herself. She was afraid of her own desires going completely off the rails. Kat slammed her clenched hands onto the top of her udder, bending over and shoving them in as hard as she could and involuntarily moo'ed like a cow at full volume! Milk sprayed out in full streams as it felt like her teats were each having their own orgasm and her udder swelled in a big surge again- so fast that you could faintly hear the skin stretching! Katrina lay on the floor for some time. She knew the others heard her moo, but couldn't bring herself to care right now. It was so loud, Lancelle probably heard it from the top floor. There was a thin puddle of milk on her carpet now under her. On her back, the weight of her udder felt like someone dropped two or three sandbags onto her crotch. Kat bucked her hips weakly, feeling the soft pink mass wobble back and forth, the hot heavy liquid inside sloshing. Oooh, it felt soo good. She didn't want this to be temporary. And she knew that sounded insane. She glanced over at her full body mirror and finally realized what she was turning into. A cow, but not a Holstein. Loose dewlaps on the neck, hump back, and cute long floppy ears- Katrina was turning into a Brahman. Normally a Brahman udder is nowhere near that of a Holstein- except she already had abnormally large breasts in human form. What she lost in breast she gained twice over in udder, resulting in an absolutely behemoth organ. When it hung while she was on all fours, the bottom was lower than her ankles, with the teats hanging even lower than that. It was so wide you could see the curve behind her legs and some distance in front of her legs. Her chest was a bit tight still and her hands stiff- changes that wanted to start but ran out of power before they got underway. Her face looked like that of a cow, but she did not have a muzzle- her skull was still perfectly human shaped. The cat pawed at the far wall of Pierre's room. It did not know what it wanted still, but knew it had to find it. It knew something was here, but seen nothing and did not know what it was. There was five bedrooms in the hall, which was odd because that meant there was three on one side but only two on the other. Pepper and Katrina's rooms were on the opposite side as the men's bathroom in the other hallway, which was across from the women's bathroom. Then across the bedrooms hallway from them was the doors for Chad and Pierre's rooms, and then further down was the locked, unused bedroom. So across from that, beside Pepper's bedroom was just a blank wall. There was actually an Arcaedum in there, but even Lancelle did not know it was there, because there were no visible doorways to get to it. The cat was currently pawing at the part of the wall in Pierre's bedroom that held the hidden passage that gave into a very narrow pathway in the walls, around to the hidden chamber. Funny that even devoid of its direct memories, the cat knows more about the building than the professor. Not finding anything with its little paws the cat gave up and jumped up to sleep on the foot of the bed. Only a few minutes after, Pierre came in with the help of Pepper. They both had four hooves, but Pepper's small cloven hooves were still more nimble than Pierre- plus Pierre could no longer stand on two legs. She needed help getting into chairs in the banquette hall and needed others to open doors for her. Pierre couldn't open doors, Kat had hands but could not stand now to reach doorknobs to work them, Pepper barely could open them, and Chad was too small to reach. They were going to have to just leave all doors open a little bit or they will unintentionally trap each other. Pierre sighed as she wandered into her room again. "Thanks for helping me out. I wanted to get back at that idiot Chad, but... sort of regret it now." "Oh, he will live." "N-no, it's just that... I got myself kind of... riled up. And there is no way I am getting in bed with him a second time." Pepper flinched a bit as her shaft throbbed tight, flicking itself forward against her pants. "I could-" Her face turned red as what she was about to say caught up with her mentally. "I could..." Pierre turned herself around so Pepper would not see her equine clit wink. "Oh no, you don't have to have sex just to help me out. Besides, it would put us both at risk of changing more." Pepper's heart beat a little faster, she wanted this, she was going to press this. "Well... but... I got my gender scrambled a bit, just like you." Pierre looked down and her eyes locked with the twitching bulge in her pants. "Oh..." "I don't know what it is like to have sex as a male, and you could learn what it is like for a woman." Pierre turned slowly to show her big muscular horse rump to Pepper, and to hide her blushing face. Pepper quickly stripped out of her pants- they were only partially on in the first place so it didn't squash her small but bushy tail. She struggled a bit with her shirt and almost fell over trying to take it off because the material kept catching on the sprouting tines of her partially formed antlers. Pepper got down onto all fours herself and clopped up behind Pierre, mesmerized watching the large clit pop in and out- giving glimpses of the moist pink insides beyond the black outer lips. "You want to do it like this? Not on the bed?" Pierre was still too embarrassed to fully look Pepper in the face. "I don't know, this is all new to me..." Pepper did not really care how they did it so she stood up and placed her hooves on the big round rump. She would have used her hands to get Pierre warmed up but hooves did not work well for that, and Pierre was already horny. She aimed her tapered penis and slid in. She meant to ease herself in slower but the shock of the pleasure took the strength out of her legs and she fell forward, plowing her dick in and forcing her to hold herself up on Pierre's back. Pierre could not fully support her weight though, and staggered a bit further forward with each strong thrust. The feeling of the plush wet walls of Pierre's pussy rippling down Pepper's cock drove her wild. Pierre had to brace herself on the bed and then bowed her front hooves to rest her chest on the bed fully. With the bed bracing them, they finally stabilized even against Pepper's frantic thrusts; however neither of them noticed the ringing of the bell. The cat was still asleep on the foot of the bed- but every thrust caused the mattress to get pushed down which gently shook the cat and its bell! Pierre's soft cries of pleasure picked up a reverberence that made them sound more like horse whickering as her nostrils started to expand, taking deeper breaths. Her arms and legs started to get longer, putting her entire body more level with the bed. Pepper was so absorbed in this new kind of pleasure that her eyes did not actually look at anything, her mind was dedicated entirely to burying her cock. A tiny bit deeper, and deeper, tighter and deeper! Every new thrust put her dick deeper into the horse vagina, growing to its full and proper size now. She arched back and let out a high pitch low like a deer in surprise as a strange feeling fired through her! Something solid was getting quickly squeezed out of her! Her pussy had been clenching tighter and getting smaller as her dick grew, and now that it was too narrow to even use for anything, her ovaries inverted and fired out of her! Her labia fused together just in time to act as a net and catch the mutating ovaries as they swelled bigger and converted to testicles. Her labia also advanced forward and enclosed the base of her penis before finishing its conversion to a scrotum so that it also formed the start of a sheath. As she thrust, the sheath advanced forward a bit more- fusing along the belly to hold the penis steadier. Pierre gasped as the penis enlarged inside of her, but took in way more air than she should have been able to. Her ribs cracked in rapid fire expanding her chest greatly in one burst as her lungs became huge- fed by her equally huge nostrils. She whickered again at the good feelings of her torso settling into its new size and her longer, muscular limbs holding it up now. She felt very sturdy, stronger than she did when she was a male human. Pierre bowed her head a bit though as her neck started to slowly lengthen and thicken- the longer they fucked the longer the bell kept on ringing. The cat managed to sleep through all of this, but it didn't matter because they were technically ringing the bell themselves. Pepper could no longer call himself a woman- his vagina closed entirely as the outer vulva reformed fully into stag genitals. His thrusts slowed a bit but became stronger, more aggressive as his penis grew to full size and the pleasure rippled out from it through his entire lower body in waves with each hit. Pierre's round muscular butt cheeks felt so good and perfectly fit into Pepper's groin. As his new scrotum settled in and relaxed, his balls started to gently slap Pierre's lower butt. Pepper's own limbs started to get longer and his shoulder blades turned forward more as they expanded. It put a bit of a strain on his ribs as the shoulders were disproportionate but his body quickly solved that problem. His own torso expanded quite a bit, the rib cage also expanding downward to obscure any human shape to it- even more so than Pierre. Pierre's horse torso was still sunken in toward the lower body- a stag is mostly barrel shaped. The expansion forced Pepper to take a deep breath without even meaning to- since the amount of breath compared to his new lung size was miniscule. There was no sign of breasts on Pepper anymore- even his nipples gone and fur started to bloom where they used to be. Fur spread up Pierre as well like a shadow- but the black fur was ultra-fine and hid nothing. Pepper's fur grew in longer, just slightly on the shaggy side. His soft grunts were sounding more hollow and animalistic as his voice lowered a bit. He could feel his heart growing in size, the stronger beats hammering in the thick veins in his swelling neck. It grew wider and longer, putting pressure on the spine before it too popped and grew another segment longer and then resumed building pressure for the next pop. Both of their transformations seemed to synchronize as they approached the end, as the fur advanced up their larger necks, blood pressure welled in their heads and their skulls started to expand. Faster than the rest of her head, Pepper's mini antlers quickly started to bloom, the tines forking and spreading out like the roots of a tree. The antlers gave off a dry, grinding sound from their rapid growth, but Pepper had very minimal feeling in them. Most of the sensation was concentrated in their base where it was a constant outward movement, like her bone was being stretched outward but just kept going and going. Their ears both took the same leaf shapes and flicked forward and back instinctively to test the new grown muscle- Pepper's ears were a bit longer, but not by much. Pierre's long hair continued down the longer neck completing the mane of slightly wavy hair. Pepper was a bit more disgruntled at the sight of his blood red hair falling away. His fur was unable to match it, but his hair did still influence it. It was not brown nor red but rather a halfway between the two. Pierre's teeth started to get bigger, putting pressure on her jaw and then forcing her entire face out. The bridge of her nose started to expand rapidly as it stretched out, and the soft curve of a few veins became visible across the taught skin of her growing face. It paused a moment when she had an almost oval shaped skull, and then resumed a moment later but this time her teeth did not grow any more. Her face stretched out and pulled a gap between her front and back teeth, and made her skull much longer and narrower. Her entire body seemed to be converted! She was not especially big and her face was very chiseled- a lean race horse- a thoroughbred! Her glasses were sort of just perched on her muzzle- obviously the arms did not reach anywhere close to her ears in this form. Pepper's glossy black nostrils and lips joined at the front as his head expanded, but not quite as large as Pierre and quite a bit narrower. Inside of his mouth his teeth remained relatively the same size, but as the jaw extended a gap formed, even longer than Pierre. Aside from the teeth at the very front of the mouth for clipping off plants, all the rest of the teeth are at the back leaving a considerable gap in the middle of the jaw that had nothing in it. He let out a few distressed reverberating bellows as his face finished stretching. Pierre was going to ask if he was ok, but it came out as a neigh. They had both been making animal sounds involuntarily already, but only now did they realize they were actually unable to make human sounds! A slight skip of a beat in their hearts as a briefly lived spark of worry hit them as it occurred to them they had both just lost- they were fully animal! Even a fully formed stag cock was too narrow for a mare's ravenous pussy, so when Pierre felt Pepper approaching climax quickly as their transformations finally settled in, she straightened her front legs. Standing up on the edge of the bed shoved her ass into Pepper harder, and she pushed back more and more. Because of their now inflexible spines they lose their balance thanks to Pierre's aggressive thrusts and they toppled backwards! Pepper landed on her ass and Pierre landed in her lap, slamming the cock in with the force of her entire body weight and her body went rigid as she came! Her pussy rippling wildly in orgasm, soaking Pepper's balls in her hot juices sent him over the edge and he gripped her back as best he could as he came into her! Both their irises expanded, hiding the whites of their eyes, and Pierre's pupils stretched sideways as they finished. They both fell back, poor Pepper getting the breath knocked out of him as Pierre landed on him, and then they rolled to the side. The two animals remained on the floor spooning each other while they caught their breath. Pepper was entirely red-brown in color. Pierre was black with white booties, a white diamond on her forehead, and a white splotch that covered the front of her face- her lips were candy pink where the spot overlapped them. Her hair however was a charcoal grey on her mane and tail. Their minds raced trying to think of some excuse or solution to their problem. Pierre figured she was done- there was no reversal she knew, and she was fully transformed so there was nothing left to do but wait till Lancelle reversed it. Pepper however pivoted his ears around trying to hear the ringing. The cat was gone- when Pierre started to thrust back aggressively she woke it up and it hopped down and left the room. Pepper had to find the cat! That was his only chance. Lancelle is the only one monitoring them, he is only human. He needs to rest, to eat, to sleep, to go to the bathroom- he can't be watching them all the time. If Pepper changed everyone else into a full animal before Lancelle noticed he failed- it will technically be a tie. He has no way of proving who turned first if he did not see it. Their romp had already unknowingly doomed Chad too however. Stuck in Pepper's room on her bed he could hear the bell ringing across the hall just fine through the two half open doors. Even if Chad had tried to run out of range of the sound he would have turned the rest of the way before he got there because he would be dragging balls almost as big as his body, each. Chad was already so far turned he was a full mouse by the time he even squirmed onto his feet again. He turned into a little field mouse, so his entire body was about the size of a golf ball- while each testicle was about the size of a baseball. He dragged his giant nuts on the blankets behind himself to the edge of the bed. There was a time his body could have fit this bed. Now the top of the bed was like an entire open field to him. He looked off the edge of the bed like it were a tall cliff. How was he going to get down? He would either splat on the floor from the distance or worst case scenario- land on his balls and WISH he had splat on the floor. Chad was unaware that mice can dislocate most of their bones to fit into extremely small spaces- or suck up impacts that would have otherwise broken bones. He would definitely wind himself, but he would actually survive a fall like that just fine as long as he was ready for it. His tiny eyes caught the glint of the cats eyes though. It was walking out from Pierre's room and spotted him through the gap in the door. Chad did not have to worry about the cat anymore though, he was already fully gone- no human left to lose. His heart beat a little faster however when he realized how the cat was looking at him. He is a mouse now. Cats and mice don't get along. Chad quickly got away from the edge of the bed and the cat bolted at him the moment he moved! The cat jumped up and hooked its claws on the edge to pull itself up but Chad had vanished from sight! It seen a lump moving under the sheets and pounced but Chad had already moved again. He was in BIG trouble. Thanks to his balls he was three times as big of a target and moved three times as slow as a mouse should be able to. He moved under where the blankets were bunched up the most trying to hide his movements as he headed towards the head of the bed. He was going to try to slip out and use the pillows as cover to try and jump off the side of the bed and maybe hide under it in hopes the cat gives up and leaves without eviscerating him. He seen the light at the end of the blankets and the second he slipped out he seen the cat's face right next to him, waiting patiently. The cat wiggled its rump as it prepared to pounce just as Pepper's stag hoof hit the bed and pushed the mattress down so fast from his weight that it yanked both the cat and Chad toward him! Stage 5; 125% + 125% + 125% ... 375%?! He lowered his cold wet nose to them, letting out a hot gust of air with a snort. He was going to use his size and his antlers to herd the cat toward the others, but seen Chad was here and already fully gone. That was good- that means he only needs to turn Katrina the rest of the way into a Brahman. When the bell rang though, something felt off. Pepper's ears flicked at the pleasant sound and a very subtle warm tingle in his body. Why did he still feel it? He nudged the bell with a hoof to listen to it again, and again felt the very gentle pleasure. He was already 100% deer, wasn't he? Why did he still feel like he could transform? Could... he still change? His tapered pink dick started to peek out of the sheath again at the prospect of feeling the pleasurable changes again. The transformation felt better the further on it went, not just because of the nature of the changes themselves. Once there was over 50% animal, human genes became the odd one out, so the body actually promoted the changes by sending pleasure signals during the changes- thinking that it is supposed to be an animal at that point. Now that he was fully animal his brain was not working on all cylinders. It would be inaccurate to say he had become dumb- he still had all his memories and intellect but was no longer able to freely access it. His brain operated on a here and now basis- he could not deliberately recall something unless he encountered something that directly sparked the memory. This also prevented any deep thinking or planning- his thoughts were shallow and brief so thinking of consequences was a bit beyond him at this point. More transformation, more pleasure... more cock? As soon as that though solidified, his dick quickly finished erecting itself in one hard throb. Pre started to dribble out as the cock started to vibrate from its rigidity as it stretched longer and longer! He gently bucked his hips absentmindedly at the sensations and his swinging balls stretched the scrotum lower as they grew in weight and size. The cock stretched at a slow and steady rate, but its girth also increased very subtly with each throb- less consistent than the forward advance. His eyes sparkled with an aggressive giddiness as he looked at Chad as if to say 'look at how manly I am now- manlier than your microscopic prick'. A former woman was bigger than someone who was always supposed to be male! Pepper's thoughts kept flashing back to the feeling of his cock sinking deeper and deeper into Pierre. Chad was only half paying attention; his own hips were starting to rock even though he was laying on his back from being knocked around. Pre was dripping from his own tiny cock in a constant stream- the ringing of the bell was causing pleasure to build up. He could feel an orgasm slowly approaching, he would finally get release! The pressure started to return too though! His body had slowly been relaxing a bit as it stretched around the immense load in him but he was returning to rock hard tightness! Getting aroused was causing his body to brew ANOTHER load of cum even though he was already overfull of it! His balls were getting a tiny big bigger- barely noticeable from the outside but very apparent to him. Pepper's own nuts hung low in his scrotum, almost the size AND weight of bowling balls, as his cock continued to throb bigger. He shuffled over to line it up with Chad and used a hoof to press his giant shaft down onto the groove of his overtight balls and then gently thrust. It was like getting a tit fuck... except with testicles. As the pleasure spiked, so did his desire and the sound of the bell resonated that much more with him, causing his cock to surge in size! An electric, almost numbing pleasure fired into the shaft where it made contact causing him to bellow loudly in surprise! Chad felt the hot skin surround him entirely and then his point of view completely changed, causing his thoughts to spin. Chad had actually vanished entirely! Pepper's cock absorbed him! Thoughts in first and third person clashed over and over as he furrowed his brow trying to understand. He kept wondering where he had gone, but he is himself? Pepper and Chad had become... Chapper? Both their bodies and minds had mushed together, so he could not even identify himself! He had memories of looking down at Chad and looking up at Pepper! Before he could even begin to figure out what had happened, the absorbed traits from Chad's former body started to equalize with Pepper's. The base of his tail started to grow out longer, the fur quickly covering the new length, but at the thinness of his body- so the end was still a large triangular poof. He shifted his weight back off his front legs as growth built up in his front hooves, but then his back legs buckled from a surging pleasure in his loins- forcing him to sit down on his butt entirely. He felt like he was having an orgasm but nothing was coming out. His dick still grew slowly but steadily, thick veins becoming visible down the entire length! Chap's eye grew wide as he seen the curvature of his balls rising. He thought 'not again' and 'not me too' at the exact same time. Already as big as bowling balls to start with, they swelled to medicine ball size, then beanbag chair size! Thick veins throbbed across the surface as the scrotum yanked tight. He had to straighten his back and rest his front hooves on the curvature of the balls because they were becoming as tall as he is in this position! His front hooves were changing too though- each finger getting longer and the bone structure adapting more joints. The dew claws grew long enough to match his main two toes, creating a structure that was almost like four fingers- two on top and two on the bottom. His ears also became rounder, and his front teeth became large and bucked- but those changes were hard to notice over the alarming pressure in his balls. His tail became large enough that the bushy triangle at the end would brush the floor if he stood up before it stopped. His giant cock started clenching in throbs as it would between streams if it were climaxing, and it still felt like he were having an orgasm even though he was not. He grabbed his shaft with his two faux hands and he could feel his taint swell out with pressure before the pleasure increased even more from the touch, and every other sensation in his body went numb to the strength of the pleasure. He almost felt like he was about to faint before a solid stream of white connected his dick to the roof, slamming into it hard enough to spray out in every direction, and the stream was completely uninterrupted for several seconds before it gave an almost achingly hard throb and blasted another stream! Chapper bellowed over and over at the strength of the surges as the high pressure blasts fired out one after another- each one slightly lower down as the pressure decreased. The entire bed, the end table, the dresser, half the roof and the entire far side wall was absolutely painted in cum by the time it stopped. The gigantic balls had relaxed back into soft beanbag chair sized- still plenty large enough to drag on the ground when walking. Chapper stood up a bit wobbly. His faux fingers still ended in hoof segments so he could still use them as cloven hooves and hands. His balls were so large they pushed his legs out as far as they could go so his walk would be a waddle at best, and since they dragged on the ground he would have to be careful how he stepped so he did not step on his own soft scrotum. They were still very heavy- he could not orgasm long enough in a single go to release it all, so he had only removed enough to make them feel like they would not explode if they made contact with anything pointy. His cock was so big it actually matched the length of his entire body if he bowed his head forward(not including the antlers). That much had been his own doing though- that was not the fault of their accidental fusion. If anything, Chad's tiny mouse size restrained their growth. They had no way of knowing- Lancelle actually had no intention of turning them back to normal. In fact, against regulations he had removed the limiters on the transformation itself. Pepper had been approaching 110% deer when they fused- willing more into his cock. The reason they merged is because both of them made contact while they both were trying to deliberately change themselves more for their own reasons. There was technically no limit to how badly they can transform so technically their 'test' never ended. The only true limitation was their mind- if they transform so far that they basically break themselves mentally, the spell will no longer function, because it relies on their thoughts and behavior. Hearing all the commotion however, Pierre softly trotted into the room, eyes immediately glued to the giant cock. Chap was still working with a full tanker of spunk so his dick did not go soft at all and remaining thudding itself against his chest as he carefully turned and seen Pierre. Seeing the sleek, fit body of the mare and her small black tits between her legs, Chapper's balls lifted just far enough off the ground to make a loud thud as they slammed back down, and his cock spat a short stream of pre between the two animals. They stared at each other for several moments before Pierre dashed forward, folded her front legs and practically slid under Chap's front legs with her long equine mouth sliding down the huge shaft! Because her mouth was so long, she could take quite a bit of dick in her before it interrupted her breathing. Her clit throbbed outward and held for longer and longer, connecting her pussy to the floor with long strings of salty lube. She needed it in her too badly to do foreplay! Without pulling herself back, Pierre stood up, shoving her head and neck against Chap's chest. She reared up, tossing him back against the bed and then he slid down fully on his back as Pierre walked over him. The cat stood up on the bed in fear of one of the larger beasts crushing it with their sudden movements, and its ring sounded out. Chapper stared at the black mare tits jiggling softly toward his face as Pierre stepped over him, then stopped and sat back on his cock! Pierre nickered and flared out her lips in pleasure as she slid back nearly to a stop. With a few grunts she shoved herself back using the floor on either side of Chap to brace herself, and managed to get a bit more cock in her. She looked down past her udder and seen at least a foot and a half of dick still outside! It was too big to fit even in a horse- even though Pierre was a bit bigger than Chapper. Pierre skewered herself on it again and again, jiggling her tits with each drop giving Chap a nice show. She loved being so big and strong, but wished she could take more of this cock in her! The cat took his chance now that they were distracted, to jump to the floor and dash out of the room. The ringing turned those thoughts of Pierre to pleasure. Her muscles twitched against the tingling pleasure in her body, and swelled. The divot between muscle groups deepened, muscles bulged bigger and veins became even more noticeable as the skin pulled tight. Her limbs, her body, her neck, even her ass swelled with more muscle! The hair on her fetlocks started to grow out long. Her entire body started to grow bigger as well as more muscular! Inch by inch, more and more of Chap's cock slid inside as the pussy grew bigger and bigger! Each time Pierre dropped that gigantic ass down in his lap the floor below boomed from the weight! He was starting to get a little nervous she was going to break his hip. Her massive taught ass cheeks bumped his giant balls and caused them to bounce forward and back in the scrotum while her tail tickled it. Chap was really starting to worry, wishing he would cum soon- not just to relieve the pressure finally but to get away from Pierre, since she seems to have completely lost control. She used to look like a lean race horse- now she looked like a behemoth work horse, and was quickly going beyond the realm of... well, any horse. Her ears started to brush the roof! Her mane grew longer and cascaded down the side of her neck and hung over her huge equine pectoral muscles. Her neck was as thick as a trash can! Her front leg and shoulder muscles bulged so far out it looked like she was on steroids. 125% horse. Chapper made strange hollow, grumbling cries trying to talk, trying to tell Pierre to stop letting the transformation go. It was no use though, Katrina was the only one who could still speak- Chap had no way of snapping Pierre out of it. Luckily for them all- the cat was gone now to the end of the hall connecting to the banquette hall. Without the sound of the bell Pierre's changes slowed to a stop, simply because there wasn't enough magic to keep it going, not because she actually wanted to stop. The relief that Pierre wasn't going to crush him to death amplified Chap's pleasure and he bucked into her and came explosively. The orgasm was long and again extremely high pressure- his balls shrinking down in size again. Once finished, his balls were about the size of a medicine ball each- this was as small as they could get now. His scrotum had a lot of empty skin bunched up below the balls now- it would take some time for the skin to tighten it back into shape after having been so badly stretched. Finally free of the extreme need to empty out, Chapper stood up quickly on all fours again, remembering Pepper's plan. The amount of time that passed since she fully turned had now been so ridiculously long there was no possible way Lancelle had not seen them already- but that part was too complicated for Chap to think about. Pierre stood up, breathing heavily with a blissful, almost drunken look in her eyes as she wobbled in place and then just fell over entirely. She hit the ground so hard all the furniture in the room momentarily left the floor. Chap shook his head at her, seeing she was fine, just tired. Something about her transformation really triggered her and sent her off the deep end. Chap glanced at his retracting penis and wondered how close he had also come to doing the same thing with his dick. It formed several fat pink folds of flesh around the front of the sheath in a big bunch, and then the wide tapered point of the shaft itself in front of that in the middle. That was as far back as it could possibly go; the sheath was already overfull- he grew his dick, not his body so there was nowhere to stick it all when it wasn't being used. Chap knew he had to hurry and find Katrina and end this madness by failing her. He approached the cat quickly, lowering his head before the cat could react and used his antlers to scoop it up and carry it! Kat was in the banquette hall, eating still more. She loved the feeling of being milked, of being full and then blasting the pressure out. She ate until her udder filled then pressed on it to blast out the pressure, feeling like a sort of udder orgasm. Now she was back eating again- never gaining any fat; her body immediately converted any excess food into milk instead of fat reserves. Chap had not seen her since she gained her glorious mega mammary. It was too hard to get up and stay sitting straight in a chair because of her new body shape, so she was on all fours while she ate off the table, pulling the tablecloth to slide more food to the edge so she could reach. Katrina paused when she seen Chap. "Oh... my... God. W-what happened to you?! Pepper, is that you?" Chap walked up to her and half nodded. It was... sort of Pepper. Chapper could tell, because he remembered Pepper wanting to ask Chad if his favorite cheese was 'Chadder'. He slowly circled around Kat, who blushed brightly, knowing what he was looking at. "Yea. I transformed more too. It's... not too bad." She lowered her voice to almost a whisper. "I kinda like it..." Chap bowed his head a bit, deliberately ringing the bell of the cat in its antlers as he nudged his cool wet nose against the udder. Kat giggled at the touch on her sensitive mass and stepped aside a bit to escape the cool surface. She hummed in gentle pleasure and was too focused on what Chap was doing to notice- but Chap himself seen her arms starting to bulk up to better match her already bovine legs. Brahman were not especially big cows, so her overall size probably wasn't going to change much- which actually meant she was closer to the finish line than expected. Chap bowed his front legs and ducked low enough to take a teat in his mouth and suck. "Haaah- aaah~ I-I-I see you... like it toooh. A-aah... muh!" Chap DID enjoy it greatly, but that wasn't the reason he came here. He gently wobbled his head back and forth, ringing the bell softly over and over. Even though Katrina could hear the bell clearly, her brain did not register the sound at all- it was not loud or abrupt enough to snap her out of her revelry. He pressed his nose into the soft surface of the udder as he sucked, pushing as much of his face into the plush surface as possible to feel the warm rubbery flesh against him. He could drown in an ocean of this and not mind a bit. He seen her legs tremble from the pleasure and quickly moved forward, putting his faux hand under her side as she slipped on the tile floor of the banquette hall and almost fell on her side! She was too heavy for Chapper to hold up with his quadruped posture, but he was able to ease her down gently at least. Her udder felt great normally, but the only reason it felt good enough to literally knock her over is because the pleasurable changes the bell was inducing. With each of her rapid breaths her chest got a tiny bit bigger- a pop could be heard inside every few breaths as bones re-set. Her body had been entirely nude except the tassel on her tail till now, but finally from her tail up ultra fine fur began to spread. White around her hooves, her belly, and around her nose, but everywhere else it was a blue-grey. Chap nudged her over onto her back completely and finally popped off her teat- watching her udder wobble back into place as the teat flicked back. He stepped over her, so his freakishly bloated but still flaccid dick flesh was close enough to the backside of her udder that she could feel the heat. He was looking her right in the eyes, trying to communicate as much as possible without any words. She got progressively more breathless, letting out moans that were more like breathy 'muh's. Kat was already breathing heavily when her chest started to expand, which expanded her lungs which would have made her momentarily breathless even had she been breathing normally so her body was having a hard time catching up. Her voice was getting even deeper- and slowing down as it became harder to use like she used to. "Oooh... wuait.. I... I'm gettung m-muuoar cooohw. W-we shouuuld stop..." Her front legs were getting pushed farther apart by her growing torso, preventing them from moving around like arms at all. Chapper lowered his bushier chest fur down to the surface of the udder while not breaking eye contact. "O-ooouuh. Yuuuh thuunk oooh shouuuld gut muuoar bug?" Her words were getting harder to use, her tongue was getting too big to move around easily. Chap took another step forward and silenced her attempts to question the situation by kissing her. Chap's lips tasted sweet still from the milk he took. They were both surprised when Chap quickly found his entire mouth completely filled! Her tongue grew tremendously in size! He gently pulled back, sucking on the tongue as he popped off and would have probably chuckled at her appearance if his vocal chords could still do that. The tongue became fully bovine before her mouth changed at all, so only the last fourth of the tongue actually fit in her mouth! A cows tongue is massive and very thick. Her skull started to give off hollow pops as her face finally started to stretch out to accommodate the tongue. Her neck needed a little more and then her head structure- the last human things she had! Yes, Chapper had almost done it, just a little further till she was all cow! She let out long gentle moo's now, but the growth seemed to be stuttered. Chap narrowed his eyes at her. Was she... resisting? He glanced back as he thought she was trying to knock him off of her with her leg but realized that was not her leg pushing on his underside! She wasn't resisting the changes- she was redirecting them! Her udder was getting even more giant! Even laying on her back the top curve stuck far enough up to meet Chap's stomach while standing on all fours over her! The soft flesh started to billow out to the sides so much it was starting to wrap around her legs! Chap wanted to try to do something to dissuade her from going beyond 100% cow, but the feeling of the hot udder flesh on his belly was so distracting. It was soo soft and smooth. Its curve started to push against his dick, the middle against his chest. There was so much it started to lift his weight- she was picking him up with her tits! In spite of their weight and bulk her teats started to stand straight up erect from the milk pressure within! Chap couldn't help himself, even still fully flaccid he started to thrust against the back of the udder, his body curling over the top of it and hugging it with his faux hands. Khap's body rippled a bit and undulated, occasionally losing a bit of its shape like it was a goo mold trying to hold its shape. Chap's faux handed arms emerged from in front of her existing front legs, causing them to pop and re-set a bit farther back. Two antlers quickly erupted from her forehead, but only forked once- remaining rather small. Her front teeth got a bit bigger but were unable to take more of a rodent shape, making them more like the buck teeth of a donkey. All of her limbs started to get a bit taller- deer were taller than most cows. The tassel on the end of her tail started to get bushier, and her tail itself got even longer, causing it to drag on the ground some distance- too long to lift properly. She rolled onto her legs trying to get up, but the giga udder was so large she only got onto her four front legs. Khap lowed loudly as two large, stiff objects rolled through her pelvis and popped out abruptly- her outer labia quickly filling with two testicles which started to grow in rapid surges, stretching the labia larger and longer. First the size of baseballs, then ostrich eggs, then cantaloupe, then stopped when they reached basketball sized. Her actual vagina remained unchanged behind it. She bucked her hips a few times, lowing at the feeling of the large balls spanking the back of her udder. Her body stiffened a moment later though when her clit started to stretch and bloat! Bigger and longer, her clit inflated out as thick veins started to pulse along its surface feeding it more and more blood, stretching it longer as her urethra shrank and closed up in her vulva- and re-emerged as a tube running up the inside of her clit, trying to catch up to its overall growth into a penis. The cock grew at a straight downward angle, quickly reaching the bottom of the scrotum. It traveled along the soft groove of the back of the udder and then grew around the lower curve. It kept getting bigger and bigger, fed by the vast majority of male desires. Once it grew halfway around the underside of the udder, it throbbed powerfully and yanked up on the udder! Oh, that's how she can get up! Khap deliberately tensed the muscles to make it pull tight, and the cock yanked up on the udder to help contain the soft mass as he scrambled up onto six legs, then released to let it relax back down. Even fully standing with her six longer legs, the udder fully rest on the floor under her. There was absolutely no way to move without dragging it. She could still feel the flesh being pushed aside though as the cock continued to get longer, inching its way around the udder till it popped out the front, growing in an upward curve from the bottom of the udder and stopped a few inches short of her first set of front legs. It would be longer than her entire body like it was on Pepper, but it had to curve all the way around the udder causing it to fall short. This also meant that her dick was dragging on the floor as well unless it was flaccid- and it had no sheath at all to return to, so even totally limp it would hang in the open. Khap slowly shuffled around, not sure what to do now. The test was... over right? Everyone was animal now- they had all failed. Though since it was presented as a last man standing... Katrina won- she was the last one to fully change. Granted she was also the last one to get sabotaged by her fellow students. She had fully given in to the pleasure of her udder rather quickly though- the only reason she did not fully turn sooner was simply because the cat was preoccupied elsewhere. It had ultimately come down to luck. Khap groaned and then grunted and snorted loudly at a strong pressure of one final change. Chad getting absorbed into Pepper only passed traits and persona because he was very tiny- Chapper into Katrina however had a lot of extra mass to get rid of, not just traits. Khap's entire body rumbled and started to grow, putting her eyes level with the banquette hall table and then over it. The hump on her back grew bigger, causing her to hunch forward and the dewlaps on her neck grew a bit longer. When she finished, even on all six legs the peak of the hump on her back put her at eleven feet tall- making her overall body mass equal to a large elephant or a whale. If the building had a basement, Khap would have fallen through the floor. If she tried to go upstairs she would just walk through the stairs- the steps would collapse completely as soon as she put weight on them. She looked over at the hall leading to the bedrooms as Pierre walked into the banquette hall, baffled by the sight. Her muscles twitching a bit from the last ring of the bell- she still wanted to become even more horse, but the sight of Khap sort of spooked her straight. Her eyes widened at the sight of the cock drooling pre and took a step back. Khap took a few shuffling steps forward, shaking her head gently in warning. The cock throbbed so needily... she can't hold herself back. She has Chap's memories- she knows what its like plunging into that equine pussy! Professor Lancelle stepped into the banquette hall from the kitchen area- the locked doors that lead to the rest of the building. "Ah, it's beautiful. Watching the breaking point. Where it's too tempting and feels too good to resist, even if it costs your humanity. And then watching the subjects keep pushing while struggling with their own conscience, pushing further and further till there is nothing left. Till they become a mindless abomination only capable of self-indulgence." He motioned back towards the beasts. "Oh- please, don't pause on my account. I know you want to feel each other's bodies. You can, if you fuse again. And then yours will be the only voice left- no one to tell you no when you ring the bell and go deeper." Khat wanted to stop, but her cock throbbed with such agonizing pleasure- it needed to be inside someone, every moment it spent outside a pussy was another moment it wasn't fulfilling its purpose! She walked slowly, almost as if being dragged by an unseen force. She wanted to question Lancelle, to tell him off but even if she tried, she has no human voice to speak anymore- she already gave that up. Pierre wanted to get pounded again too, and to grow bigger and stronger. She wanted to be so big that she could slam Khap's entire body into her throbbing pussy! Her eyes momentarily focused on the glasses still sitting on her long face- a remnant reminder of her failed humanity. Pierre bolted toward the bathroom hall, to get away from Khap. Khap started to rush forward without even thinking- entirely on reaction, but her movement was more like a scrambling since so much of her dragged against the smooth tile floor. She bowed her head as she dragged herself forward and accidentally caught the collar of the cat with a tine of her antlers- ripping it off the small critter entirely! Both Khap and Pierre paused and looked at the broken collar in surprise and then to the cat. The black cat very slowly turned around to glare at Lancelle as its eye narrowed. It jumped up toward the table and exploded into a cloud of black vapor as a naked man landed in its place on the banquette hall table, his dick flopping around in the open as he pointed a finger accusingly at Lancelle. "You wretch!" He raised his voice so all could hear him. "I am Professor Lancelle! THAT is Damian, formerly my greatest pupil!" Damian shrugged, slowly walking toward the professor. "Former? Sorry professor, but you have to find someone better than me before you can strip me of that title." Damian chuckled as he approached casually. "Well, I guess the cat's out of the bag, hmm, professor?" Lancelle flicked his fingers and sent out a small cloud of flickering energy toward Damian but he quickly evaded. Damian hastily tapped a chair near Lancelle and it very quickly twisted and molded its shape into a large wooden snake and bit Lancelle's leg before returning to solid wood- locking his foot in place! Khap charged angrily at the imposter, but knowing she could not move enough to do it alone, Pierre rushed at Khap. Pierre ran full tilt, then collapsed her front legs to slide across the floor under Khap, then reared up with all her muscles to toss Khap airborne! The gargantuan beast slammed its full body weight into Damian before he realized what was happening and crushed him against the floor, knocking all the wind out of his lungs and breaking almost every one of his ribs. Khar rolled off and slid onto her side a bit bruised herself from the fall. Damian started to get up, coughing blood and gasping for air- but before he could get himself back off the floor Lancelle hit him with another gust of power and instantly Damian's entire body turned to stone! It took some time for everything to return to normal. Damian was imprisoned for his crimes quickly, but it took time to reverse all he had done. Not only did Katrina, Chad, Pepper, and Pierre need to be restored, but the police found five other people- two in the top floors of the mansion and another three at Damian's house fully transformed into creatures and imprisoned for his amusement. Professor Lancelle kept the four at the mansion and used a focusing crystal to divide and purify each of the four personas so they could actually watch and understand the process he used to fix them. It was a transformation class after all. He could not just poof them back to normal, it had to be done in steps in the reverse order they transformed in. Katrina broke off from Khap, then Pepper from Chap. Then the excess animal burned off as pure excess energy, then the animal regressed into a human, and then finally flip their genders back to normal. Apparently Damian was originally going to turn Chad into a woman and keep Pepper female, so they would be all female by the time it was done, but Chad's personality managed to even irritate Damian. He had been made -extremely- gay. To the point where his normal thoughts were repressed by an all consuming obsession with cock. His original transformation would have been into a jennet, but Damian changed it to mouse as punishment. Once the students had been restored, Lancelle sent them home for a week break. Once they were refreshed and settled down, they returned to the mansion- this time to study under the real Professor Lancelle. The guard at the arcane prison glanced at the stone Damian in the floor of the cell and huffed as he sat back in his chair. What an absolute piece of work. He furrowed his brow, lowering his coffee and then slowly looking back at the petrified man. Wasn't... he in a different position before?
(M tf demi-dog, Multiple M demi-animal, ball expansion) Dan wandered to the mansion overlooking the small town of Green Valley. The mayor was real excited to have the researcher Adel Hemlock move in to the place, because her career left her with an exuberant amount of money, and now that she is a free agent- she is spending that money to do her own private research. Dan did not pay it much mind himself, but, now his own job fell through because the bar he was working at up till now burned to the ground. Turns out all the spilled alcohol made its floorboards extraordinarily flammable. Now with no work options lined up fast enough for him to deal with bill collectors, he spotted an ad in the paper from Dr. Hemlock- looking for human test subjects. Adel was waiting for him already outside the mansion on the cobble path leading to its front doors, sitting in her wheelchair. "Welcome! We can get started right away if you are mentally prepared?" "We- well, about the payment... I just want to make sure I got this right." "I will cover the costs if anything unfortunate happens and we need to get it fixed- I find this an unlikely scenario. I have five other subjects already at various stages of the project and no one has had any problems thus far. You will be living here for the duration of the testing and I will provide food and all that, of course. You cannot however leave at any point- for any reason. These doors will not open for you till the test has concluded." "But the actual payment at the end..?" "You will be compensated for your contribution." "So the ad said- what exactly does that mean? That's not a number." "Well, average working wages, but there cannot be a specific number because I do not know how long the test will take- if it takes two days you get two days' worth of pay, if it takes two years you get two years of pay. It is a test- if I knew the exacts it wouldn't be a test anymore, would it?" "Alright." "Just... make sure you understand. When you go inside, you cannot leave again till this is done. And you have signed yourself up to give your body for my test." He nodded; Dan did not have much choice. If he didn't hand over his body for science, the bill collectors would have taken his body piece by piece for themselves- starting with his kneecaps. The top of the mansion is where the other subjects were currently staying, but because Dan just got here he was taken down into the basement. Adel paused her wheelchair at the top of the long stairs and the seat detached from the rest, sliding forward down her legs and cupping the back of them as she stood up. The handles then folded over the sides and the back flipped down to link both back and side panels together, allowing her to walk down the stairs- as her wheelchair also doubles as mechanically augmented legs. The basement is entirely full of lab equipment and many alchemical stations using a gradual infusion of local mana to enhance and project the natural effects of various materials- organic or otherwise- into liquid solutions. Adel gave him a quick injection and then motioned to a room at the back. "You can just hang out in there till it is done. There isn't anything in the room really, but the effects should be quick so you shouldn't have time to get bored. Once the initial effects have taken hold, you can move upstairs in the regular house with the other men." "You don't need to observe me or anything..?" "Oh, I do- but I do it remotely from the lab. Most people find the layer of removal helps them cope with embarrassment. The entire building is monitored from my lab." Dan sat down on the cot in the room- the only thing in the otherwise barren box. The room is entirely made of metal so it is rather aesthetically cold. Even the cot has no sheets or pillows. Dan was not sure he felt anything off or not. He was expecting something weird to happen, so he was sort of psyching himself out and twitching at nothing. What was going to happen? Is he going to grow scales, or an extra arm or something?! Hopefully something that can be reversed, or at least something that isn't outwardly obvious so people don't think he is some sort of freak. Dan shifted his sitting position a bit as he felt his taint push back against the stiff mattress under him and decided to lay down and just relax till the potion prevented him from relaxing. His taint stiffening progressed into his shaft as his penis slowly engorged, bending itself straight in his underpants and then sliding up. He wasn't thinking of anything in particular, and there was definitely nothing erotic about his scenery so it seemed weird to get an erection from seemingly nothing. Dan flinched and immediately stuck his fingers under his pants to scratch an itch on his groin over his penis but felt something off. He pulled his hand back to see his pubic hair- fallen out! He scrambled back up into a sitting position and yanked his pants down in the front, wedging the waist under his nuts so his balls held it down without needing his hand. All his pubes fell out- or more accurately; they were pushed out. In their place was a mat of new hair- a bit shorter, a lot denser, and freakishly soft... it is not hair now, it is fur. It spread from the base and consumed his balls as they rocked back and forth gently in the scrotum, getting a tiny bit bigger with every motion! The fur started to advance up his shaft as well, but as it did the skin of his shaft seemed to tense; recoiling from the feeling! His foreskin pulled itself back even further than it normally could simply by having an erection, and then pulled back even further! It bunched up at the base, compressing into much thicker skin as the fur consumed it entirely and stopped there- forming a sheath where there was once a foreskin! Dan moaned unintentionally at the sensation of his shaft sliding further out away from the skin that was once his foreskin. The shaft below a bit darker red. The thicker veins in his shaft seemed to spread out- becoming more numerous but also much thinner in the process. He also felt something like a knuckle popping, but from his lower back! His tail bone started to stretch out into an actual tail! It was growing the same golden fur as his crotch now had, but the hairs on the tail were getting much longer! His shaft started to swell up thicker in the middle which put pressure on the corona of his glans- because his glans did not expand with it. The shaft under it pushed up and out enough to completely equalize with it, hiding the ridge entirely before the pressure increased enough to pop it in reverse! The glans of his penis were now concave, not convex! But his dick felt like it was trying to erect itself even more, even though the skin was already at its limit! The growing pressure was concentrated into his urethra alone, and it slowly started to rise up, pulling a bit of the skin up around it to create a rounded conical protrusion! He recognized that shape from people's rowdy pets! That is a dog's penis! At the realization of what happened, and the changes having stopped- his penis started to soften slowly and return to the sheath now. His balls were almost twice the size they were before too- his scrotum now filled to be quite snug; they cannot roll around much anymore. Dan quickly looked back and sure enough- there is the golden tail of a dog wagging behind him. Why is it wagging?! Isn't that supposed to mean he is happy? He isn't happy. He also did not appear to be changing anymore either though. Just tail and genitals? The heck does that test? He heard the door open and looked over as Adel walked in. "Alright, if you want you can proceed upstairs. This will be all for the initial dose so you don't need to be in this uncomfortable box." "W-what did... is this reversible?!" "The dog traits? Yea. You never heard of transformative tonics? Hm, I suppose Green Valley is a pretty remote town from the capital." "So it is all reversible?" "Yea. It also isn't the test though." "W-what?!" "Well those tonics have been around for a while- there is nothing to test about those, haha. No, this is just the prep stage- the actual test potion is much more gradual." "So then what is-?" "Fertility! Male fertility and virility." "Oh." He nodded half to himself; that did not sound bad at all. "Wait, then why do I have dog junk?!" "Because I already have a human test subject, I needed to test canine males too." "Then why didn't you get an actual DOG?!" Dr. Hemlock laughed, patting his shoulder. "Because a dog can't sign a waiver of rights, silly! But you did." And with that, she led him back upstairs. Being a mansion- there are many rooms around the large building, so the other men were not around when Adel brought him up- each was off elsewhere in the house of cooped up in their room. Adel informed him that he would likely not see her much for a while- she had lab assistants to actually tend the needs of the 'guests', but Dr. Hemlock would remain downstairs in her lab observing everything remotely. Dan did encounter the others that afternoon at various points- wandering the mansion to see what there is to do. There is a very nice exercise room, a substantial library, an entertainment room with a television and a good collection of VHS, even a large indoor garden if you just want to shut your brain off and water plants. The dining hall was gigantic and several sections of the mansion converged on it. There was one bedroom upstairs and six downstairs- since there are six test subjects the upstairs master bedroom was filled with several beds and housed Hemlock's assistants. The six bedrooms downstairs were broken into two halls- either hall had its own bathroom. Dan first encountered Lance, who has a thin tasseled tail- by tail alone he could not guess what species Hemlock had given him, but he wore a bedsheet tied around his hip because his genitals were far too colossal to fit under pants. Based on that alone, Dan was able to deduce Lance has the genitals of an elephant- though because his torso is still human, the testicles are external still. Next was Peirce whose corkscrew tail was so short it was barely visible from under his shirt in the back- but the front of his pants filled considerably not by cock but by enormous balls of a domestic pig. Clyde has the long flowing tail of a horse, so there is a good sized bulge in the front of his pants too. It was dinner time and when everyone gathered to the banquette hall for the meal that Dan finally seen the other two. He also saw the assistants too, since they were the ones serving the food. Lauren, Rael, Tiff, and Lucy- all quite good looking and looked to be early or mid-twenties... too young to be a researcher on-level with Dr. Hemlock. They likely aren't direct assistants to Adel, but more likely apprentices. With a sizable bulge in his pants; the only pure human subject is Norman... the bulge is likely the fertility part of the test kicking in, since his junk is supposed to be fully human. The last is Orwell, a quiet man who did not speak a single word through the entire meal and immediately returned to his own room after. Like Lance; he wears a sheet tied around his hips as his endowments are well beyond what any human clothing could possibly contain- but unlike Lance it was easy to tell his species from his tail- he is part Blue Whale. He has a dork under that sheet bigger than Lance's elephantine phallus. The biggest dick on the entire planet, in fact. The only television in the place was in the media room, not any of the bedrooms, so most of the guys took books back to their bedrooms if they wanted to keep to themselves, because watching television meant being around the others. It isn't that they were anti-social, but more the fact that they have giant animal genitals, which is embarrassing to be seen with. Dan was feeling really pent up by the time night came around, but since the test was on fertility he did not want to masturbate only to be asked to produce a sample a short while later and then not be able to. For that reason, he decided to go to bed early. He could ask one of the assistants about it tomorrow. His dreams were understandably erotic though, taking his horniness into the world of dreams with him. In the real world he was lightly humping his mattress, and his tail was wagging so energetically that he bat the blankets off of himself. His balls very slowly started to increase in size as well. The slack of his scrotum vanished, and the skin remained only loose enough for his balls to jiggle and bounce in their confines when he humped the bed. Eventually he woke himself up in the middle of the night, groaning and then very quickly jumping up to the side of the bed when he felt the wetness! Dan thought he had pissed the bed for a moment, before realizing it was pre cum... just a freakishly large amount of it. He groaned and placed his hands on the sides of his nuts- they felt so hot. He could almost feel the pressure in them beating against the base of his cock like water against a dam. Every throb of his hard cock it burbled up more salty lube. Now that his erection was so strong he also noted another part of his anatomy he missed on first glance- the sheath is bulging out massively by a knot barely contained inside. He was not used to feeling a scrotum covered in fur either, and idly pet his balls. His cock started to throb harder with each pulse. Dan was not even touching his penis, but the feelings were still slowly edging him closer. His tail was unconsciously wagging so fast it was fanning his back, preventing him from sweating. Dan's balls seemed to clench a moment on their own but then swelled outward in a short burst! A very long stream of precum oozed from his dick and the shaft started to vibrate. Dan was wide-eyed and his hands hovered off his balls now, afraid of setting himself off. He watched as his knot slowly started to slide out, and the moment it popped out of the sheath on its own his balls yanked into his crotch tightly and he absolutely erupted cum! He leaned back just fast enough that the first blast of cum did not hit him in his own face. He fired off rope after rope of cum and it took about a half of a full minute for him to stop! He never even touched his shaft, and he just exploded! Maybe that is why the bedrooms have tile floor. With a groan, his tiredness hit him even harder now and he decided to go back to sleep for now- worry about the mess tomorrow. He had to switch to the other side of the bed, since he soaked the first side with his lube. Dan ended up sleeping in to noon the next day, so when he woke up again he already felt pent up! Not quite as bad as the night before- he was not leaking profusely, but he did still feel quite full. Not wanting to erupt unintentionally at an inopportune time- he decided he better take care of it deliberately while he was here. His penis did not take long to coax out of the sheath, but he flinched back when he touched the shaft. It was a lot more tender than he was used to- because his penis wasn't used to sleeping in a sheath all the time before. He had to grip just the base through the sides of the sheath and use that to draw up some precum for him to use as lube before actually grabbing the shaft directly. He can't masturbate with dry hands, not with dog genitals anyway. As soon as the knot started to engorge he pushed the sheath down to pop it out quickly. The knot is twice as sensitive as the rest of the shaft, and shoving it down or pulling it up sends a hot wave of pleasure through his entire groin. Once it is fully out he grabs the knot between his middle and index finger crooked around the bottom and tugs gently up. The pleasure spikes so quickly touching himself there that it doesn't take long at all for his balls to release another massive load onto the floor- so he had to clean up twice the mess afterwards. In the banquette hall at lunch only Lance and Pierce were there- the others skipped. There is way more chairs at the long table than there are people in the mansion, so they all sit staggered apart. Dan has to sit further forward on the chair than he normally would so his balls are hanging off the front and not on the chair with him, because of their new size. So the test was on fertility... so he would be getting off a lot? Actually sounds like a good time- but he still doesn't know what the protocol is. Is he supposed to be getting off? While he was pondering this, he heard Lance groan and shift in his seat at the very far right side of the table. He had been sitting with a leg folded under him but shifted to put it down and when he did the table shook and hopped up off the floor for a moment! He must have an erection under there- his dick is so enormous it slammed into the bottom of the table with enough force to LIFT it. Lance blushed and spoke in his very deep voice. "S-sorry." The touch against the table caused his erection to harden further, pressing again into the bottom of the table no matter what angle he held in his chair! He has bronze skin, a bit of a belly on him, but strong arms and a lot of tattoos- he looks like the type of guy you hire as a bouncer for a club. Lucy quickly skittered over to him from the door to the kitchen and asked if he needed a hand. Lance just blushed even harder and nodded. She helped him up and he had to try and shuffle the sheet around his hips to cover his shaft as he walked away, but because his dick is sticking straight out- you can easily see under the sheet still. Each of his balls are the size of a basketball at least and his scrotum is heavily wrinkled. His dick has a mostly blunt end on it, and a slight fold at the middle where it folds in on itself when flaccid. His sheath isn't very bulky since it's fully out. The dick itself is a bit longer than his entire torso, and as thick as his thighs! Elephant phallus are also apposable- he can control how it bends and move it around. Seeing Lucy help him though- that made Dan wonder. Dan raised his hand and waved toward Lauren still by the door to the kitchen. "H-hey...?" She hustled over to him- since he is sitting on the opposite side of the table. "Yea? Need a hand?" "Ye-well... what does that entail, exactly? I am not really sure on the protocol here. Do I need to be like, saving samples or something?" She shook her head. "No, we do that. We will collect samples when needed. You don't need to do anything really. If you get too full, you can just call one of us women and we will help empty you out~" "You're here to have sex with us guys?!" Lauren glanced away a moment. "Well... not sex. But there is more than one way to milk a stud." "When... do you guys need to take samples? Because I accidentally sort of already emptied out..." "Oh. Well, depends how the test results progress, but we are supposed to take one in two hours. It is okay- you should have another in you by then." After lunch Dan got a bit nervous, not sure what to expect entirely or what to do when the time came. Two hours passed by like two minutes. Normally he would only masturbate once or twice a week, so doing it just two hours after having already done it the same day seemed a bit much. He was not feeling pent up, but his red rocket was peeking from the sheath- unintentionally arousing himself by the thought of one of the women coming to tend to him. It also looked like his balls may have increased in size again by a bit- they were both about the size of a softball. Considering he is the last guy to have signed on, and was mixed with the smallest species- that was pretty damn big. When the knock on the door finally came, he almost jumped off the side of his bed in surprise. He had a book open but was too nervous and aroused to actually read any of it. It is Rael that stepped inside and quickly shut the door behind herself. She looks the youngest of the four women, and is adorned with a few tattoos and many piercings. She held up a small clear ball. "Alright big guy, we need a sample for the doctor to look at on a microscopic level, so I am going to need to empty those tanks." "Do I...?" She smiled and shook her head. "Just lay there, let me do the work." The ball is made of a flexible material known as Harvet- it is a type of memory material. The molecular arrangement only makes sense when arranged in this shape- so if you bend or even break the surface it will immediately mend itself, because this is the only shape it can be in without outside force interrupting it. That means his penis can penetrate the thin rubber like surface, ejaculate into it, and then the moment he pulls out the gap his dick created is gone, and his cum still trapped inside, since it is hollow. So it is sort of like a condom only more meant for storage and transportation of fluid mass rather than simply containing it for disposal. Rael gently nudged him back to lay on the bed and climbed up over him, then sat up to undo his pants, smiling at his package. Dan nervously wondered if that smile was because she liked what she seen, or she thought the canine equipment on a human looked silly. It was a strange thing to be worried about, since this isn't even his penis really, just another penis' shape forced onto him. He could feel his tail twitching under him, but it was luckily pinned under his weight and could not wag- THAT would be embarrassing. It did not take much to set that thing into motion. Rael gently cupped his balls and heft them, then gently wrapped her fingers around his sheath and pulled it up and down softly, causing his shaft to slowly slide out. He was aroused enough to immediately go hard without help- but his embarrassment was reigning it in. She apparently knew canine anatomy too, because she was also quick to lure out the knot. Once it was out however, she started to undo her own pants! Wait- didn't they say no sex? Well... technically it was Lauren who said that earlier, not Rael. Rael did look the part of someone who likes to break the rules. An amethyst jewel hung from a small chain in her belly button, then below that a bushy tuft of black pubic hair and a tight pussy with puffy lips- looking almost like it was pursing for a kiss. She held the tip of his dick up along his body, so she did not mount his shaft, but rather sat her plush labia down around his knot! Rael started to rock her hips back and forth, making him moan in pleasure! The knot felt impossibly hard- harder than his shaft could even get, throbbing in a sea of soft, moist flesh folds. Her body blocked his view- but his balls pushed against her lower labia every time they rocked up toward his crotch, and swelled a tiny bit bigger with each trip. The felt so hot, so... full. He groaned and his cock started to spasm erratically. Rael quickly grabbed the golf ball sized orb of harvet and popped it over the end of his cock! He erupted into it, and it immediately started to stretch out even with the first burst alone! By the time he finished cumming, the orb was the size of a honeydew melon in her hands! WOW, all of that was in him? After just having an orgasm only two hours ago?! The fertility treatment must really be working. When Rael told him he was a 'good boy' and left, he could hear another of the men groaning in pleasure down the hall before she closed the door again. They were all producing samples around the same time. Dan wondered how the women even collected on some of them. His junk was a completely different shape now but not really any bigger- meanwhile there was a whale and an elephant among them. How do you get off a dick bigger than your entire body?! At dinner time, Norman was the last to the table, and Lucy needed to help him to his seat. He is pantsless and fully nude from the hip down now- so Dan could easily see why. Though his penis looked like a normal seven inch human dick, each of his balls were nearly the size of a yoga ball. There is no room for either of them between his legs, so when he walks his thighs have to lift either testicle in order to move, causing his scrotum to slosh one way and then the other as he moves, which is why he needs help. All of the other men were uncomfortable looking at that. Norman was the first person here so he has been exposed to this the longest, but he was just normal human. If his nuts are the size of yoga balls, and formerly the size of chicken eggs... what is going to happen to Lance, whose balls are already the size of a basketball each before enlarging at all? When Dan finished dinner he went to the bathroom and thought about that himself. He almost sort of... felt pent up again. It may just be because it is hard not to accidentally give himself a boner, when there is so many things of a sexual nature to think about. He did not want to overdo it and masturbate if he did not need to. But it also felt great to cum so much. His penis started to slide out of the sheath as he looked at himself in the mirror of the bathroom, spaced out. If he does it- he should do it here so he doesn't have to clean up a mess too. But there is only one bathroom for three subjects, so he can't rely on coming here later or being in here for long. He bit his lip nervously for a moment, and felt his balls do a little hop in the scrotum, caving in and deciding to sit down and work one out. A fourth time in a single day- yikes, quite the increase. Dan was easily worked up and was almost disappointed by just how quickly he was able to set himself over the edge! Normally cumming into the toilet would send a few ropes into the bowl- the streams of cum this time hit so hard it blended with the water and turned the entire bowl solid white! When he flushed it moved in slow motion because the consistency was too thick to move normally, almost clogging it with how much cum was in it! He went to sleep that night feeling satisfied and emptied out, but... that feeling would not last too long. Like the night before his dreams were a blur of sexual concepts. At least this night he managed to stay asleep all the way till morning. But as he slept his balls slowly got a little bit larger again, making quiet gurgling sounds as their capacity increased and then filled. The next day Dan woke up and immediately had to masturbate again, dashing to the bathroom quickly to take care of it, walking a bit weird because he was not used to his nuts being so big so he was afraid he would accidentally crush them between his thighs. He heard some splashing and remembered there is a pool in the exercise room and decided to wander down that way to check it out. It is a large room with a curved roof that becomes the far wall- entirely made of glass panels so you can see the forest behind the mansion. Orwell is unsurprisingly the one in the pool right now- his whale tail makes it easy to swim, but harder to walk- it is so long that it drags on the floor when he walks. He is a tall guy but not muscular or fat so he is sort of just a bean poll. He is completely nude while swimming, since no swimming trunks are going to fit him. Dan almost thinks there is a second person in the pool with him, but it was just his giant half-chub dick tailing behind him. He seen Dan but did not say a word, again. Dan just started to pump some weights to pass the time, watching the clouds slowly drifting over through the glass roof. His attention was drawn back suddenly when Orwell groaned and splashed in the pool. That might be the first sound Dan heard him make. Dan looked over but then half-averted his eyes when he seen the giant pink pillar of meat waving in the air! Orwell was floating on his back now, his hips making micro-thrusts at his very sudden erection- but it wasn't induced by arousal. The very fat veins toward the base of the gigantic phallus seemed to dig further into the shaft, bloating out further up and the entire dork swelled larger as a result! Already an insane 6 feet long, it was stretching even bigger now! Whale phallus is mostly a tapered pillar, though there is a subtle fold at the halfway point as with any animal with an extraordinarily long dick. His dick size was not the only thing changing however- it was hard to tell through the rippling waves on the surface from his thrashing, but Dan could tell the amount of discolored skin on Orwell was increasing beyond just the base of his tail. Orwell quickly grabbed the side of the pool to steady himself and with quite a bit of effort he managed to drag himself back onto the floor beside it. His tail was almost three times the size it was before! It is so wide at the base it forced his legs apart and partially fused to them, causing his leg shape to change and devolve partially into flippers! The color of his skin was looking dark violet on his entire lower half- the skin of a blue whale is... well, dark blue- but his peach tone human skin is still blending with the color partially. He ground the base of his dick into the floor aggressively, trying to use the hard and cool floor tiles to punish the phallus and rein it back in. The veins at the base were stretched thin enough on the surface that they were looking like a pastel violet as well. At the side of the pool, his dick was so long that it took up all the room between him and the wall and was forced to bend sideways against the wall to find room. His scrotum is so smooth it is shiny, and held tight against his body- normally a whale's nuts are entirely internal, but since his torso wouldn't fit whale nuts; his are still external. Tiff scrambled into the room a moment later to tend to him, and quickly asked Dan if they could have a bit of privacy. He wanted to ask what was going on, but they seemed understandably flustered and in a hurry to deal with it, so he held his tongue for the time being and left the exercise room to them for now. Orwell suddenly became more whale... and more endowed- but that was likely just because he was more whale. An actual blue whale would be big enough to crush the entire mansion, so if he suddenly turned all the way- EVERYONE would be in trouble. Dan wandered to the entertainment room instead, and seen Lance looking rather intently at the television, leaned toward it with his elbows and knees touching. Lance almost appeared to be looking through the TV, lost in thought. Dan was trying not to look at the giant phallus draped across the floor in front of him. It was not entirely erect so it still followed the curve of the top of his balls, but still had enough length left over to fully rest on the floor- outside of his sheet's ability to cover. Because Dan was trying not to look at it, it took him a few moments to realize that Lance was actually growing! Not just his dick but his entire body was getting bigger! His nails became tremendously thick on his hands and feet, and the skin started to turn grey. Dan put a hand on his shoulder and gently shook him. "Yo, you okay man?!" Lance suddenly snapped out of it and sat up, looking around like he had just remembered where he was, then looked at Dan and nodded- still looking a bit confused. His size increase started to reverse just as quickly as it happened. While his dick and balls shrank back- his balls were still larger than yesterday even after the current increase was undone. Each ball was big enough to lightly touch the floor in front of the couch while he sat on the couch. His extremely girthy, soft shaft lay in the crevice between made of soft scrotal flesh strung between the balls like a cock-hammock. When fully packed away his sheath is so big around you could probably fit a fire hydrant inside of it. Orwell still has him beat at least twice over in dick size, but their ball size is about equal at the moment. "S-sorry." Lance shuffled over a few inches to the far side of the couch so Dan could sit on the near side. "Bit tired, so harder to keep my concentration." "What was that?! Orwell suddenly started to turn more whale too in the pool!" "Yea... right, you were the last one to sign on. Well, Adel used animal transformation potions on us, which normally turn you into the animal... but she only needed our genitals to change and nothing else. She found a way to isolate its effects, but it is against the potion's default function so... if you act or think more animal, you can turn further into one by accident. When you snap out of it, the features regress again to just your junk and tail." He sighed, leaning back further onto the couch instead of forward. "And it is harder for me, because elephant isn't that far off human, mentally. If I space out at all I can start to shift. Orwell lost touch a bit because he was in the pool- swimming around like a whale. Me and him turning can potentially be outright dangerous- since those animals are big enough to crush and kill people by accident." Dan was a little nervous about that- and knowing he could potentially turn more dog by mistake. "When... when does the test end? I mean, I know the fertility thing worked on me, and I was the last one on. Doesn't that mean we are technically done already?" Lance shook his head, flipping the channels. "The test is still going. It will continue till everyone stops changing, so it isn't about whether it works or not, it is about how well it works too." Lance huffed, glancing at Dan. "Which means technically we are all waiting on you. Because even if we stop enhancing- none of us leave till ALL of us can leave, so you need to stop growing too." After a while of watching TV, Lance also mentioned being a bit worried about Norman. He had trouble walking the other night because his balls had grown so enormous- and no one has seen him today at all. If they grew even bigger- he might not even be able to leave his room anymore! Lucy has also been missing all day- likely tending to Norman. If a purely human subject can get that big... what does that mean for Lance? Adel also said that the animal aspect is easily undone... she didn't say whether the fertility enhancement is reversible or not. What if their balls stay that size?! After a while a quiet squelching sound came from Lance's balls- the ribbing of thick flesh on his scrotum threatening to pull flat from internal pressure. He grunt and said he needed to find one of the attendants and left the entertainment room to Dan. When Lance walked, he grabbed his scrotum from the front and held it up a bit to give his legs room behind it. Dan looked nervously down at his own balls once Lance left. Did... they look bigger already too? When it happens gradually it is harder to judge the difference. He felt a bit full and easily aroused but chose to try and ignore it- he was nervous about unintentionally promoting the change. He liked the idea of more and bigger orgasms, but... there was a limit before it becomes unmanageable. Every time he touched his balls he could not help but pet them a bit- still not used to the fur coating. Dan started to leak a bit of pre, then became flustered remembering where he is. He glanced around- no one was around to see him right now, but there also is nothing in the room to clean himself up with. Seeing no other option to clean himself off before he messed up the couch- he used his fingers to wipe it off and licked it off his fingers. When he stopped though, he hovered his hands there in the light of the TV screen- noticing his nails are now black. Slightly more narrow, a bit longer, a LOT thicker, and solid black; he has the nails of a dog! Licking himself clean is a very animal thing to do. He quickly put his hands down at his side and stared at the TV. It would go away, right? He will turn back if he just doesn't do anything else dog- its fine. No one will notice a little thing like that. Dan ended up leaning further and further forward as time went on just like Lance had, just so no one happens to walk in and see his increasingly engorged dick. He was doing his best to distract himself with the TV, but he was still getting a boner is super slow-motion, as his balls felt more and more full. He felt them pressing on his thighs and thought they were just filling up, but that isn't really how balls work in the first place- they are filling up, but the reason they are pressing more on his thighs is because their actual size is also growing slowly. Peirce walked by after a while- they both muttered a hello but otherwise barely acknowledged each other. Unknowingly for the same reason- they were both distracted with unintentional arousal. Peirce was not staying in the entertainment room however- he was just passing through because the stairs up to the garden was on the other side. The garden existed on its own floor- a glass dome at the top of the building. The entertainment room, master bedroom, and library were on the top floor- so each successive floor is half the size of the previous one. Dan had to lick up several more dollops of pre to keep them off the floor. His balls were starting to do pull-ups in his scrotum and he could feel the weight increase as they flopped over the front of the couch and tugged on his crotch, which pulled on his sheath and made him feel every twitch of his shaft that much more. Dan finally gave in- not wanting to devolve his hands into paws by accident just to keep from making a mess. He got up and dashed back downstairs to go to the bathroom and empty out- hoping no one else was in there at the time doing the same thing. He passed Clyde on the way out, but did not think anything of it. He was actually on his way to the garden too- but neither he nor Peirce were there to smell the flowers. There is six subjects but only four attendants- who also need to do housekeeping, errands for Adel, and cook meals. The two had become so desperate to get off once that they turned to each other for help. Turns out Clyde is gay, and while Peirce previously thought of himself as straight- he is second guessing that now. Pigs already have very large balls for their body size, so by now Peirce's nuts were like pink beach balls! His scrotum was tighter in the back however, causing his balls to sit more naturally behind his legs rather than in front; since they definitely do not fit between. That made it easier for him to still walk than the others at this size. Peirce himself is ironically the lankiest person here-borderline gaunt- making the huge spheres the curviest part of his anatomy by far, and that much more obvious. Clyde is more true to the species he was mixed with- very muscular, though missing his right arm just below the shoulder- he has a metal cap over the scar, bolted straight through the remnant bone. He is an ex-city guard; forced to quit because his sword arm was bitten off by a Manticore. His skin is a dark brown, while Peirce is a rosen hue. Peirce scoot his pants off- his genitals already were outside of his pants perpetually anyway because they can't fit inside anymore. "I am still not... sure about all... this. But I need to empty out and... and..." Clyde chuckled in his gruff voice. "Who are you making excuses for, exactly?" "Well, I just... never did anything like this before, and the whole situation is... hnnngh." He danced back and forth on his trotters a moment, a lazy trail of pre connected itself from his dick to the floor. "J-just... give it to me." Clyde raised a brow, just now noticing that Peirce currently doesn't have feet. The skin on his legs blushed pinker than the rest of him now and his feet fully regressed into pig trotters- though his leg proportions are still human or he would be several feet shorter. This ham haunch was too tasty a morsel right now for Clyde to bring up a topic other than sex, so he ignored the animal trait for now. Clyde walked up behind him- his own pants long gone, already too big to bother trying to wear them at all, though he still wore a shirt, as did all the other men. They are the same height, but Clyde bent forward a moment so when he walked right up against the pig and stood straight again- his large equine phallus lifted up under him between his legs and pressed into the underside of Peirce's own shaft! Peirce's giant balls pressed into the pocket of Clyde's lap and prevented him from pressing completely up against Peirce, but felt great to rub the base of his shaft against. The skin is taught and smooth, so Clyde had to fight the urge to simply hump away at his scrotal-cleavage alone- like the male version of a tit-fuck. Because his cock has to travel between the balls and across Peirce's taint- even the enormous horse phallus can only reach as far as the end of Peirce's sheath in this position. Peirce's porcine penis is quite long itself, but very narrow, and the last third of the shaft has several spiraled ridges, making the dick itself resemble a corkscrew. Clyde gently rocked his hips, rubbing the two dicks together from below till Peirce was fully rigid. Peirce moaned and bowed forward, thrusting his giant balls back. Clyde chuckled again, thinking that if the man's balls were any larger, he could almost sit on them as a chair. Peirce bent over using the edge of a huge plant pot to brace on, spreading his legs so his giant balls bobbed forward as far as he could get them, almost sitting between his legs. The room is very well sit since it is the middle of the afternoon- the garden has no true walls, it is entirely glass. Since it is also the third floor, of a mansion that is already up on a cliff at the edge of the town- you can see the forest behind and the entire town down below; but the garden itself is too high up for anyone on the outside to be able to see back into. It is also a fairly safe place to do a little romp like this- because it is too remote for the sounds of their moans to be heard by others, and there are a short flight of stairs and then a ladder leading up here- if someone else were trying to get here, the two of them would hear them coming up the ladder first. Clyde placed his hand on Peirce's lower back, bowing his hips far back to line up the broad tip of his very large cock. The longer the dick; the harder it is to aim properly. At over three feet long, Clyde's dick gets places before the rest of him can. It is a near-black shade of brown across the balls, sheath, and lower half, but the area between medial ring and the corona has a large neon pink patch of skin on the top side of the shaft only- a steep contrast to anywhere else on his body, making it stand out like a sore thumb. The closest skin tone he has anywhere else is the inside of his hand, which is more of a dark red than pink, the rest of him is either brown or extremely dark brown. His balls were the size of oblong softballs by default, but that was two days ago now- NOW his balls are each the size of an oblong medicine ball and he loved the feeling of their weight when they swing! His scrotum is smooth and shiny like Peirce, but unlike Peirce the scrotum is much looser, so they can be swung around easily. As soon as Clyde thrusts in, their balls slap together with an audible plap and they both moan in unison. Clyde pulled him forward with his one hand and Peirce angled his hooves further forward putting his legs at an angle that let Clyde get his shaft in fully without grinding against the giant high-slung balls. Now Clyde's own bulbous nuts fit perfectly into the top pocket between balls and taint every time he thrust in, brushing the bottom of his balls along the back of Peirce's. They started to fuck with earnest, and the force of their thrusting together stirred the air- causing the smell to abruptly swap between flower scented, and masculine musk. Because their large balls fit so perfectly together, when they collide it makes a hollow pop sound as they clap together, like someone clapping with cupped palms. Peirce's hungry hole became sloppy wet very quickly from the amount of precum Clyde was producing- while Peirce unintentionally overwatered the plant he was bending over. Since his dick is so long and he is bent so far over, he bowed his head and managed to get the very tip of the porcine phallus into his mouth! Peirce was able to partially blow himself while Clyde stretched Peirce's ass around his massive cock like a living condom. Clyde smiled while breathing heavily and flicked the corkscrew tail on Peirce, watching it bounce like someone flicking a door-stop. He noticed the man's butt start to look shiny and the skin starting to blush pink. Is he... turning more pig? He felt the ass cheeks round out a tiny bit bigger and fatter with each thrust, which turned him on even more and caused him to thrust more aggressively, forcing Peirce to really brace himself hard. The aggressive thrusting took its effect on Clyde as well though- and the bridge of his nose popped and became much wider, his nostrils flaring huge! His hairline started to slowly tickle the back of his neck as it extended downward in a narrow line, forming a pseudo-mane. Clyde groaned as he started to jet precum almost like he was already having an orgasm, and his balls groaned quietly themselves as they increased slowly in size! Then Peirce's nuts did the same! They were practically taking turns growing in tiny surges. Peirce let the tip of his dick out of his mouth and groaned, drooling pre onto the floor- his stomach starting to feel full from the amount of his own liquids he has drank already! Peirce orgasmed first, having his prostate milked by the behemoth horse dong. His giant balls clenched up, but because they are much larger than Clyde; Peirce's balls cupped and pinned Clyde's balls to his taint! Having his testicles gripped by another pair of giant balls sent Clyde over the edge and he erupted into Peirce! The difference between the two is Clyde exploded like a garden hose turned on full, and after about 10 stuttered streams, he finally tapped out and fell back to catch his breath. Peirce on the other hand would not be able to stop for some time- his balls are both far greater in size and his penis considerably thinner. His cum ejaculated in spurts just like a human, but was a thicker consistency and he had an absolutely enormous supply... but can't remove it any faster than a human. Spurt after spurt, his balls bobbed up and down while his shaft vibrated, one minute after another. Peirce cannot stop cumming for a full seven minutes, and by then he is understandably exhausted and his leg muscles turn to jelly. And that is the least of its effects- pigs orgasm for a half hour or more at a time, so if he turns more pig and/or his balls get bigger, his orgasms are only going to get even longer and even more exhausting. Once they were both catching their breath, collapsed on the garden floor; Clyde's face made a soft crunching sound and seemed to collapse back into its human shape. The pink started to fade from Peirce's rump as it shrank back to normal and after ten minutes finally the bones in his lower legs started to crunch and branch apart- breaking up and returning the hooves back to human feet. Neither of their balls regressed however- the size increase there remained, because that was not an animal trait; that is the fertility treatment. Meanwhile Tiff finally got Orwell to his bedroom and wedged through the doorway- he is both larger overall and his enormous tail and de-evolution of his legs put them much wider apart, which forced him to squirm from side to side to get them through the doorway, because he cannot pull them in far enough for them to both fit at the same time. This awkward middle-form also prevented him from being able to lift his back half off the floor at all so he was essentially dragging himself... except his genitals also cannot retract into his body like on a normal whale, so he was dragging his weight over them too- so he had to be REAL careful. When Tiff helped him into bed she rolled him over so she could have access to his dork, and his weight caused the bed to stand up when he rest on it, and then the two bottom legs snapped off entirely- so the bed was partially broken and wedged under him and against the wall at a diagonal angle. Oh well, that was as good as they were going to be able to get that. Tiff shivered at the sight. "Hoo boy... big boy. Really, really big boy." Orwell grunt, trying to reach his own immense shaft from his laying position- the arch of it put it so high up over him that he could barely reach. Tiff slapped his hand lightly to keep it off. "N-no, let me. I can still do it... I think. I want to try! I am just... nervous." Orwell has long red-brown hair, but it is curly when it is shorter, so the length causes the curls to bunch up into large licks of hair, causing it to look completely wild and untamed. He has a tattoo of spell runes down the middle front of his torso- a necromancy spell; a deathweaver curse, if completed the spell will instantly kill anyone it is physically placed on. On his version the final rune is only partially written. It symbolizes how close to death anyone can be at any one time. The animal traits have caused any and all hair to fall out of his lower body- even the peach fuzz that normally covers the majority of the human body. His legs turning partially into flippers is not right for a blue whale- if he completely turned there would be nothing there at all... at least visible. A blue whale actually does have remnant leg muscles, but nothing really attached to them anymore- they had four limbs aeons ago, but they had long since been evolved away. Unlike most other species, the phallus of this colossus is actually the same dark blue-grey the rest of its body is. Because it is fully transformed by default on Orwell- it is the only dark blue flesh he has that completely lacks interference with his default peach flesh. His tail is so huge in his current state that it takes up the entire remaining length of the room and the fin is propped up on the opposite wall. His dork is even beyond that- now that his hips are larger to allow for a greater size his phallus itself has grown and it arches up, touches the roof, bends back down and the very tip is wedged sideways against the wall above his head! The very base of his cock is as thick as Tiff's midriff! His balls are held firmly to his body in a taught, ultra-smooth scrotum, and each orb the size of a yoga ball. He lifts his tail slightly at the base over and over, which bobs his giant nuts, and causes the very tip of his penis to rub against the wall. Precum oozes down the wall in a constant trail. It is almost sample collection time, so she might as well just collect now; she has a harvet orb in her pocket. Tiff strips naked entirely and Orwell watches silently. He wanted to just do this himself seeing how nervous she was- understandably intimidated as hell at the size of a phallus three times as big as she is. He was considerably less against the idea seeing her strip for him. Tiff seemed like the poster girl for a classic blond- obviously not dumb since she is Adel's assistant, but a bit of a clutz, busty and pretty, and generally quick to arouse. She hugged the base of his shaft, shivering again at the contrast of temperature. His cock felt so hot against her like it could almost burn her! She wedged the shaft between her large tits and could feel his heart beat inside of it, thundering against her own body- her own heart almost synchronizing with it. She shoved forward as far as she could, causing the end of his shaft to bend even further against the wall. She carefully climbed up, her body now holding it down enough that she could shimmy her way further up the shaft! It was like trying to climb a smooth tree! She looked down at him, giggling at the absurdity of the situation- both nervous as hell and aroused as fuck. She was at the mid-point of his cock, her back against the ceiling, looking down at him on the bed, being held up- easily- by his dick alone. She dropped the orb down for him to catch and place on the tip of his dick- since he is the only one who can reach it. Of course the orb is like a speck in comparison- he only needed it to cover the urethral opening to catch the stream, but he waited for now. It would need all the room it has to contain his cum, never mind his pre- they were going to see if it's possible to annihilate a havet orb with liquid pressure. When his cock throbbed, it pressed harder against her chest and caused her to exhale slightly, by squeezing her against the roof! Her tits wobbling at the top, her arms were down toward her sides, pushing a lower section of the shaft as hard against her bare clit as possible, grinding her hot box against him. Her legs are bend slightly trying to pinch him with her thighs while hooking her feet on the lowest portion and giving him a backward foot-job. Orwell groaned- his voice so loud it could be mistaken for distant thunder, though he still does not speak any actual words. He bucks his hips and the jets of precum increase in strength, causing them to splash out across more of the wall, as if trying to paint the entire wall in his juices. Tiff spoke sweet nothings between constantly kissing his shaft with her plump scarlet lips. "That is it big guy, use me~ squish me! Crush me under the weight of COCK! It is all I can smell, all I can see... all over me, burry me in it!" Even Tiff's movements became frantic; love-drunk off his musk and the concept of being completely conquered by a cock many times her size. Neither of them noticed his balls growing slowly during the entire thing. The scrotum holds them rather firmly, so their weight is not really noticeable without him standing up- and his legs currently won't even allow him to stand even if he tried. Quiet gurgling could be heard from the huge spheres as they swelled larger and fuller. Like the fruit of his masculinity- plump and juicy, ready to be harvested. Each ball is larger than Tiff's entire torso! Like a beanbag chair that was overstuffed to the point it became spherical. Those are so big that even when his animal traits revert, he will only be able to fit through the door by walking sideways. Only one nut is going to fit through the doorway at a time, and even then- just barely. Orwell thrust up against her, hearing her exhale sharply every time his dick ground her against the roof, watching her tits wobble around on either side of his cock and her own hips grinding into it to get herself off too. He liked that part the most. Reducing her to a trembling, moist, desperately horny little thing in the shadow of his immense dong. Finally reaching his peak, he remembered at the last second to cap his phallus with the little havet sphere and then arched his body in pleasure. The end of his cock bent against the wall over his head so hard the drywall started to crack! He erupted cum at such a high pressure he was sure the orb would fly off the end and not catch anything, but against all odds it held fast, and exploded in size! The cum balloon swelled to the size of a medicine ball on the first blast alone, then a yoga ball... then the size of a giant faire pumpkin, then to the size of the bed before tapering off! If it wasn't as hard as stone from internal pressure, you'd be able to use the cum sphere as a water bed! It is taller than Tiff is- no one can lift that, it has to be rolled to get it anywhere! It won't even fit through the doorway- Adel has to use a teleportation spell to get it into her lab! Tiff is almost more tired from the experience than Orwell, and just remains on top of him as his dick slowly shrinks away and compacts and the two of them just nap there till dinner. His animal traits slowly melt off him as they rest, till he is once again just a normal man with whale genitals and a whale tail sized down for his human body. Dan remained in his room after releasing his own latest blast and lost track of time in a book; actually reading it this time. Rael knocked on his door, startling him out of his read. She leaned into his doorway a bit timid and already blushing. "Heeeyy~ soooo, I was wondering if... uhm." She sighed and pouted a bit. "I don't know how to word this without sounding like a complete slut. You have... animal parts and I was just... do you... like me? I was wondering if you wanted to have a little fun on the side." He quickly put the book down and raised a brow. "On the side?" "Blowjob? I just want to... I don't want to blow a dog, right? But like, you're not a dog, but have dog parts... so I could experience... y'know?" She looked a little desperate- hoping he understands without thinking she is a weirdo. Dan of course agreed. Rael pulled her top off first, no bra on under it. Her breasts are jiggly little B cup mounds, and both her nipples pierced with a gold ring. Rael once again crawled up onto his bed and undid his pants, smiling at the larger size of his balls now. Each one the size of a honeydew melon- which is massive considering he is part canine, which generally have balls no larger than a default human. He had just cum two hours earlier by himself, but Rael was damn hot, so Dan was sure his new enhanced nuts could manage another go. She hooked her fingers in the rings on her nipples and used them to jiggle her tits for him, while rubbing her bubble butt on his thighs sitting on his legs, watching as his shaft emerged from its furry home. She placed an index in the divot on the end of his penis so the urethra rubbed on the underside of her finger and she rocked the shaft back and forth feeling it push up further against her touch and harden. His balls felt so warm. They very slowly increased in size a tiny bit. His dick is sort of shaped like a baseball bat- it gets a bit thicker the further up you go. Rael seemed to stare at it for a few seconds before quickly kissing the very tip and then sliding her dark lips down over the whole thing right till the fur of his sheath tickled her lips! He immediately noticed yet another piercing she has- two ball bearing piercings on her tongue! She also has two thin chains on her ears linking a piercing on the top and bottom of both, two spike piercings on her left brow, and a small septum ring. She used the ball bearings on her tongue to massage his dick, one metal orb on either side of the urethral bulge. Her hair is raven black with a blue streak dyed in it, and pools on his lap as she bobs her head on him, though he can see the glint of her dark blue eyes as she makes eye contact the whole time through the gaps in her hair. Her eyes are a shade of dark blue that make them almost look like a tone of purple, like indigo. She hums as she sucks him and tastes his pre, like someone enjoying a good meal. She squirms a bit to set her legs further apart and back so she can suck him without needing to hold herself up with her hands, and then uses them to immediately cup his balls and roll them gently in the sack. His scrotum so silky soft, but also covered in soft fur, making them very pettable. They tightened, threatening to pull themselves out of her hands for a moment and then swelled up noticeably, causing their weight to rock back forward to sit firmly in her warm hands again. She gently scratched them with her long painted-black nails teasingly. Once his knot popped out and swelled to full size she quickly took that into her mouth too- closing her lips tightly around the lower curve to tug up on it. The knot when fully engorged is the size of both of the canine's balls put together... well, both balls before they were affected by the fertility potion- it is definitely nowhere near their current size or he wouldn't be able to fit it into anything. Rael sensed he was getting close already- the pre starting to flow almost constantly and the shaft throbbing quickly and hard, so she eased off and slowly released it from her mouth. She kissed his balls several times, pressing the soft furry flesh against her face, like a guy motorboating a pair of tits. She then smiled, looked into his eyes and collected all the loose flesh into her hand and closed it tightly. Her right hand was completely filled with empty scrotum, but this pulled the rest of it tight around his balls and also tugged his sheath down- tightening both at the same time with the grip of only one hand. She gently shook it, watching his balls bob back and forth. When his scrotum is stretched around his balls this firmly you can actually see his skin faintly through the fur- blushing pink. She gently started to pull away from his crotch, pulling the flesh even tighter! His sheath tugged down, but the shaft throbbed up. She gently kissed the shaft, but did not grab it at the risk of setting him over the edge immediately. "Thank you for this~ don't tell the others though. This can just be our little secret, 'kay?" Dan just nodded. "Good boy." Dan moaned, feeling a bit odd- a tingly heat. "Very. Good. Boy. Boiling a big hot load for me? Thata boy- thick and heavy! I want to know what such a big boy tastes like." Her telling him he is a good boy caused his tail bone to twitch rapidly- his tail trying to wag but trapped under his weight. His fingers and toes tingled faintly. Neither of them noticed his toenails turning to claws like his fingernails already were from earlier. Fat deposits gathered on the bottom of his feet and inside of his hands, creating shallow bubbles as the skin over them darkened to grey-pink, slowly turning into paw pads! A sparse coating of fur started to grow on his toes and fingers! Rael slowly lowered her head onto his shaft and the moment her lips pinched down on the underside of his knot and pulled back again, he exploded. Dan reflexively curled over and put his hands on the back of her head, holding her in place without even thinking about it. He could hear her gulping the cum loudly over and over; she had to swallow after every blast, because it only took one stream to completely fill her mouth- she either swallowed or it burst out all over them both. His tail finally yanked its own way out and wagged between his legs, no longer containable. His ears started to become pointed, and a few strands of fur started to peek out before regressing. Then all his dog features slowly reversed as his orgasm tapered off- leaving him with just the genitals and tail again. Rael gasped for breath as he finished, then lurched forward and cupped both hands over her mouth with a shocked look on her face. Dan looked at her concerned. "A-are you okay?!" She just nodded, slowly taking her hands away. "Y-yea gulp I... I just... oouhh-!" She let out a large belch and clapped a hand over her mouth again, bending forward for a moment before straightening slowly and taking her hand away again. "So... SO full. My stomach feels like a water balloon, oh my god, so much cummmm." She groaned, holding her slightly distended belly. "It almost hurts to bend my torso. Oh Gods, I better get going, I need to lay down and digest some of this." She paused in the doorway flashing him a smile and a wink. "Thanks though- you taste great." Dan did not need to clean up, since she managed to drink it all, so he returned to reading. He is still a bit worried how big he might get, but if he has beautiful women like Rael to milk him empty- maybe he doesn't care as much as he thought he would. His stay so far has definitely been a good bit more pleasurable than he was ever expecting when he signed up. He glanced past the book at his balls though... they grew again during all that. And that part doesn't revert. Each testicle is almost as big as a basketball now- he is going to have to start walking with his balls bouncing back and forth against his thighs like everyone else. He should still be able to wear stretchy pants, as long as he is careful pulling them on and off. The bulge would be obscene but at least he can still cover them- no one else in the mansion can. About a half hour later another knock came to his door, and Lauren peeked in, adjusting the rectangular glasses on her nose. "Ah~ Dan, it is time to take your daily sample." His eyes went wide. Wait, what? Rael already... oh. Right, she drank it- that isn't taking a sample. "Uuuh, about that..." "Hmm? Rather do it yourself?" "N-no, it is just that I uh... sort of forgot about that part and already blew, like, a half hour ago." "Oh- that is fine, the human refractory period is only fifteen minutes. But, this is a good time to bring up- we are sort of short-staffed." She stepped fully inside holding a large bag of assorted items. "The four of us were fine the first two days but as the... uh, capacity of the males increase so do their needs, on top of maintaining the cleanliness of the house and preparing meals, we can't tend to all of the subjects. So, Tiff is being assigned permanently to Orwell, Lucy has already sort of been permanently assigned to Norman, I will tend to Lance, and Rael now has to deal with cooking and maintenance solo." "Sooo... me, Clyde, and Peirce?" "Clyde and Peirce are- uh... taken care of." She blushed. "That leaves you, but Dr. Hemlock has prepared a 'toy' for you to entertain yourself with." Lauren set the bag down and took out a fairly large silicon rubber dildo- a dog dildo with a rather impressive knot and a suction cupped base. Dan quickly put his book down and sat up straight, furrowing his brow. "I am not into that!" Lauren looked at it and then back at him like she was puzzled by his reaction. "What, the shape? You won't be looking at it when you use it, so that hardly matters- it is functionality of aesthetics. Here, let me show you something." She unbuttoned her blazer and suddenly it looked like her tits doubled in size- her outfit was apparently incredibly tight. She then unbuttoned the white top below and clicked her bra open, letting her E cup melons flop out into the open. Her areola are dark, and her nipples completely hidden inside- inverted. She knelt down and pressed her tits into him, then continued to press harder, forcing him to lean back on the bed. She climbed over him and looked him in the face. "What do you think would compel me to take out my breasts to a person I barely know anything about?" "I... uh, I don't- don't know." She spoke in a breathy voice- a loud whisper, and brought her face so close to his; their combined breath was fogging her glasses. "Maybe a better question is what would stop me from doing that?" He shook his head, still not knowing how to answer. "Society builds a lot of rules, but every person is an individual- you cannot build a different set of rules for every single person who is born, so the etiquette and laws are just generic and don't always make sense for the person or situation. But many people like things predictable- it makes them feel safe, so they teach the concept of 'normalcy' and cloud your conscious mind with rules it never actually needed to follow." Lauren climbed down his body and then bit his pants! She yanked his pants down and then his underpants using her teeth! She then pulled both further down with a hand, while rolling him over with the other so he was ass-up! She smiled and chuckled in her deep womanly voice as she seen his bushy tail stand erect. Lauren ran her hand lightly over the tail. "Animals other than humans rely on instinct, preventing their conscious mind from fully reaching its potential. Your dog features are relegated to your unconscious mind- which means this tail bypasses the concepts society poisoned you with. It doesn't care what anyone else thinks- it only responds to how YOU feel. So... let's listen to the tail." She gently grabbed up some of the loose scrotum and pulled back- popping his balls out behind and aiming his penis straight down, pressed into the bed. Lauren ran a single finger up and down the shaft and smiled as his tail twitched. She could tell he was deliberately trying to hold it still out of embarrassment, but the tail wasn't having it. She kissed his shaft softly several times. "Pleasuring the shaft- traditional, predictable. It feels good- it works." She moved her hands up and cupped his large balls, rolling them around and kneading the soft furry skin of the scrotum. "Mmm, but what of these now? The feeling of their weight is such a burden~ but comforting, no?" His tail started to wag more. "So juicy, so full. And they have been growing- ripening, getting even more impressive, even more productive! This is where the climactic mess comes from and the love-drunk drive for more!" Her hands raised, feeling the looser scrotum at the top, then his swollen, stiff taint, then over his butt cheeks. She paused a moment and placed a single finger on his anus. "Oh, but what about this? This is tender skin too- so many nerves to play with, such a naughty place." His tail wagged erratically- she could tell he was trying to influence it again. Lauren slowly pushed into his butt. "Oh, but do you feel that? No, not my finger, the other thing." His tail started to wag quite energetically, and Dan unintentionally let out a stifled moan, pushing his head into the pillow to silence himself. Through the anus she can get directly to his prostate through the relatively thin wall of his colon- and cut straight to the source. It is bigger than normal too, so she has no trouble finding it even with only one finger in him. She used her other hand to gently masturbate his dick. She nudged his prostate and felt it wobble and fill up. She pushed against it and after a moment, felt it pushing back against her finger! Dan groaned, feeling warm and suddenly hornier than he was only moments before. She pushed harder into it, and it pushed harder back, engorging even larger! Dan suddenly felt pent up in spite of having just cum less than an hour ago! He tried to squirm away, still not sure about this but she pinned his hips to the bed, so trying to squirm away only ground his dick into the bed under him harder! Lauren pulled her finger back out, and the movement caused another pleasure jolt. He gasped at the jolt but then moaned as he felt an internal pressure in his nuts! They let out a quiet, muffled gurgle and started to grow AGAIN! He felt so full! They were so warm and full, their weight and size growing even more. Lauren chuckled as his body shivered from the pleasure- he was afraid to move at risk of setting himself off. Lauren leaned forward, kissing his butt before sticking her tongue inside! With no way to move his hips any further forward, he stupidly moved them backwards on reflex which only caused her to go deeper and he moaned loudly and climaxed! He got up onto his hands and knees as he came, looking down at the mess he was going to make but seen the orb on the end of his dick! He did not even feel her put it there! Starting at the size of a golf ball, then to a softball, cantaloupe, basketball, medicine ball, then beach ball! That is so much larger than the other day- and he had cum once already an hour earlier this time. How big would the sphere have gotten had Rael not already milked him?! Lauren smacked the side of the sphere to knock it out from under him so he could flop back fully onto the bed as she stood fully. "In any case- you can just not use it. It is just there if you want, since we can't be. That is only one part of your toy anyway." "H-huh?" He turned his head to look at her, but remained fully laying down. She took out a metal arm with a complex brace on either end, then a clockwork mechanism, then two rubber rings linked together with another mechanism? She took the canine dildo and hooked the brace on one end to the suction cup around its base, then hooked the rings to the opposite end, then assembled the clockwork mechanism to the middle of the metal arm- which Dan now noticed is some sort of piston. Lauren pointed to the rubber rings. "They are elastic, but very tight- pop one behind your knot and the other in front. Well, put the dildo in first, then the rings at the front over your dick... probably easier to do this before it is fully erect." She held up a clockwork key. "Then charge the engine and let it go." One side works his cock, the other side penetrates him- when one side pulls out the other pushes in, and it goes back and forth working him from either side. Lauren left the clockwork sex toy with him and left him to rest. Now he needed to nap till dinner- after being worked over by two women in one afternoon he was absolutely spent. And dehydrated, which didn't help. He was groggy still when he woke up for dinner, but was hungry as hell so his stomach dragged him out of bed. Dan walked slow, not used to his nuts bouncing around so much when he moves. They grew when he was with Lauren too- forcing them to action twice in such a small window of time would have instigated it. He did not want to risk hurting them trying to stuff them into too-small pants, so like the others guys he left his room with just a shirt- pants don't work anymore. He sure hopes it is reversible, because leaving the mansion without pants is going to be real awkward, although his love life might be more active as a result. Honestly he was considering approaching Rael once this was all done. On one hand she is a researcher and he is a test subject so of course she was being all sexy to him and getting him off. On the other hand... she wasn't gathering a test sample, she did that last one just for herself. Unfortunately now she was on kitchen duty, so Dan either got himself off the old fashioned way, or he tried out Adel's homebrew mechanical sex toy. As Dan was walking up the hall from his room to the banquette hall, he seen Lucy leave Norman's room, but then a moment later the door opened again and a fully naked Norman went to step out, but paused in the doorway. "W-wait I can... I can do it." Lucy turned to him look a bit worried. "Wait, no, just stay there!" "I am not... that big... am I?" He lurched forward then bounced back. Dan furrowed his brows, trying not to stare- but still definitely looking as he walked past. Once he passed the open door he immediately paused and his heart jumped in his chest at the sight. Norman could not get through the door- his testicles were caught on the doorframe! Each testicle was taller than he is while fully resting on the floor- he could not fit EITHER of those through the door, even one at a time. He looked delirious, and his penis was bobbing up and down like it was trying to agree with someone. It drooled pre steadily and spat a blob of it with every pulse. The veins on the base of his shaft were extremely thick and visibly pulsed a fraction of a second before the shaft itself did. He attempted several times to walk forward, stretching scrotum and then getting slingshot back by its elasticity. Everyone but him seemed to realize he clearly could not fit through the door. No wonder no one seen him in the mansion for a bit- he literally cannot leave his room. Lucy tried to convince him to stay in his room and hurried back over to him to try and just push him back in, since he was too horny and out of it to get the picture. There was a dull thud and he groaned, and Lucy immediately took a step back. Uh oh. The thud was his balls on the other side of the wall! Then another thud and the sound of creaking wood! Norman was literally dragged backwards by his own balls! They are grinding against the doorframe, threatening to shatter it- and the testicles tensing up got rid of the slack in his balls which yanked him backwards, since the mass of his balls is greater than his entire body! The stream of precum lifted into a lazy arch, and strengthened and became even more consistent as its reach stretched slowly further out into the hall. Now Dan backed up too, considering making a mad dash past him into the banquette hall but not wanting to risk it. Norman's groan went on, getting louder and suddenly his balls relaxed a moment and then slammed up against the wall with a loud bang, jerking his body back against them before his dick exploded a solid stream of white across the hall with enough force to actually splash against the wall and spray out in every direction! His dick could not even buck- the liquid pressure passing through it held it perfectly straight! The first stream alone lasted two seconds before a half second pause and then the second jet, then the third, fourth, fifth... Dan lost count- holding an arm up to shield his eyes from the spray. It took Norman a full ten minutes to completely stop blasting out cum, and he practically passed out leaned back on a wall of his own scrotal flesh. Even then, the pre seemed to start to drip again... like he was still aroused- still ready for another go immediately after. Lucy smiled timidly at Dan, gently shoving Norman back to get him into his room. "S-sorry. I will clean this up, er... maybe I can get Rael to do it. I need to take care of Norman. He is kind of, uh... needy, now." Dan did a bit of a running start and jumped over most of the giant puddle in the hall. At least since cum is so thick it doesn't spread out on a surface nearly as quick as other liquids. Seeing that renewed Dan's fears of his own changes. Was that expected results?! Maybe it wouldn't affect animal genitals the same as human. Maybe having a dog cock will actually save him from the worst of it. Those balls were impossibly giant. If they cannot reverse the process... Norman will basically have been reduced to a living cum factory. If everyone gets close to that size, Adel will need to demolish the building to even get them out again, because no one will be able to use the doors. At dinner time, Lance managed to get to the table without Dan the others noticing his balls had yet again grown and were now so large that he has to hold up the looser scrotal flesh when he walks, or his balls will drag on the floor. That is not the only thing about him that changed either; his legs are twice as thick as before and end in elephantine stump-like feet, and the skin has turned to grey on the lower leg, fading back to his bronze human tone at the thigh, and his entire body has increased in size a bit, forcing him to duck to get through doors. It also meant his balls are actually a LOT bigger- because they grew in comparison to his body, which also itself grew, so technically they grew twice. Wearing a bed sheet around his hips at this point would only cover half his limp dick and basically nothing on his balls, so he did not even bother anymore. The reason he got to his chair without anyone else noticing is because Clyde came into the room at the same time... leading a pig. All four attendants immediately freaked out and ran over, but it was Lauren who spoke up first. "I told you not to tease him!" Clyde blushed bright red with a bit of an angry look, crossing his arms. "I didn't think... he... it changed the rest of the way when he was- y'know. Because he can't stop blowing for like twenty minutes." Lauren looked Clyde up and down too- he is a victim of his own teasing too. From the hip down his legs are entirely equine, fur and all- apparently his fur is golden brown. Dan would have guessed it to be black like his hair color, but a horse has both hair and fur- and they can be two different colors. On Clyde's hands, his middle fingers are almost three times the size of all the others, and the nail has evolved into a mini hoof capping its end! Though stretched out because of his middle finger- he does still have hands and his other digits. He also seems a lot... veinier. His muscles tensed up pushing the veins tighter through the surface skin, and the veins swelled fatter in anticipation of more changes that haven't actually happened yet. From what the others can gather from overhearing Clyde and Lauren bickering is that Clyde found their animal aspect a sort of turn on. Like a sort of bondage to tease his partner with- degrading him in a way that isn't hurtfully demeaning or physically harmful in any way. And apparently said partner was Peirce. That would explain why Lauren said they were already taken care of in spite of having no woman assigned to them- they have been 'milking' each other. So when Clyde seen something bringing out the animal in Peirce, instead of avoiding it, he leaned into it. He assumed he could always rein it in after, but as Peirce became more animal his orgasms became longer and longer- neither could fight the animal aspect while in orgasm, so the transformation ended up going the rest of the way before Peirce was able to stop cumming again! As a feral pig, Peirce seemed to be a bit smaller than his human self, though it was hard to tell since his proportions are completely different as a pig too. His limbs are very short and plump and his body thick and torso longer than it was before. His eyes are noticeably still human, so it appears his mind is still that of a human in there. Like everyone; their balls had increased in size. Clyde's heavy ebon nuts were each the size of a big Halloween pumpkin. Peirce on the other hand... well, pigs have very large balls even by default. Either testicle dragged on the ground behind him since his limbs are so short now- either ball the size of the entire rest of his body. He needed help on the marble floor of the banquette hall because his little hooves could not get enough traction on the marble tiles to drag his giant nuts, so as soon as he entered the banquette hall his limbs started to skitter frantically without him actually moving anywhere- anchored by his own enormous pink balls. Clyde huffed, sounding like a horse snorting. "I thought Adel used inhibitors that would prevent us from fully turning anyway." Lauren growled. "Well it did inhibit the rest of the transformation till you deliberately fucked it up! His mind is still human at least. I have some ward rings, come on, bring him up to the master bedroom- I will reverse this." She glanced at his legs then back to his face. "And you." Tiff grabbed her sleeve stopping her from going and motioned with a slight nod toward Lance. "Actually you better let me; your man seems like he is slipping too." They both looked at Lance who himself was rather distracted- eating with a spaced out look on his face and his breathing notably labored in spite of him just sitting there. His balls were so full it was making it hard to think. He had managed to fight off arousing thoughts so his penis was still fully flaccid, but leaking pre constantly around the outer curve of his balls because his tanks are still at capacity. Because his body needs release but he himself fought off the horny thoughts- it resulted in his mind simply not thinking about anything, at all. And the absence of conscious thoughts is causing his animal aspect to come out, which converted his legs. Even as the women watch though- the nails on his fingers are slowly enlarging and getting abnormally thick, threatening to stretch his fingers too, and start to devolve his arms. Lauren motioned to Orwell. "What about yours?" Tiff shook her head. "He is fine... that is just... his default now." Orwell is normal human other than his tail and junk obviously- what Lauren made note of is the fact that he is unintentionally holding the table up off the floor. The long table in the banquette hall has one extremely long tablecloth across the entire thing, but is actually three identical tables lined up- the section Orwell is sitting at is actually standing three inches higher than the other two because his balls are holding it up in order to fit under it- so two of the four legs aren't touching the floor. Each of his gigantic navy blue balls are almost as big as big as Norman's are, which means he might not be able to get back into his bedroom. Tiff might have to take him to the pool instead and use that as his new bedroom... but that might also trigger his animal aspect to come out. Clyde used his enhanced muscles to pick Peirce up off the floor entirely since he could not walk upstairs, and then followed Tiff to the master bedroom to have their animal aspects beaten back with help from magic wards. Lauren hovered behind Lance as he ate- though he was too spaced out to even notice. She did not actually speak up till he finished eating and she placed a hand on his shoulder- it felt so dainty and small now that his entire size increased. She whispered into his ear to help him with his trouble and with a grunt he agreed and they headed back to his room. He had to carry his nuts in front of him by the loose scrotal flesh, but even then had to change which arm he used to hold them up twice before getting to his bedroom because his balls are so heavy they wear out his arms. "You just took a sample not that long before dinner..." Lauren sighed, closing the door behind them. "Right... I know. But, your endowments are still increasing. They become needier the bigger they get. Their capacity to store increases, but not nearly as fast as their ability to produce- because testicles mostly produce on the spot; the amount they make ahead of time to store is always relatively low." "But..." He grunt and then sighed, glancing away as he flopped on his bed. The bed springs groaned in pain- his weight threatening to snap the entire thing in half. Lauren undid her top and tossed it behind her as she squirmed out of her skirt and panties and then started to climb the bed. "But what?" Once on the bed, she now had to climb his balls. She flopped over their curvature- their size more than able to hold her entire body weight without being hurt in the slightest. "But if that keeps happening... how long was that? Two hours? Every two hours means I spend... four hours? Every two hours we spend about a half hour emptying me, which works out to roughly four hours every twenty four hours- and I might still be growing. Which means even more time." Lauren pout, sliding further over the curvature of his balls and pressing her crotch into their underside while she smeared her boobs up the upper curve to grab his fat sheath with her hands. She pressed in on it gently and rolled the fat, rubbery, hot folds of his sheath back and forth; coaxing his dick out. "But it feels good? Can you really consider time spent on pleasure as wasted?" He just grunt in reply, not really having a counter point to that. Lauren noticed his fingers were quite thick now. She needed to get him off to fully restore his concentration. Even if he doesn't automatically explode from lack of room for more cum- he will turn into a feral elephant if he doesn't get off soon. And an elephant is bigger than the entire room; he would demolish the building. The banquette hall is the only space in the mansion that could fit a bull elephant. His penis started to unravel, rising up to meet her as the skin folds smoothed out and then the skin tensed up, pulling taut from internal pressure- the tightness a direct measure of arousal. The skin pulling smooth and shiny, the throbs as it tries to swell still bigger only to be restrained by the elasticity of the skin- these things were universally hot, because they are visual representations of arousal and pleasure. And having felt such pleasure herself; Lauren's own body tingled from watching it, because it triggers her own memories of such feelings- this is known as sympathetic pleasure. The scrotum and base of the sheath has a rather leathery texture to it, and slightly craggy flesh- but the actual phallus is perfectly smooth and shiny once in full glory. The entire shaft is blotchy- pink and grey. From the side it appears to end in a blunt tip- like their limbs, it is just shaped like a cylinder. From the front of the phallus you can see that it has a projected rim which is effectively its glans, and then a slightly impacted front where the urethral opening is. Unlike most beasts- the urethral opening is not just a little tube or slit opening; the opening is actually shaped like a Y. The phallus is actually not that much longer than a very large horse's endowments, but is MUCH thicker. Easily as big around as a fire hydrant, and able to move around like an arm, capable of wrapping around or even picking up objects. Lauren place her entire face into the indent of the front of the cock, cupping either side of the shaft with her hands- needing both hands to wrap fully around it at any point. His balls occasionally made a quiet churning sound or slightly gurgle- the heat they give off is immense. Elephants have internal testicles normally, but Lance's family jewels are external still for the same reason Orwell's are. Lauren had to spread her legs to loosely grip his balls with them, because her weight is wedged in the scrotum strung between either ball- so when they start to churn they rock her entire body along with them. His fingers continue to thicken, and his palms billow out swollen looking. His skin starts to turn grey and his entire arms start to widen! Though she does not outwardly show it, Lauren is getting nervous herself at how far he will turn if she doesn't get him off soon. If his body increases in size any more the bed will explode out from under them. She flips her body around, sitting on his face while still rolling her face against the end of his dick, lapping up any of his salty lube- now using her bare feet to rub his balls. She can feel him push his face into her pussy to eat her out, but pushes further up than should be possible! Uh oh, his face is changing! The bridge of his nose pops as it grows in size, and the bridge starts to project out from his face in an arch as the bottom starts to divide from his face entirely! He is growing a trunk! This allows him to wedge his nose right into her plump labia, and then actually penetrate her with the end of it- filling his lungs with her scent. He lifted her labia up with his nose which allowed him access directly to her exposed clit with his mouth, kissing it. Because his phallus is so large, the havet orb she has to use on him is already the size of a soccer ball before she even puts it on. Because he was so full and needy it does not take long to get him off at all and he cums for as much time as it took to get him to reach that point. By the time he stops the sphere of contained cum is slightly larger than the bed! Adel uses teleportation spells to move it. Lauren sighs as she slides off and Lance falls asleep for a bit. Though quite slow- his animal features are regressing. Lauren makes sure to watch him long enough to confirm they are in regression. His hands were nearly stumps, you could only externally see his digits as mere bumps on the ends of his swollen arms, but their shape was re-emerging now. His face already had a trunk- though it was more like the snout of an ant-eater since it was only a foot long at best. They all have less and less time to do other things- she will likely need to tend to him again in another two and a half hours or so... any longer than that and they risk him starting to turn more beast again- or best case scenario he just erupts into orgasm automatically because his body can't hold it anymore and makes a hell of a mess. At this point if they don't use a havet orb to contain it they risk causing flood damage to the building from the sheer volume of fluid. And given how large Norman became... Lance's elephantine balls were naturally larger by default... so he more than likely still has a ways to grow. And the time between needing to empty again is only going to shrink. That is why the women cannot afford to try and tend several men each like they had been- leaving their man for too long risks a cum explosion. Dan did his best to ignore his own needs the rest of that day. He had already gone off three times in the first half of the day that he deliberately avoided touching himself as long as possible in the second half. By dinner he was already feeling horny. He could not properly wear pants and he could not put his dick away, so that meant he could not use the entertainment room or anyone else passing through will see his raging boner immediately. Reading in his room became increasingly difficult as well, just because his concentration kept faltering. When anything involving a woman arose in the book he is reading he would imagine what they look like and then space out unintentionally thinking about how good they must look, what they look like minus the clothing, what they would look like riding his cock. His balls are so heavy it is impossible to ignore the feeling of them rolling up and down in the scrotum slowly, slightly off-rhythm with one another. By now even his knot had popped out of his sheath in spite of not touching himself once. Dan started to squirm in bed, groaning as he tries desperately to just pay attention to the book. He could feel hot pre collecting in his belly button and overflowing off his side. No, just ignore it- paying attention to it will only arouse him even more. A quiet gurgle, a pulse of heat, churning sounds muffled through the skin, a slight pulse of gentle pressure. Dan could feel them growing a bit more, getting larger... stronger, needier- more demanding, and their demands heard louder through his body. By the time he dropped the book to look down to see how much bigger his balls had gotten, he gasped at the sight of his cock- it looked almost like it was going to explode in a more literal sense. Not only were his balls even larger- eclipsing his thighs while perched on top of them- his penis actually looked slightly larger... or at least painfully hard. The knot was swollen bigger than he had seen it before and the entire phallus had darkened to an angry shade of red- making the millions of tiny veins webbing its surface look black in contrast! The veins themselves bulged out overly fat, but because they are so small and numerous on a canine phallus; it made the entire surface of his cock sort of lumpy. His dick bucked so hard when it throbbed that it looked like it was trying to lasso something with the strands of pre. His balls no longer moved- they were wedged against his crotch and would not budge. Dan gently brought his hand down, almost afraid of how it would feel, since his dick looked like it was at critical mass. It started to vibrate at the mere touch of his fingers and the moment he actually gripped it; he exploded! He did not even need to stroke it even once- just grabbing it was enough. The stream of cum was so strong it bypassed his body and splashed against the wall over his bed! Each throb, his balls grew a tiny bit bigger, extending his orgasm even as he was having it! By the time he stopped this time each testicle was the size of a yoga ball, or large beach ball. It felt so heavy, but so good. When would it end though? Would it end? What if the potion was far too effective? Even when he was not getting off, he was thinking about getting off, or at least thinking of his junk. The memory of getting off. The pleasure, wanting the pleasure, remembering the pleasure. The other aspects of his life slowly becoming more and more muted as his sexual needs kept increasing, demanding more attention. His balls slowly matching him in size and authority- at this rate they will overcome him both in size and dominance. His balls will dictate what he does. By the time the night was through, he was feeling horny yet again. He wanted to ignore it- the faster he caves in the more he promotes the changes and the faster he NEEDS to give in. But at the same time- look what happened the last time. He exploded before he could grab an orb to contain the mess in. And how much control is he really going to have in his sleep? One sexy dream and he cums into his mattress so hard he blows a hole through it like a pressure washer. He wasn't that full now but... he did not want to wake up halfway through the night when he is. With a long groan he grabs the toy Lauren left him, though detaches just the dildo part for now. He starts with simple masturbation, resting the dildo between his legs on the bed, and as he works himself up he brings his leg up- tapping the suction cup on the bottom of the dildo to press the tip in using his foot. Even though he was not that built up; Dan still erupts quickly using the dildo as a little extra help. This time he contains it in a ball and the sphere bloats up to the size of a yoga ball by the time he stops, so he rolls it into the corner to get rid of later and goes to sleep. The next day he barely gets through breakfast before his dick starts peeking again, and occasionally letting out a drop of pre. None of the other guys were there at breakfast, which was a little worrying. Did they have breakfast before him? After him? Or were they all now so large that they cannot even move to go get breakfast in the first place? Walking was hard now, their weight pulled his hips forward so when he started walking it was sort of hard to stop- but at the same time strained his legs more because his thighs had to roll each testicle out of the way in order for his leg to move forward. But... the weight also felt good. It felt good rolling them around, tugging at his crotch. The weight was oddly comforting, which caused his arousal to go up faster. So even trying to move around only sped up his pleasure. This when he returned to his room he hooked up the full toy to try out. The rings were hard to get on- the ring at the base needed to go behind his knot but it is very tight so he had to thrust hard to get it to pop around, and then the moment it tightened around the other side of the knot it caused him to shiver from pleasure, and his knot to flare in size, making it fit even tighter! The other rubber ring was spaced apart just barely far enough from the other to be on the front of his knot- they are close enough together that they are both partially stretched open by his knot on either side. To start the toy he just winds up the device with the clockwork key- to stop it he either waits for the clockwork mechanisms to wind down, or place the clockwork key back into the device without turning it. As soon as he started it, the piston moved forward slowly pushing the dildo into him, then shifted back, moving it out of him. The rings on the front worked his shaft indirectly and his knot directly! When it moves back the front ring gets yanked over his knot, stretching open to fit and hugging the knot tightly, then when it moves forward the front ring pops off and grabs the shaft while the back ring yanks itself open to stretch around the knot! With the dildo working his prostate in the back- the pleasure was so intense, so quickly that Dan could barely even think about it. As soon as the toy started the crumpled into a shuddering, moaning heap on the bed. He kept shifting position around, squirming from the pleasure before settling into being on all fours, so his tail didn't get squashed under him and his cock isn't rubbing on the bed, overstimulating it. The dildo actually rubs past his prostate twice per stroke- once as the tip starts to slide in, but then passes the prostate and the feeling eases a bit and then the knot pops in and abruptly taps the prostate causing a pleasure spike, before it works in reverse and then repeated. Dan did not even notice himself start to pant as his body temperature rises. His tail wags hard enough to fan his back so evaporate off the sweat as it happens, but his body was still hot. As he pants; his tongue becomes thinner and broader, making it hard to contain in his mouth. Hairs start to sprout slowly on his upper back, slowly forming a sparse carpet of fur. His fingers and toes curl to dig into the bed under him as he moans in pleasure- oblivious to the fact his nails are darkening and turning to claws. It is a good thing Lauren's care package contained a lot of havet spheres. He quickly reached climax and created another ball of cum slightly larger than the one still sitting there from the night before. That felt... SO amazing. Dan was almost disappointed he came so fast, he wanted more time to experience that! When he went to take it off he paused, looking at his still erect penis. The knot had become tiny, but had not popped back into the sheath yet. He obviously did not feel full anymore but... was he completely empty? Maybe he could go again- to make sure he is completely empty. Then he would be able to go longer before the next time, right? Yea, that made sense. Instead of taking the device off, he turned the key a few more times and then pulled it back out- letting the toy come back to life. As the toy worked him, he felt a slight ache in his balls in gentle pulses but the pleasure around them was enough to entirely distract him from it. The ache quickly faded, and his balls gurgled. His prostate throbbed softly and then his balls started to slowly swell larger! On all fours, he had to start to straighten his legs- his balls pressing into the bed under him too hard. He was so enthralled with the pleasure from the toy that the fact his balls are enlarging did not register at all with him- at least not his conscious mind. Stretching his legs out to give his balls room also had him fail to notice that his feet were stretching beyond what should have been possible. His digits fattened on his feet and hands, and both hands and feet started to stretch longer, devolving toward paws! Fur started to grow on his digits, then the backs of his hands and feet. The fur on his back became thicker and started to spread down, trying to connect with his tail. His balls continued to grow, now pushing into the bed even with his legs fully extended to lift his lower half as far as he could! His balls lifted his hips and he shuddered in pleasure- his animal aspect aroused by it- his human aspect oblivious to it. He lifted his legs entirely and bent them at either side to cradle his balls with them while his nuts carried the weight of his lower half on their own. When he climaxed this time, the sphere of spunk created this time was considerably LARGER than the last one in spite of having been made immediately after it! He just let it roll off the bed, too tired to actually put it over in the corner. He just flopped onto his side and let the machine work him over in the afterglow of orgasm. Dan was barely aware of how much time passed with the machine still going- he wanted to ride out the afterglow, but started to unconsciously gently thrust his hips a bit. His balls gurgled and started to fill again! The machine was working him up again right after his second orgasm. Without thinking of the consequences at all, Dan started to fantasize of sexy things again and just let the machine work him over a third time! He left it running too long after the second orgasm- he was horny again! Even without his body weight on top of them, his balls started to sink lower into the mattress from the increase of weight! He placed his front paws on them and hugged them with his legs from below- still not noticing that his feet and hands were now fully transformed into dog paws! His teeth started to sharpen into fangs, and his ears became pointed and started to grow fur on the back! His lips turned glossy black as he continued to pant; now more labored. Even though it did not affect his pleasure at all; Dan started to thrust his hips automatically, like he was fucking some phantom lover. Since the toy is attached to his butt and genitals it did not matter what angle or position he put himself in- the toy follows. There was a quiet gloop sound almost like a bubble in a water cooler from his balls before they made a muffled squelching sound as they tried to make more cum than they can contain. His balls started to grow even a bit larger still! It was hard for him to tell the difference by appearance even if he was fully paying attention. Once they get big enough it is hard to tell when they get bigger again, because there is less and less objects to compare them to. You can't tell if something is bigger or smaller if there is nothing to compare it against. When he came a third time, the sphere was exactly the same size as the last one, in spite of him just having climaxed three times in a row. His long orgasmic moan became slightly distorted. The fur starting to grow on the back of his neck, and his neck undulated a bit and grew slightly longer. Dan immediately passed out after the third orgasm- the machine still working him for a bit, but since he is unconscious it was not able to work him up again, and the clockwork mechanism ran out charge not too long after without him to wind it up again. He woke up around noon, feeling pent up already beyond expectations. Rather than empty him out so much that he cannot cum again for a long time- having so many orgasms in a row only forced his body to increase his capacity faster. Now he needs to cum just as often, if not even more frequently now! His fur regressed quite a bit and all changes on his neck and head are regressed when he wakes up but he still has four paws. He is aware of it, but what it actually means for his body does not register- he is groggy, horny, and needs to go to the bathroom, so those all took priority. He also did not notice all three cum spheres were missing from his room. Adel is still monitoring everything from her lab- and teleported them out to use as samples while he slept. Dan shambled to the bathroom, having to lean on the wall for help. His balls drag on the floor if he does not hold them up with his hands, and they are very heavy. After he went to the toilet he immediately turned to the sink and drank water for almost ten minutes straight- not realizing he was lapping at the water to get it in his mouth... like a dog. He did not even take the device off from earlier- it was still on him; just inactive because it wasn't wound up. He ate lunch, failing to realize how nervous Rael looked while watching him- and also failing to notice there was cum literally dripping down the stairs on the far side of the banquette hall. You could hear the sounds of heavy breathing, grunts, and the slapping of flesh- Clyde and Peirce upstairs going at it, and blasting so much cum that it overflowed the room, the floor in the hall, and was now trailing down the entire flight of stairs to the banquette hall at the bottom... and they were still going at it. It was a hell of a mess but there wasn't really anything to be done. There was not enough women to take care of them, so they had to let them take care of themselves- this is the result. There was already several giant spheres of cum stacked up beside the bottom of the stairs from them. Several more lined either hallway with bedrooms in them. They were creating new ones faster than Adel could process them. Immediately after lunch, Dan shuffled back to his room and wound up the machine to empty out again- he was already starting to leak. The rest of the day was a blur; and the next was no better. The pleasure was amazing- he had been leery of the toy at first but now that he has tried it- it is his new favorite thing. The size of the cum balloons he created filled one side of the room while his balls occupied the other with him squashed between them! His balls overflowed the bed, growing larger and larger. Furniture was shoved aside to make room, eventually everything in the room was pushed into the corners to make space. Adel teleported him out of his room, placing him in the banquette hall which had been temporarily shifted around to act as a collective bedroom. The master bedroom had been utterly destroyed- since Clyde and Peirce had been left to use it for themselves for a while. By the time the women had the time to check on them to make sure they were alright- their two sets of balls had grown so monumentally enormous that they filled the entire room and pushed into the wall so hard that it started to explode outward at the doorway! The doorframe was shattered and the drywall crumbling away- testicles bulging out from around the load-bearing beams on the inside of the wall that still managed to hold up long enough to teleport the boys out of the room before they collapsed the entire second floor. The entire mansion smelled of cum- there was no escaping the masculine musk at this point. Giant, smooth, sweaty balls rolling back and forth; all larger than an adult human each- at the very least. The women flinch every time one of the gargantuan balls rolls forward, because you never know when they will erupt. They did their best to contain it into spheres to teleport away, but the orgasms were hard to predict. If they fill completely sometimes they just erupt without anything actually touching them. And the gap between orgasms keeps shrinking while the length of the orgasm keeps growing. Was that Rael Dan felt petting one of his giant nuts? Someone just walking past? Or another titanic testicle sitting up against him? He can't tell. The entire banquette hall filled with giant sweaty balls, always churning. Ripening, swelling bigger and rounder, fuller and needier. How could anyone hold so much inside of them? It needed to come out, they liked to let it out, and so they keep making more... and more... and more. They had been spaced around the outside of the banquette hall, leaving the middle an area for the women to work with and pile the filled cum balloons for transport, but as their balls continued to grow, and push back against the walls behind them, they were forced to roll further in toward the middle. Balls against balls- there was humans in there too... somewhere. Good luck finding them. Eventually, navigating on the ground level became impossible. To get to the men, the women had to literally climb the giant hot, meaty spheres and then slide down between them. They can grab onto the loose scrotal flesh as hand-holds to scale the outside of the gigantic testicles. And still they grew. Dan and Norman had stopped, but because their default sizes were larger, the others kept going. Clyde, then Peirce, Lance and then shortly after Orwell finally stopped growing. By that point however there was not enough room for them all, even in the giant banquette hall- luckily the roof of the hall goes all the way up to the second floor- there is no first floor roof over the banquette hall... so when they ran out of space on ground level, their balls popped up over one another, and they were lifted to the upper level on an ocean of bulging flesh. Not only were they balls to the walls on the first floor, they were balls on balls stacked on top of each other too, filling all of the vertical space! The center of the house was a gigantic ball pit! Lucy quickly hustled up to Dr. Hemlock in her lab- soggy with cum soaked into her outfit again. "H-how much longer do you think it will be Dr. Hemlock??" Adel smiled and tapped an enchanted onyx slate, creating an image across its surface of a gigantic structure that resembled an aircraft hanger. At the middle of the structure is a monolithic glass cylinder with many pipes running from both the top and bottom of it. Along the side are several comfortable looking chairs suspended at level with pillowy, rubber-lined openings. The inside of the cylinder is divided into six equally sized sections. A harvester. The openings are for their phalli- the empty hanger to house their balls, the seats to restrain them in- the men can cum endlessly into the containment cell which then automatically transports and contains their unrelenting supply of cum. "Already to go! I am going to rely on you girls to gather some, uh... entertaining material to put up on the glass displays in front of the men, to keep them amused. While in a state of nearly unending orgasm I don't think they will have too many active brain cells left to pay much attention so... don't put too much effort into it. They are easily amused." "And their physical state?" "Hard locked- now. I let their minds partially regress, and allowed their limbs to devolve into hooves, paws... or, flippers in Orwell's case. It also meant Orwell and Lance are twice their normal size, and Peirce is abnormally muscular, but... we have equilibrium at least. Rather than let it slingshot from one state to another, I increased the threshold of what aspects the tonic was allowed to manifest, so now there is no fluctuations." She took a deep breath, fully turning her chair around to face Lucy. "The problem is that both the transformative tonic and my fertility potion both require mana. They are physical concoctions made from physical materials, but without mana those materials do not exhibit their effects nearly as extremely, or as quickly as they do now." Lucy nodded. "Which means if you completely cut off the mana to terminate the animal aspect... you'd also kill the effect of your potion. So you couldn't cull one without the other, which would terminate the test." "Yup. As for the test itself- obviously not done yet. We know it works... VERY well, regardless of species. It also has equal effect regardless of species. The sperm density, quality, volume of ejaculation and even testicle size increase is the same across the board. I mean... their sizes are wildly different, but the size INCREASE is not." "Doesn't that... cover everything? Doesn't that conclude the test?" Adel hummed, but shook her head after a moment. "Semen contains calcium and protein- decent protein by volume. Protein is pretty complex, containing quite a few different elements to make a single complete protein. Breaking that down both takes and gives off a good bit of energy... our bodies can use that energy and material in the form of calories- converting it to bioelectricity to operate our body. Energy is energy- electricity is just another energy. We break down their semen in the hanger- converting kilocalories into joules. Constant flow of joules? Wattage. We power the generator on their cum alone." "Sssoo... the new test phase is how much power can we harvest from... cum?!" "Yup. Also, semen from a strong stallion or thorough bred dog to inseminate a female with, costs a shit ton of money... and we now have gallons of both. The havet spheres have no air inside of them, so bacteria can neither get in, nor form inside- while it is contained in the sphere it cannot 'spoil', so we can transport and sell it. The excess we do not burn directly as electrical energy? Decomposition of organic matter- yes, those same proteins- creates methane... a highly flammable gas. Burn gas- create energy a different way. It doesn't matter HOW you use it- it is still useful no matter what. Once we measure the degree of all this we can properly measure the utility of the fertility potion- then our testing is done. Potion is ready for marketing, and we have our data to sell it with." "Isn't that sort of... a completely different test though?" "Yeaaa... yea. It is, but, look at it like this- to do these additional tests we would need to go through this entire process a second time with more subjects to get there- so it makes a lot more sense to just keep using these subjects who are already in their full capacity state. Besides- they were all pretty desperate for money, and more testing means more money for them, so everyone wins in the end." She tapped a different display showing the main hall of the mansion with a chuckle. "Besides... does it look like they have any complaints right now?" Lucy laughed too. "I suppose not. Can we really undo everything fully though?" "100%? Absolutely not. Animal aspect; oh yea, gone, no problem. Fertility? Mmmmm, no. Without the mana feeding it they won't be anywhere even remotely close to THIS. THIS is not physically possible- without the aid of magic you will obviously never get even remotely this productive, it's impossible. But their testicles will still be a good bit bigger than their original size, and they will remain very productive... just... within reason." Each subject was teleported to their seat at the chamber and hooked up one at a time. The machine milked their cocks- all pointed at one another around the central cylinder that collected their cum. A display slate is placed in front of them to keep them bemused and horny- though that takes very little in their current state. The test would go on for a while yet, but they would each get a fat payment by the end. Maybe Dan could still try to ask Rael out after all this? For now- now that the women no longer had to tend the men constantly- they have access to the world's sexiest ball pit. Not like the guys are going anywhere soon.
(M tf Multiple lower-half, BE, PE) Alex is a soft, but still handsome man. Short brown hair that lashes wildly backward- you could tell how wildly curly it must be when it is long, if it still looks so wild while being quite short. His eyes are green except for immediately around the pupil where they are a dark blue. If he spends enough time out in the sun, his eyes turn more blue- and if he remains in a dark area for long enough they turn entirely green. His form is athletic but his muscles remain rather subdued except for his abs... and this is partly due to the fact he was not born a male. His genitals are entirely male thanks to the powers of magic- a magic that cost him an arm and a leg since it also needed to be permanent. But his softer features and the difficulty to outwardly appear muscular are side effects of the fact that Alexander used to be Alexandra. He wandered toward the city of Andle via a long carriage-cut road across grassy plains from the tiny satellite town of Adle. He was invited to stay with his friend May in Andle, so while he has never been here before- he does have a place to stay already. Further out from the capital, he came here because the city is known for the Magi of its academy... but has a drought of architects, engineers, and construction workers. As an engineer- Alex expected to be able to find a job easily here. May is a Magistress herself- though she specializes only in conjuring; the creation of solid mass from energy. She grinned as Alex approached the far side of the magic academy. This side faced out toward the plains and the orbiting town, but was not especially well trafficked. Just north is a huge forest, and it touches the back of the academy, so the canopy of trees shades this area eternally, even though there are few trees that actually grow on the property itself. Alex doesn't know where all the footpaths lead so he just cut across the grass to get directly to her- waiting at the side of a fountain. "Alex! Have a fun trip here?" She wore a witch's hat, with a brim so wide she had to both look up and tilt the hat back to be able to see him past it. "Well the train ride was comfortable and relaxing, but I wasn't expecting to have to make the trip from Adle on foot, my legs are killing me..." His voice is still rather soft- a sort of in between of male and female tones; gender-neutral. He glanced into the fountain to see what looked like several hundred Odian shillings! All glistening from the water flow polishing them perpetually. This must be a wishing fountain, but the water isn't flowing at the moment, so it appears to be decommissioned. With a sly grin, Alex reached into the water and snatched a coin out. "Fountain isn't even on, and no one's gathered these up? I could use some pocket change..." May clicked her tongue with a disappointed look on her face. "You put that back! This is a wishing fountain! The academy uses it to raise extra funds, a lot of people from the city who don't even go to the school come here to make a wish. It is enchanted so that every 100th shilling grants a wish as long as it isn't anything too crazy. No one is going to sit here and count all the coins, and only the 100th coin actually does anything, so the academy ends up earning a good bit for every wish. But no one person is paying it, so it is a pretty good deal for everyone. Although- I once seen a gold sovereign in there, it wasn't from Ode though, it was Yoric I think. Rich tourist." "Oh, but it isn't even turned on- it looked decommissioned." "N-no, no! It is turned off now because they were going to collect the existing coins- I think there is 200 in there right now, so two granted wishes worth already. It is only off till the master of coin sweeps it clean. If they left it on, people would keep tossing coins in, but then when it gets cleared out the coin count gets reset; so the people who tossed in coins after the 200th but before the collection basically get screwed otherwise because it won't actually count toward a wish." "So what about the dude who tossed in the sovereign?" "... actually I don't know. Maybe he got his wish instantly, because it was the value of almost a hundred on its own?" May shrugged. "I don't know if the runic array on the fountain is advanced enough to recognize different currency values, especially if it is from a different country." Alex shrugged and plopped the coin back into the fountain. As he walked behind May into the rest of the city the two of them made their way toward her small home. The more she told him about the city, the more he is glad he did not get caught trying to pinch the coin from the fountain. The city is elegant, bright, and very well-kempt. It is like that however because a lot of the people are pompous snobs. Andle doesn't look kindly on those its people view as beneath them, and as most are well versed, rich Magi- most people are viewed as below them. It is a good thing he has May to vouch for him here. May is pretty amateur when it comes to her rank in magic, but a lot of people spot them on their way back to her place and say hi, so Alex gets introduced to at least seven people by the time they get there. He was heaving all his luggage around himself the entire time, and the entire walk from the next town over- so he crashed completely as soon as they got in. Alex woke briefly for dinner and then just unpacked some essentials into the guest room and went to sleep again. The next day May had to wake up to hustle over to the academy, so she was already gone when Alex woke up again. Her house is nice but really small- the entire guest room is about the size of a walk-in closet. Alex decided to head out somewhere less cramped feeling and start getting to know the layout of the city so he can start his job hunt with a bit more confidence that he isn't going to get lost on the way to an interview. You really have to watch where you are going in this city- so many people look off into the distance, distant in thought and even several people here and there trying to read books while walking around. If you do not watch where you are going- they aren't watching where they are going, and will just mow you down. He was briefly spotted by one of May's friends that he was introduced to the day before and she waved to him but was too busy to stick around and chat. He was walking toward one of the canals to sit by the water for a few minutes but Alex almost tumbled down the stairs! In several rapid-fire surges he felt his penis suddenly thicken and increase in weight! Then in two longer-held pulses his balls increased in size and weight a bit! He spun around, looking for a grinning mage, thinking he had been pranked but there was no one here. Everyone stuck to the main roads- the narrow lane leading to the stairs down to the canal waters under the bridges wasn't occupied by anyone but him right now. Also, he just got here yesterday, almost no one knew him to want to prank him in the first place. He was almost about to bend down and touch himself to examine the damages when he stood perfectly straight at the feeling of an electric pleasure in his nipples as they stiffened at record speed! His areola widened a bit and suddenly a warmth and gentle but persistent pleasure entered his chest as he went from washboard-flat to little B cup hills! His face blushed so red it looked like he might bust a vein. Alex had always been utterly flat- that is part of why she ultimately ended up identifying as a male instead of female, he just never seen himself as being feminine, it seemed foreign to think of herself as girly so even with the option of magic to potentially give herself breasts, she turned male anyway. Because at that point, that is how he viewed himself, breasts aren't going to suddenly alter his personality. The most embarrassing memory he has is actually before he used magic to fully shift- so 'he' was still technically a 'she'. May convinced Alexandra to join her for a beach party... topless. Alex already had shorter hair, and because she has ALWAYS been flat as a board; no one would be able to tell he was actually a girl. And no one did- it worked... technically. Alex was extremely jumpy and embarrassed the entire time because she envisioned a small group of friends, when actually the party covered half the entire beach, and she got separated from May so she could not tell her she wanted to bail. Alexandra was wandering the crowds topless the entire time, impersonating a boy. Well now he IS a boy- and somehow has bigger tits than ever! Even of the people he has been introduced to- none of them know he was ever female, so then how would any of them know to give him tits as a cruel prank? But then what the hell caused this?! Alex skittered down the stairs quickly to the very bottom- the stairs are to the right of one of the bridges over to the academy property, accessed by a very narrow path between the last building on this block and the actual canal. At the very bottom of the stairs no one would have any visibility of him because he is in the shadow of the bridge overhead, and the stairs down are steep, so even beside the stairs you couldn't see him. He looked down, blushing at the two hard nubs rubbing into his shirt. He obviously did not wear a bra, so his now larger and aggressively erect nipples were pretty obviously visible through the shirt! He lifted his collar out to look at his bare chest to see the cute, perky, petite little boobs on his chest. Even though there is technically nothing wrong with them at all, he immediately felt perverted for having them! He has never had breasts of his own, and always viewed them as part of a different gender, so seeing them growing off HIS body felt like he was doing something terribly perverse, even though it isn't his fault he has them. Alex was gawking at his chest for a good ten minutes, poking them occasionally and twacking the nipples around, before he remembered the first change. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching and opened up his pants to see his junk. It looked incredibly fat at the moment but that was because it is half-flaccid- it only increased slightly in girth; most was length. At least an inch extra, to his existing seven. It bloated to a half-chub from looking at his own tits, and now examining it directly was causing it to erect the rest of the way! Alex let go of the waist and immediately stood back up. He needed to find May! It was almost lunch, and May mentioned last night that she actually ate at the edge of the wishing fountain often, because the area is always shaded, and the sound of the wind in all the immense trees nearby is very calming. It is also conveniently the least trafficked area of the campus- the only people who go there are going to the fountain, there are no paths leading anywhere else other than off the campus entirely. Like that day on the beach many years ago- Alex was blushing and his belly full of butterflies, wondering if anyone noticed. B cups are quite petite, but he has no bra and his shirt is rather thin, and his damned nipples won't stand down! No one around here knew him to know what he looked like before to compare against, so Alex is the only one who knew anything was amiss. He breathed a sigh of relief when he seen May eating a sandwich on the edge of the wishing fountain and dashed over. "May! Someone put a curse on me, you gotta help!" She cocked a brow at him. "You've been here less than a day, who the heck is going to curse you? 99.9% of the population don't even know you exist yet." She took out a pad of paper from her binder and drew up a runic array using a special dense charcoal and activated it, shaking her head immediately after. "No, there is no hex energy in or around your body. You definitely were not cursed by anyone." "W-well how do you explain these?!" Alex motioned to his chest. May blushed a bit and shrugged. "Nipples kinda just do that sometimes. It is sort of the only thing they do." Alex grunt in frustration, glancing around to see if anyone else was around and then bowed, pulling his collar down to show her the breasts behind the nipples. "Oh! Well, those are new. But it wasn't hex energy used, so it isn't a curse, so the spell isn't progressive, it probably doesn't have any advancement triggers... the spell was created because someone wanted it- but obviously you do not, which means you were not the intended target?" She started flipping through her notes. "Hold on a sec." She kept humming and flipping through pages, trying to think about how she could identify the magic. Curses are meant as punishments, so they are generally built to follow the target, which means the original caster cannot be its power source- so they are built out of a self-perpetuating source of energy, usually backfiring some energy exerted by the target. Like a spell powered off of someone trying to resist the spell. So it is usually pretty easy to spot a malicious spell, because they have different powering mechanisms, but that was not present here. Alex plopped down so heavily onto the edge of the fountain that he almost fell in, and that caused May's eyes to widen in realization! "Wait, when did this happen?" Alex shrugged. "I don't have a watch- I came almost straight here as soon as it happened to look for you, so it couldn't have been more than fifteen minutes ago." May gasped and slowly pointed into the fountain. "The head Arcanist was here when I first came out, granting the two wishes in the fountain." "I thought the fountain does that?" "The fountain isn't smart enough to interpret human desires. The fountain keeps track of which coin is which and marks the 100th. The head Arcanist comes to grant the wish, and then he informs the master of coin to come collect the money and turn the fountain back on to reset everything for the next batch." "But, I didn't make a wish... or throw a coin in the fountain." "Yes you did! Yesterday you tried to pinch a coin, then tossed it back in! It was at the top of the pile of coins in there, so it was the last coin placed in the fountain... coin #200. You never made a wish, but that coin was already marked with someone else's wish! By re-placing it in the fountain you changed the target of the wish to yourself! You were granted someone else's wish!" May once again flipped rapidly through her notes trying to think of a way to fix this situation. Unfortunately there is no way anything she does is going to be stronger than a spell cast by the head Arcanist himself. "Hrrnn... I don't know if this will work at all, but maybe if we remove the coin again from the fountain? It may be too late, but removing a coin might reduce the fountain's count, since the spell only activates every 100 coins, so reducing the count to 199 may cause it to deactivate? You changed the position of the coin when you tossed it back in, so let me identify which coin is charged before you go grabbing a random one and mixing them up even more..." After a moment she shook her head with a frustrated grunt. "I uh... I don't know which one is which. I can see which ones are charged with a wish but there is two, because there is 200 coins. Fifty-fifty, I guess." May pointed to one of the two charged coins and Alex rolled up a sleeve and lifted it out, but nothing happened. She then pointed to the other and again- nothing happened. May sighed again. "Yea, it is too late, the wishes were already granted, I didn't think it would work, because then when the master of coin takes them the wishes would deactivate otherwise. It was all I could think of to try though..." They heard someone yawning rather loudly as they approached down the steps from the door into the academy, and May quickly swat Alex's hand from below to knock the coins back into the fountain before the master of coin seen them tampering with the fountain! The master of coin is a rather bored looking woman with platinum blonde hair and glasses that looked a size too big for her face. She knelt a moment to place an open cloth bag on the ground and then straightened to face an open palm toward the fountain as the coins launched themselves out in rapid-fire. The coins hit her palm and discharged the liquid from their surface before falling into the bag below to be counted. Her lips moved but she said nothing audibly- she was counting the coins in her head as they clapped against her hand. Alex braced himself before speaking up. "Uhm, ma'am, could you help us with a uhm, fountain relat-ack!" May gave him a stern look and jammed him with her elbow to shut him up. The master of coin looked at him, pausing her work a moment before holding out several fingers on her free hand so she did not lose her count. "Hmm?" "O-oh, uh, I was just wondering when the fountain would be usable again?" "As soon as the old coins are removed. When the coin count returns to zero, the fountain will automatically turn itself back on, so as soon as I am done here." Alex lowered his voice and looked to May again. "What was that for?! I was going to ask her if she could reset the last wish." "Oh sure, if you don't mind going to jail!" "W-what?!" "You stole someone's wish! Grand Theft Arcane! If you take this to any of the headmasters, you will be reported to the police, you dunce!" "But then how do we fix this?!" May muttered half to herself; "They aren't that big, you could just keep them." She sighed and spoke up a bit clearer again. "There is only one thing we can do. The head Arcanist's spells are too strong to be undone- he is naturally the strongest Mage here, that is why he is the head. If the person who made the wish originally returns to the fountain they can exchange it for a new one, at the cost of a single additional coin. We need to find whoever made that wish and get them to reset it- it doesn't matter what they change it to, as long as they re-make the wish, the target of it will change back to the person it actually belongs to." "Aaaand they aren't just going to report me to the police too?" "We don't need to tell them what happened. They are going to be wondering where the hell their wish went, because if you have their wish- they don't. So we just tell them something went wrong with the fountain and they will reset the wish on their own to get its effects back." Now the hard part- finding who made the wish. Luckily they did not need to go around talking to every person in the entire city. Thanks to the crossed-wires of the stolen wish- there is a mana trail leading from Alex to the original wisher. As a Mage in training; May can faintly detect this mana trail... at least for now, that it is still fresh, and can follow it like a dog follows a scent. But like a scent- the trail isn't particularly well-defined; it is not like there is a giant beacon over the head of the wish maker. ----- 01 The two of them left toward the front section of the property- the outer yard is broken into three sections, enclosed with tall, dense hedges. As they approached the front though- a golden retriever came galloping out to them, smelling them quickly, and was about to continue running off, but paused and did a double-take at Alex. A shiver ran up Alex's body, but on his lower body rather than the feeling fade off quickly; it instead transitioned to a new one, a subtle itchy prickling and a sudden warmth! He quickly reached around to touch his lower back where the feeling was the most intense and his eyes widened at the feeling of bristly fur!! "W-what the fuck is happening NOW?!" May grabbed his arm and spun him around so she could see- there was a bulge in his pants too just below the fur spreading out! May grabbed it and pulled a tail out from his pants! It grew quickly, and the fur over it also grew very quickly- becoming fully formed in a matter of mere moments... the tail of a golden lab. "Oh nooo...." "What?! What is it, what is ha-aaahhhnn~ appening?!" He wobbled in place and needed to put a hand on May's shoulder to stay upright as his feet started to change now too! "We took both wish coins out of the fountain and put them BACK, before they were collected. I think we re-directed the other wish as well. You've now stolen TWO wishes by accident!" Alex's feet stretched, causing his heels to shove into the back of his shoes and forced him to stand up on the front of his feet only as his heels popped out of the shoes entirely from lack of room! His shin bone started to shorten slightly as the sole of his feet took some of its mass as well as created some new mass. His toes became thicker and his nails darkened to charcoal grey as they grew out into blunted claws. The claws already pressed into the ends of his socks tightly, but a prickly feeling caused him to curl his toes which ripped open the ends of his socks entirely! Fur started to grow very rapidly on the knuckles of his toes and spread to consume his feet entirely! Even the bottom of his feet were covered in fur, though several patches toward the fronts spread open, to re-expose patches of skin as it darkened and thickened. Fat deposits bloated the dense skin out, forming into paw pads, completing the transformation of his feet into the paws of a dog! He wobbled again as his thighs started to change proportions, becoming wider but flatter. May seen several people walking past through the front area of the academy, and shoved Alex back into the hedge-wall to keep his transformation out of sight! Of course, that immediately caused him to fall over onto all fours since his legs were changing and unstable. The dog immediately moved behind him and slipped into the bushes too- to smell his rump with clear interest. It was more than just curiosity though; the tip of his red rocket started to emerge from his sheath. The tail was already forcing Alex's pants down in the back, and wagging itself for some reason. His thighs changing proportion also strained his pants threatening to pull them lower, but then when he tried to get back up, his hips let out a loud, hollow pop and shifted shapes! The sockets in his pelvis shifted- preventing him from standing up properly again! He had the hips of a quadruped! Obviously; dogs can stand on their back legs... but they can't walk on just the back. Alex's knees almost knocked together and his hips dipped at the sensation of the fur now consuming his ballsack- forcing the human pubic hairs out. His pants fell off entirely- no longer able to fit properly on this new shape, and caught on the leg just over the ankle because of how they are bent- they would fall off entirely if he attempted to walk. Thanks to the elastic; his underpants remained where they were, but are only sort of half-on anyway, because they are also pulled down to allow the tail out. When the fur covered his crotch it seemed to slow its growth as it converged on his dick, and slowly started to climb it! His penis seemed to draw fully under the foreskin as the fur crept up onto what should be the shaft normally. The foreskin however thickened by at least double, and when his penis re-emerged the skin tone looked redder than normal... and the penis started to slide out a different shape. The fur stopped at the edge of the foreskin... which was now instead a sheath! The glans seemed to get caught on the inner rim, and then popped abruptly, sending a sudden, short-lived pleasure shock into him. The penis slid out now with the glans inverted, forming a shallow dent on the head rather than a helmet cap. The urethra slowly stood out- erecting faster than the rest of the shaft, projecting out off from the end as its own little rounded spike. The pale, fat veins of a human penis started to shrink and spread- becoming darker violet in appearance but also becoming a lot less pronounced and much more numerous. The feeling of the shaft dividing from the foreskin-turned-sheath was like peeling a sticker off your skin... except it is very sensitive skin, so it created a subtle but constant pleasure as the two divided, which made it erect. The sheath was formed from the foreskin which was formerly most of the length of his shaft, so this transformation also had the side effect of effectively making his dick considerably larger. The further the inner phallus divided and erected, the further up the sheath the fusion between it and his underside became. The fur around his tail and crotch seemed to stop at the same point- it went the highest in the back forming a sort-of stripe on his spine, but stopped lower than his ribs on either side of the torso. The changes seemed to only affect his lower half- leaving everything above completely unaffected. There was an odd pinching feeling that also created an echo of pleasure and Alex held himself up by only one hand so he could feel his underbelly with the other and found six tiny bald nubs in the new fur... dog teats. They don't project at all on male dogs... but Alex has breasts, so the transformation is likely confused as to what gender Alex actually is, so it is giving him both male and female parts at the same time! Uh oh... but that means..? Alex's arms gave out entirely and he fell face-first into the soft mulchy soil below the bushes while his ass remained unintentionally hiked up for the dog to lick! A strange and powerful pleasure erupted from his butt and did not stop! The dog immediately started to lick gently at his exposed anus which only created even more pleasure! The insides of his anus rippled as the flesh became looser- though still held their shape with muscle ribs; greatly increasing the flexibility of the inner tissue. The actual opening of his anus turned from pink to grey-pink, to a glossy black as it swelled outward instead of inward! His hips and legs started to shrink slightly and then Alex let out a loud stuttered moan- forcing May to now start whistling randomly to try and cover up the sound! Alex's anus stood out like a doughnut shaped pillow, but then started to stretch wider slightly toward the top, and then abruptly pulled further down at the very bottom as something new formed, and branched pleasure receptors out from his prostate... forming a clit in the lower point of the opening. Alex's anus completely transformed into a canine vulva!! He doesn't even have a butt anymore- he has two sets of genitals instead! The pleasure explosion of the clit forming forced the knot to swell at the base of his transformed dick, which forced to pull further out, tightening itself to its maximum and holding there, while the sheath was yanked further down than it normally went to make room. As the knot swelled it forced itself higher up from lack of room and popped out completely when it was roughly the size of two golf balls side-by-side. What the hell kind of transformation is THIS? What psychopath wished this in the first place?! His entire body tingled again, and he got goose bumps as a warmth filled him and his thoughts dulled. He felt so horny, and in spite of the situation could not stop thinking about sex suddenly. The tail wagged entirely on its own, fanning the scent of a pussy in heat at the dog behind him, letting him know it was open for service! Alex got back up onto all fours, but his arms were now longer than his legs making him a bit unbalanced. His lower half was larger than the average golden lab, but smaller than it should be for his human upper half. When he felt the dog paws on his hips, he instinctively thrust his hips back and took a full stride, sliding under the dog behind him! The dog hooked his paws around Alex's hips and pulled himself forward, thrusting his dick into the new vulva and started to hump away! Alex's brain was just filled with flashes of light as the pleasure spikes caused his thoughts to blank out, so he could not properly think. The feeling of the pleasure canceled the annoying heat, but it came back as soon as he stops, so it came and went in waves with the dog's thrusts. The dog's penis was the only way to scratch that itch! Alex's penis wobbled and flicked aggressively with the thrusts, now considerably heavier than he is used to thanks to all the blood engorging the knot to be as tight as stone. Even compared against the proportions of his lower half alone- the dick is impressively large. The size increase he had earlier seems to have carried over into this transformed state as well. Just the exposed part of his dick outside of the sheath was already bigger than he was. As it bobbed around from the force of the thrusts, the weight tugged on the sheath. It spurt pre at regular intervals- echoing the dog thrusting into him, because of the pleasure spikes it created! May glanced at him through the small gap in the hedges. "W-what the hell are you doing?!" "I d-duuuh... d-don't ah, know! Need... this... so, sooo- aahhn~" May blushed brightly and stepped to the side to cover the gap they created in the foliage and continued to whistle to try and cover the sound they were making! Alex's anus might be a vulva now- but that did not change the position of his prostate being beside it- so close to the passage that it can be touched through the tissue wall. The dog shaft kept rushing past it, just brushing it lightly, but once he was worked up enough he started to shove his knot against the opening, squishing the plush outer labia inward which also caused the prostate to tingle through convection. When the knot was slick enough with lube and managed to pop inside, it was immediately rested against the prostate, and shoved the vaginal passage outward so far that it squeezed the prostate! The deluge of pre from the knot slamming against the prostate was so large it almost looked like Alex was peeing for a moment! His dick wobbled loosely under him, unable to tense up even when the pleasure spikes, because the knot shoved in his rear is so large that it is partially blocking circulation! The dog was now tied with him and could not pull out- but canine labia is already built for that purpose. Rather than pull the cock out, the entire vulva stretched out longer to follow the dick at least a good inch out from the pelvic floor before pulling him back forward! The plump black labia massaged the back of his knot and the flesh compressing back into its relaxed shape rubbed the front when he pushed back forward. It did not take long for Alex to cum once the knot was inside. Because the dog's knot blocked the flow partially, his cum did not jet out, but rather came out in a steady, heavy flow straight down, still flicking about from the force of the dog thrusting. The echoes of pleasure did not fade though after orgasm, and actually continued to build but not centered further back- the new vulva! Finally the dog himself hit climax and blasted his load while cramming himself as hard into the soft hole as possible, and that caused Alex to also orgasm; but this time from his pussy... which was a bizarre feeling, because it is where his colon would normally be, and not somewhere you'd normally feel pleasure like that. Someone looked at May with a furrowed brow when Alex yelped out in pleasure, thinking May was the one who made the sound. May just faked a confused look, shrugged, and shook her head at the man who then continued walking. The main path into the front of the academy was only ten feet away from where they are, so ten to fifteen feet away; almost fifty people had passed going one way or the other while they are fucking in the hedges! Alex's limbs again became wobbly as the pleasure took his strength away and he flopped over entirely onto the ground. The dog was actually the first to try to pull out, but failed, yipped at the mild pain from trying, and then turned around and laid onto the soil with Alex- facing the opposite direction. Alex squirmed a moment, feeling very weird- his entire lower half had an odd pressure in it! All of the canine features started to glow! A moment later it burst off of him like colored vapor- immediately regressing his lower half back to perfectly human, undoing the last change entirely! What the heck is that wish?! Alex was almost ready to breathe a sigh of relief but ended up gasping and holding his breath as his eyes widened and he felt another familiar sensation! Although human again and very slowly softening- his penis' size seemed to stall. It was still getting softer but now no longer getting smaller! It is becoming flaccid but growing in size at the same time!! Since his balls aren't supposed to change size ever; the growth was more obvious there, as his balls increased from the size of chicken eggs to the size of tennis balls! The sensation from his chest was even more intense, and caused his breathing and heart rate to be stuttered because the sensation was on his chest! His nipples went rock hard and tingled with pressure! His areola spread a bit wider and stretched out, fattening up as well. Then the breasts themselves filled with warmth and a gentle pressure as the skin pulled so taut that the pours pulled smooth momentarily making them look shiny! The fat swelled rapidly within, causing his breasts to be even better insulated as the little hills became steeper curves, and then started to droop at the bottoms and fold over his chest a bit, taking on the natural tear-drop shape of full, natural breasts! In only twenty seconds Alex went from little jiggly B cup hills to plump, round D cups! The difference between cup sizes is actually much steeper between B and D than it is between flat and B- so the size increase this time is actually quite a bit more than the first go. Alex was gasping for breath when the changes stopped this time. May kept glancing back at him nervously. "Are you fucking done yet? What the HELL. We need to get out of here not bang some strangers pet!!" Alex blushed and was so flustered her felt dizzy from embarrassment. "I... I can't. He is tied to me, we have t-" He quickly shut his mouth as he seen from the small gap that someone walked up to May just outside of the hedges. It is the dog owner! Her parents came to visit her at the academy for a day, and brought the family dog... which would be the dog currently tied to Alex. It seen all the people at the academy, got excited and ran off on its own. May just pointed to the section the fountain is in, saying the dog ran that way, but she did not see where it went. Luckily the dog did not try to bark to its master, or their location would have been given away immediately. As soon as the knot settled down, Alex pulled off and the dog started to lick its shrinking cock clean before it returned to the sheath, then trot off happily to find its master. Alex scrambled to get his outfit back in place- though now his breasts were quite obvious in the shirt, and pulled the fabric taut between the two tits in the front. With little B cups- his nipples actually held the fabric out far enough that the breasts themselves were not visible, but that no longer worked. He slipped out of the hedges once he had fixed himself up the best he could. "What the hell is happening to me?! I grew AGAIN too!" May blushed, but could not restrain a bit of a smirk too. "Y-yes, I can see that." "I mean... down below too." May looked surprised a moment, glancing down but not being able to tell through the pants. "Oh. You're... man bits grew too? Well, it isn't all bad then, eh?" "Ugh, I was fine with my size already, thanks." The two of them slipped out of the academy, but then took to the back lanes immediately because May needed to use her own magic to try to decipher the nature of these two wishes- otherwise they might end up doing something embarrassing in public without meaning to. May was able to determine the nature of the wishes- but unfortunately the two wishes did not play nice together. The first wish is an extremely common one- a man wished to be better endowed. Unfortunately because Alex was born female, the spell increased both his breast size and genital size, because it could not discern his true gender! The second spell he unintentionally stole was a woman wishing she had an ass to attract any male... see... this is why you need to be specific when you make a wish. She never specified what SPECIES of male. The first male Alex encountered was a dog- an ass to attract a dog is obviously a dog ass! A dog doesn't care about anatomical correctness, so rather than swap Alex's sex around, it just repurposed his anus, which is why that happened. Which means Alex will change again whenever a male notices him! Alex looking at a male should not matter, and a male just glancing at him should not count, but if a male- of any species- looks at him, he will change to be what they find attractive. Also an unfortunate side effect of this is that males generally like the female to also enjoy themselves... which then forces Alex to be horny and want it too. Now the real kicker? The second wish changes his form, but is negated when the male is no longer able to be aroused- their refractory period. Because it changes his body the first wish thinks it needs to re-apply itself. The wish was for better endowments... he never stated a measurement. There is no stated size other than 'bigger'. So every time it is re-applied, Alex becomes bigger than he was before. Every time the second wish activates, he gets bigger boobs and bigger junk, and that change DOESN'T revert itself, it just keeps stacking. This means Alex cannot actually be there to help May talk to the people who made the wishes, because one of them is male and will trigger the wish! May tells Alex to try and stay put in the narrow back lane they are in now. He cannot risk anyone actually noticing him or he risks changing, and changing will keep growing him bigger. May hustles off to try to find the people who made the wish- the closest one to them right now is the woman; so the wish to attract any males. May pat him on the head, assuring him she will try to hurry and hustled off. Alex groaned, now pacing the back lane. The buildings around here all had smooth white outer walls so the lane was unfortunately rather bright in spite of being in the shade and not illuminated by anything other than refracted sunlight. The buildings are quite close together however, so the lane is very narrow- only as wide as one and a half people... or just one really large person. So generally they are not used to get around, so in spite of how heavily trafficked the nearby roads are, the lanes are empty. Alex is quite jumpy glancing at all the people rushing past on the streets though. The downside of the lanes being so very small is that if someone DOES enter it- it's impossible to avoid being seen. There is also technically nothing stopping a bird from landing on the edge of a building, looking down at Alex and turning him into half a seagull. Since it is the far edge of the city, there is farms nearby that would be considerably lower traffic as well... but only human traffic. Plenty of animals there to turn him into, so that wouldn't be a great plan either. Alex wandered slowly in the maze of narrow pathways, trying to map out his options. There are several lanes he could dash into if he needs to hide, but so close to the academy; he cannot leave this block without crossing a very busy road. Alex could also not stop looking down at his own assets, blushing in arousal at his own wobbly tits. He obviously had no bra, so there was nothing to brace them, so their weight gently tugged at him with every little movement, causing the nipples to brush against the fabric of his shirt, since the shirt was stretched across the fronts to firmly. He would like to reach up under there and feel them up, but this was neither the time nor place for that. When someone stepped into the lane Alex immediately noticed because his footsteps echoed against the hard walls! Oh great, it was an old man with a cane too- Alex would rather drown himself in the nearby river than be forced to bang an old geezer. Alex quickly darted away and around a corner before the man really looked up to see him. He dashed down another length of lane before turning another corner- now he was in an alley that faced the same direction the old man is coming from, so no chance of him coming this way. Alex slowed his jogging just as a back door on one of the buildings swung open! ----- 02 "-I don't know, I already called the plumber, he said he was on his way twenty minutes ago." The man tossed an entire bucket of cold water directly into the surprised Alex. "OH SHIT! I am so sorry! I didn't see you there!!" Before Alex could even get a word in, the man grabbed him and pulled him inside, scrambling to get a towel to help dry him off! Alex was both stunned by the cold water suddenly, but also another transformation- the man hasn't gotten a good look at him but he DID very much notice Alex. Alex let out a squeak of alarm at the inward pressure in his genitals! His penis and balls were rapidly shrinking, and he fell back against the wall behind himself as his taint seemed to collapse in on itself just behind his balls- forming a vagina! Unlike the average beast- humans do tend to be more picky about anatomical correctness. The stolen mass from his genitals was immediately repurposed as his breasts once again heated up and started to grow! Alex's shirt pulled even tighter and the bottom was pulled right off his torso as the top stretched further out! His breasts grew so large even the sides of them were smushed against the shirt, trying to steal all the fabric away just to contain the breasts alone, exposing more and more midriff! He winced at the feeling of his nipples trying to invert- the fabric smushing them back hard, but the nipples themselves still rigid and trying to push out. The edge of the shirt actually cut into the back sides of his chest from pressure and the seams under his arms felt like they might burst open if he moves too abruptly! His dick thankfully did not vanish entirely- it shrank to an embarrassingly tiny size as well as his balls now being no larger than grapes, but they did both remain above the now fully formed human vulva, the balls slightly overhanging the new clit! His legs lengthened a bit, his feet becoming a bit slenderer and his leg muscles more toned. His hips once again popped but unlike last time they did not reshape, they simply got bigger. The growth put a diamond shaped gap between his thighs and crotch and his butt cheeks swelled larger but taut, forming a perfect bubble butt. He already had a pristine lower back, adorned with venus dimples. The weight of the water now in his hair was joined with increasingly more hair now as well. The violent, tight waves of his hair grew longer into tight curls, then as they fell over the sides of his head they stretched into curtains of large curls. Still longer, the weight of his hair started to straighten itself a bit and the curls stretched into tight ringlets, then as they cascaded lower to his chest pulled into huge ringlets- spirals forming a base brown mane. The rest of Alex seemed to remain the same... he was born a woman, so he was never especially masculine in the first place. He had no idea what cup size his breasts are now. They look like K cups, but also his shirt is super-compressing them. His shirt covered his entire torso easily before- now it literally covers his breasts and nothing else. Even the bottoms are folded up from pressure to cup the bottom curvature of his tits, and doesn't actually touch his body. The collar is chaffing the back of his neck because its pulled so tightly forward to expose cleavage. His shirt may have very well already exploded, except the water on it made the threads more flexible. Alex was wishing May would hurry up, but she was not given that much time to work. Not only did she need to find the people who made those wishes- she also had to get them to the academy and the fountain in order to reset the wish, which meant travel time even besides finding them. Which also means she will not do it one at a time, because that doubles the travel time- May is going to find both people before returning to the academy. It did not even occur to Alex to simply leave the building and make a break for it once the guy left to find a towel- unfortunately he was already subconsciously waiting for him to come back and bang him. The man returned with a roll of paper towels- the best thing he could find on short notice. Alex was at the back exit to a restaurant. Having his hair grow suddenly actually spread the moisture out, so it wasn't even that wet now, but she still humored the guy and pat himself down, unconsciously taking his time patting his breasts dry, causing them to bounce with every touch. "I am so sorry, I didn't even look to see if anyone was there. Are you... you... you are... very pretty." Alex felt his pussy clench, wanting the man. "What... what is your name?" The man came a bit closer, unconsciously reaching a hand out to take Alex's. Alex was starting to breathe deeper now, his heart beating a bit harder. "Alexandra..." Well... hasn't used that name in a while, but it is technically true. "Dan." Alex leaned forward, now so close they could taste each other's breath. Alex's breath smelled faintly of mint, his smelled of garlic. It is a Yore style restaurant, and they like their garlic. 'That is why there are no vampires in Yore'. They kissed and he took Alex's other hand to draw him closer, but his tits are so huge that they squashed between them tightly. Pressing into their front caused them to billow out to the sides and with a dull pop, some of the seams under his arm burst! They leaned away from each other for a moment and both looked at his breasts, hearing the faint sound of creaking fabric. Leaning back and putting his breasts forward again shifted the pressure and after a moment, they both flinched away as the fabric down the front of his shirt exploded open! Alex's now bare breasts sloshed forward, slapping again Dan's chest and took a half minute to finally stop wobbling around like a waterbed! They are so large that when let loose; they hang low enough to touch his belly button! He cannot reach forward without having to reach around the curvature of the sides of his giant boobs! Dan was breathing heavily now too in sudden arousal, and placed his face straight into Alex's cleavage, smothering himself a moment in hot tit flesh. With his face still buried in the tits, Dan attempted to reach down and pull down Alex's pants. Alex had a bit of a panic attack, remembering he still has male genitals- just really tiny ones. He quickly pulled his giant breasts away and turned around, pulling his own pants down and then used his enlarged butt to pin Dan to the wall on the other side of the back hall. If he fucks Alex from behind, maybe he won't actually notice his genitals aren't quite right. In being preoccupied with this however- Alex was completely neglecting the thought that only minutes ago he had no desire to have sex with anyone in the first place, and he doesn't even know this guy. Dan did not hesitate to drop his own pants in spite of being at work and someone could turn the corner and find them at any moment. The spell was altering his desire too after all, turning his erection to painfully rigid almost instantly. Since it was literally made for him- Alex's pussy was the exact perfect size to hug Dan's dick perfectly. Alex reached down between his legs to touch and rub his clit- but also did it so he could cup and hold his tiny penis and balls still, so Dan would not notice they are there! The shaft was only two inches long fully erect, trying to rub his clit caused the tiny penis to rub against his palm, smearing its precum on it and pleasuring itself on the slick surface. No longer having a reason not to- Alex used his other hand to grab onto one of his behemoth tits and squeeze. It was big and soft enough that the flesh billowed up between his fingers looking like it was going to swallow his hand entirely! He moaned loudly- masked barely by the constant loud clattering of the restaurant kitchen in the background. The weight, the touch... so smooth, so soft, so squishy! Alex loves tits and now he has a pair of giant ones hanging off his own body! They flop and then jiggle with every thrust from Dan. The sheer arousal of being pinned to the wall by such a perfect ass, on a 'woman' whose so well-endowed that you can see half her boobs from around her sides- behind her; Dan did not last very long and hit climax well ahead of Alex! It was then that Alex's heart jumped and he realized... that would cause him to turn back right in front of Dan! "Yo Danny boy, where'd ya fuggin go? Plumbers 'ere, we need ya back behind the grill." Dan quickly pulled out of Alex and scrambled to get his junk back in his pants- his boss was approaching fast! The boss came into the opposite end of the hall and narrowed his eyes at Dan fumbling with his belt. "The hell you doin'?" "Uh..." Dan turned to Alex but seen only empty space, glancing past at the back door as it slowly shut on its own. "N-nothing. Just cleaning up some of the water that leaked." "A'ight, well c'mon." Alex dashed out into the laneway, around a corner and to the furthest intersection he could get to from the restaurant without crossing the open road. He bent over to catch his breath even as he felt the weird gentle tingling as his new feminine features started to glow and then melt off as pure energy, exposing his once again normal body below. Or... almost normal. He was almost sad to see his beautiful hair regress, but knew what a pain maintaining long hair is- which was why he gave that up long ago, even before he altered his gender. The glow spreading in his hair almost looked like the embers spreading on a sheet of paper that has been lit on fire. As the glow passed over- the hair left in its wake evaporated. The remaining hair lightened, becoming bouncier and springing up tighter, till eventually it was too short to form full curls- reverting to how it had been before the encounter with Dan. His breasts started to glow so brightly you could use them as a flashlight for a moment before they burst into a cloud of colored vapor and dissipated into the air, but only two seconds after; his breasts felt comfortably tight and the skin was pulled shiny as they started to swell again! The transformation spell was gone but that meant the growth spell re-activated again! His eyes crossed and he bent so far forward he almost fell to the ground as he felt his genitals swelling! His pussy once again gone, and his penis returned to its enlarged size almost instantly, but now it gained even more size. His balls enlarged to the size of softballs, pulling the scrotum smooth from lack of room for the empowered orbs! Dan orgasmed- Alex did not, so the growth of the shaft was more obvious this time because it was still erect! The veins bloated fatter around the shaft, the head pulled tight and started to purple as the corona grew broader. The shaft did not grow only in length but also girth. Now thick enough that a single hand could not entirely encompass it- your fingers and thumb would not be able to touch around the shaft. It pulsed so impossibly tight with every little surge of growth, like the inside of the cock grew before the surface tissue could catch up. The shaft also arched upward from pressure before straightening out again. By the time it stopped it looked like it was hanging around eleven inches out over the top of his pants! By the time his tits stopped growing they were real big- but still not as big as they were during the mass-shift with Dan thankfully. Alex yanked his pants back up properly, stuffing the massive dong back in, though had to uncomfortably bend the shaft over and stuff it into a pant leg to force the erection out. If he tried to stand it up, it would be sticking up past the waist of his pants by several inches. Which would particularly not work right now, because his shirt is trash. The seams under his arms are partially blown out, but the entire front of the shirt is torn completely in half... so regardless of what size they are; he cannot cover his breasts. Not knowing what else to do, Alex took the shirt off completely and then turned it around and tied the arms around his back, using the torn body of the shirt to cover his breasts. This of course only covered the middle of the breasts- their top and bottom curves are fully exposed. This location is far too busy, he realized. Alex could not safely wait here for May, but he also did not really have a way to escape. There are farm fields nearby that he can get away from humans in, but then plenty of animals still to transform him. Bad plan, at first glance. If he gets trapped in a laneway with a human he is going to transform anyway, so if he is going to transform regardless- it makes more sense to let an animal do it. An animal isn't going to call the cops when the transformation reverts- a human probably will. The other problem with this plan however is that... the farmland doesn't start for another street over... he still needs to get there without encountering ANY males. Also it is then a wide open field- the nearest farmhouse is on the opposite end of the property, so that is a LOT of open land for anyone to spot him, and if he is the only thing out running through the field- he is going to get spotted. Alex nervously dashed from the end of one alley to another, peeking out around the corners to try and find something that could help him. The road on the north of the block went to the academy, to the east was the canal, to the west was another very busy road, and to the south was a less busy road, and beyond that the farmland. Alex was pacing around when he noticed a break in the crowd. That was odd- it went to very busy to nothing at all. He popped his head out and seen a horse towing an open top cart- mostly empty, two bales of hay and some odd tools rattling around in the back. A farmer come into town to pick up groceries or supplies. The break in traffic was to allow the horse past. ----- 03 Wait! That is it! The farmer is going into the shop, he is leaving the horse outside obviously, untended. If Alex can sneak over to the horse and untie it, he can use the horse and cart to get out to the farmland without looking suspicious or attracting people's stares. It was his only chance. Even now he can hear two different people in the lanes of the same block he is on, passing through. Traffic in the back alley was minuscule compared to the streets- but when the streets are this busy, even a little traffic in comparison is still too much for Alex. He slipped out of the back lane and shuffled his way up the cart, between it and the wall, so no one could see him past it; because with barely covered boobs like his- anyone who seen him is definitely going to stare. He untied the reins from the post, but in doing so- caught the attention of the horse. The stallion looked directly at him. Alex felt the subtle tingle through his body and knew he was in trouble. He went to dash back into the alleyways to hide, but then remembered he needs to actually have sex with the stud or he won't turn back to normal. It can't have sex if it can't reach him. He remained there for a moment, even as he felt the transformation happening in order to undo the harness linking the horse to the cart, so it could walk away- though the horse remained where he was. Alex had to move into the alley now, the transformation was too quick to risk being in the open any longer. Even as he unfastened the cart, he was forced onto his tip-toes again as the central toe grew immensely! His legs grew larger and longer, but the proportions shifted as well, making his shins a bit shorter and his soles a lot longer. Unlike with his dog change however, the central bone grew so immense that it squeezed the surrounding bones for space, fused to them, and eventually absorbed their mass entirely. All the bones of the sole were now a single giant cannon bone. Where there had been five toes, now there was only one giant toe- the nail now grown massive and dark, overtaking the entire front of the singular digit to be the hoof of an odd-toe ungulate. Because his shoes and socks were long-abandoned in the hedges at the academy, his hooves were already clopping against the bare ground by the time Alex dashed back into the back lanes. He groaned and bent over, pressing his butt into the wall, feeling it spread against the hard surface- the cool temperatures of the shaded wall versus the warmth of his flesh, heated further by the changes racing through it. Bigger and more muscular his ass swelled, more and more of his massive butt cheeks peaked over his straining pants, forcing them down in the back. He shuddered and grabbed at the bulge in his crotch as he felt it swelling immensely- but it bloated in girth more than anything, becoming tremendously fat When he felt the odd tickling of skin dividing he remembered the feeling of his foreskin turning into a sheath- it was happening again, only this time with a large, plump equine sheath. His rump almost looked like someone was pouring milk onto it- but it was actually growing a snow white pelt on it. The horse pelt is so short and fine that he did not feel the prickly sensation like he did when he grew dog fur- it was simply a warmth. His legs were now twice as thick as his arms and twice as long too- if Alex fell over he might not be able to get back up, because his limbs are so miss-matched. His pant legs were filled to capacity by the muscular limbs, but still more and more ass billowed rounder out of the back, pulling the pants further down. A short tail stretched out, and fur flowed out from it so quickly it looked like liquid spilling out from the tail for a moment, till gravity caught up with it. The tail was the color of caramel, unlike the regular pelt. The hairs growing from the tail made an itchy, prickly feeling as they grew and Alex attempted to stand up straight and grab it to relieve the feeling a bit was abruptly stopped! His eyes widened when he realized he cannot stand perfectly straight- his ass is actually so gigantic that it prevents his spine from moving all the way back. His ass and legs alone were the same mass as the entire rest of his body, and still growing a bit! His balls grew to the size of ostrich eggs, and the color of his scrotum turned to a dark-chocolate brown. His dick overgrew his pants entirely even as it was only starting to become erect now from the feelings the changes were giving him. It stretched from the sheath and changed shape as it both grew and erected. The stallion he released now wandered a bit, following a scent in the air to the opening of the lane, peering in around the corner to see Alex- who was now giving off an equine pheromone. When the blood gathered into the glans, it stretched wider easier than larger overall, causing the corona to become massively exaggerated. The bumps swelled and fused along the corona, making it rather lumpy in appearance. The face of the glans remained rounded, but much broader and the crevice between the two forward sides became more pronounced. The urethra sunk into a chasm of its own making as the rest of the head swelled out around it, but then the urethra alone rose out of the middle, projected out from the glans separately, but still protected by it. The helmet shaped glans went to a mushroom shape and then even more extreme to more like an open umbrella. The medial ring formed just behind the glans at first, and then Alex once again was assaulted by the feeling of two layers of flesh peeling away from one another, and a whole additional length of shaft started to emerge from the newly formed ring- doubling the size of the cock again. The dark brown tone became dappled at the mid-point though. The glans and second half of the shaft were instead a pale candy pink. The veins in it bulged massively from the surface, especially toward the base, and even up onto his crotch! Alex wheezed as his hips let out a pop loud enough to echo down the alleyway. His entire hips became wider, which only encouraged his giant round butt cheeks to get even bigger! The lower half of his body was easily twice the width of the top half, if not more. Even the hooves on the ends of his legs are broader than his own entire head. It did not occur to Alex in the moment that the proportions did not all match up. Compared to his human dick, the horse cock is obviously a lot larger... but compared to his other horse parts... it's actually kind of small. And none of the spell-induced size was applying itself... which means it had somewhere else to be. The stallion trot into the lane just barely able to fit, and just in time for the real show. Hidden in the snow white pelt was two chocolate brown nubs just above Alex's cock. A gentle but incessant pleasure started to radiate from them, and a feeling sort of like getting an erection- or nipples hardening... except that the sensation did not stop. The nubs grew to little teats, then to fat ones, and then massive stumps! Equine teats are not very long at all, but they are very wide, and usually have a very defined cylindrical end to them. The fur spread as more naked flesh billowed out from the gaps and hills swelled out behind the teats, then joined in the middle when they were large enough, forming a dark-chocolate horse udder! Alex moaned and reached around with both hands to his gigantic ass. His anus felt so... empty... so... hungry? The urge to put something in it was sudden and strong. With one hand he navigated the massive curvature of the butt cheek and using the other he was just barely able to reach far enough around to touch the ends of his fingers to it. He moaned again as the skin seemed to billow out, like it did when he had his dog changes. He stuck as much of his fingers in as he could, then pulled it open- the feeling of the passage stretching was a slight relief to the feeling but not nearly enough. His arms aren't big enough to reach around his own giant butt. His hips were not fit right to the rest of him either, so he can't even stand completely upright- he has to be bent over, but his arms also aren't long enough compared to his legs for him to be on all fours. His anus stretched wider much easier as it evolved into a vulva once again, but this time one much larger. The labia billowed up plump and thick, made of soft, rubbery brown flesh. Alex's hips rocked from the feeling, which also caused his udders to sway softly below him- unnoticed for now as they continued to grow. Longer and larger his pleasure hole swelled, forcing him to burp several times as his internal organs were forced to shuffle around to make room as the vaginal passage inside of him was also enormous. The labia fluttered and his dick oozed pre in an unbroken stream as his pleasure spiked- the nerves from his prostate branching again to form a clit, but an equine clit is not a delicate little thing. It aggressively shoved itself longer, throbbing with tightness before it grew large enough to even reach the opening, but then it throbbed with such force that it forced the labia open and projected out of the entire vulva! When it relaxed it sucked back in, popping into the clitoral hood so quickly it made a wet shulk sound. Before Alex could get his breath, it erupted out again, this time releasing a dollop of vaginal lube with it! Horny mares 'wink' with their huge clits, to flag down males with the neon pink innards of their vulva, and salty scent. It also caused a small spike of pleasure... but not nearly enough. Alex NEEDED to be penetrated! This equine pussy craved something tremendous to absolutely demolish it! Alex bowed forward more to look between his own legs, to see the horse trotting up behind him, because his hips were so wide he could barely turn in the narrow space. The stallion actually could not turn around at all- he would need to walk to an intersection to be able to turn around again. What Alex seen however was not the horse behind him but a gigantic wall of flesh! His udders didn't stop growing!! As horny as he is, his penis had returned to a half-chub, shoved back by the udders growing too close to allow it forward! The stud likes fat udders- a sign the female is fertile, but on top of that, he does not want his mate to have a dick... so all the extra mass that was supposed to go to the phallus was instead re-directed to the udder. On top of the extra mass Alex's mammaries already would get by default thanks to the other wish. Alex wouldn't even know what to compare it to. Easily twice as big as the largest watermelon he has ever seen. Each segment of the udder was like a yoga ball, but, stretched oblong. They are large enough that they swing off-beat from one another slightly, but since they share the outer layer of skin, one inevitably pulls the other along. Before Alex could really wrap his head around that- the stallion decided to wrap Alex around his shaft. The stud wasted no time mounting the huge ass. Even compared to the stallion the butt was rather large- the stallion had good taste. He liked his mares with a phat ass and heavy knockers. Alex had to brace himself on either wall with his hands but it was almost entirely with his giant hooves- because his legs were about five hundred times stronger than his arms are right now. Unfortunately he took a step forward before properly bracing his legs, and his pants were pulled down and pulled as tight as they could possibly go already; so the moment he moved his legs the pants tore in half. The legs were still on, but the middle was ripped into two parts, making them pretty much useless. Like all horses, the stud did not hold back- his thrusts are deep and have a lot of force behind them, slamming that broad headed cock in like a battering ram. Alex's golf-ball sized clit popped out as he draws back, so his scrotum slaps it just as it pops back in! Horse sometimes have trouble aiming their long shlongs into the right hole, but Alex's strange anatomy fixed that problem- he only has one hole. Having such a massive dong plow SO deep into his body already spiked Alex's pleasure quickly, but his hungry hole craved it more than anything, and finally having that urge satisfied caused him to tremble. His dick would have been ragingly erect, if its strength hadn't been sapped by the magic... and the blood flow to it is probably not great due to the giant dick crammed in just above it. Alex's dick painted glossy stripes of lube down the underside of the udders swinging under him like wrecking balls. Now that they are set into motion by the thrusts, Alex can tell that if his legs were not incredibly strong right now, the weight of the udder swinging would have yanked the rest of him along with it. Even the teats on the ends are like overturned shot glasses! The semi-erect horse cock rubbed itself on the silky soft flesh of the udder as it swung back, and his pussy exploded in pleasure with every motion of the horse cock in him- in and out. Horse are not known for their sexual stamina though- and it did not take long for either of them to cum, but luckily unlike his unfortunate fling with Dan- he DID climax this time. Alex had his first orgasm from his pussy, finally the tension and trembling of pleasure reached its peak, but when he orgasmed it clenched automatically, and the soft flesh fluttering against the cock then set off the stallion! The stallion squeezing in as deep as he could go, and then firing his load stretched the walls of Alex's pussy even wider, which smothered his nearby prostate and then caused him to cum from his own cock, even though it wasn't even fully erect! Alex let out an incredibly long, satisfied moan with a blissful look on his face but then his entire rump started to glow with energy and lift off, now that the stud was spent. If he is in his refractory period, he cannot be seduced, so the spell cannot work on him anymore. Alex yelped out in surprise though when it felt like the horse cock was suddenly growing rapidly! He was forced forward and the horse dick was forced to slide back out! Alex looked back and realized the stud isn't growing at all- it's his own body that is shrinking. His vagina is turning back into an anus... a human anus- which isn't at all equipped to take a horse cock, especially a large work horse. Neither the horse nor Alex actually needed to do anything- it was being shoved out simply from lack of room. Luckily it was also softening quickly, so Alex didn't rupture around it from shrinking a lot faster than it is. He fell forward and had to scramble forward to prevent himself from falling completely onto his face, when his legs suddenly shrank back to normal and the still half-flared horse dick popped him off the end of it. He went to pull his pants up but only now realized how badly he damaged them. It was basically leggings now- the top of the pants was torn straight through the crotch. Great... he was down to his underpants, and a shredded shirt tied around the middle of his tits, and that is it. All this other clothing is gone. Now even if he gets spotted by a woman- he will still get arrested for indecent exposure. Luckily at least one of the alleys was now impossible to see him down, because the horse completely blocked all visibility. The horse can't even turn around, it has no choice but to follow Alex, or walk straight backwards, but the horse isn't smart enough to realize that. Then the pleasurable pressure returned to Alex's crotch and chest and he remembered the consequence of having activated the second wish again... the first wish gets still stronger. The tied sleeves of the shirt immediately undid themselves as the breasts bloated still larger! His areola now the size of a large dish and covered in tiny bumps- the nipple almost the same dimensions as his thumb! By the time they stopped growing this time, they looked like they were even slightly bigger than when he was with Dan! He teetered a bit, immediately feeling his back strain. He had to stay perfectly upright- tilting even slightly forward threatened to yank him forward with their tremendous weight! Alex has never had tits before- his lower back muscles aren't built for this! Alex's balls did little hops in the scrotum causing it to rock a bit entirely on its own. His balls were already engorged to the size of a softball each, now they clenched and swelled up to the size of an ostrich egg each! His balls are as big now as a human as they were as a HORSE! His limp dick wobbled from growth as it fattened up- again hard to judge just how large it grew if it cannot erect itself. The glans of his penis alone look as big around as a large apple though, so... whatever size it is, it's big. Unnaturally, freakishly big. Even his underpants were failing now in spite of their elasticity. They technically covered his balls fine... but the balls stretched the fabric so far out that the legs pulled into his thighs uncomfortably, trying to take more fabric than they are allowed. Completely flaccid his penis managed to stay... MOSTLY in his underpants. The head and base were stuffed inside, but most of the shaft was bulging out the top. If he even gets the remotest hint of an impending erection, it will immediately pop completely out with no hope of getting back inside. He groaned trying to pick his shirt up off the ground. He had to try and keep his back straight even when he bent down- to lift with his legs, because his back could not heave those obese tits up under their own strength. As turned on as he was by them- they are more than he is able to handle. He lined the fabric of the sundered shirt up again with the nipples, then yanked into the tits to dig into the flesh as far as he could before lifting the breasts by the shirt, and then tying it in the back again to... sort-of cover them. Part of his areola could still be seen both above and below the thin line of fabric, but this was as good as it is going to get. He had to tie a tight knot, because even squishing into the boobs as far as possible- the entire length of the shirt sleeve-to-sleeve was BARELY enough to be tied at all around those behemoth milkers. So, barely dressed at all and out of options; Alex takes the horse by the reigns and leads it out the lane on the other side, mounting as soon as he was out of the alleyway, and gave the horse a kick on the thigh to bolt hopefully before anyone seen him. He isn't transforming so he will assume no one seen him. You can look at something without really -seeing- it. Glances don't count. The road on the far side of the next block was double-wide, and not paved, so the horse started to kick up a giant dust cloud as it raced along onto the road out of the city into the farmlands between Andle and Adel. He tried to stay low on the horse, and hoped the dust cloud would cover him from behind. He ran past one woman on the old dirt road who was quite shocked and visibly offended by his appearance. She had to stop to hold her dress skirt and hat down from the force of the horse charging past. Luckily, since she was a woman- her seeing Alex doesn't trigger anything, and there is no way she got a good enough look at his face to report him. Once Alex was past the farm house at the opposite end of the first farm field he got off the horse. He made sure to turn it around and then gave it a light slap on the ass to send it trotting back toward the city. Even if it stopped at the end of the road, he would only be a block away from his master, so not hard to find again. Alex already unintentionally stole two wishes- he did not want to add horse theft to the list. Though he very much enjoyed feeling his boobs wobble around with every step he took... his chest started to hurt after a while... and not a long while either. He ended up cupping them from below to half-carry them with his arms to try to shift some of the weight. The weight of his balls was so much on his underpants that it felt like the underwear might snap off with every step he took- the bulge rocking forward dangerously far, straining the elastic. The breeze was nice and cool, but the sun is quite warm, and since he is wearing almost nothing; he is definitely going to get a tan. The breeze could not cut between his boobs, so sweat started to pool in the cleavage and tickle him on the way out the bottom. From the first farm house he immediately put it between himself and the city, then cut south, along the fence between it and the next farm plot. There is a thick row of trees between the far side of that farm and the next one up- so he was aiming to stop there. Sit in the shade of the trees as far out as he can get on foot and just wait it out there. All the added weight on his front side was making it more difficult than it should be... plus, walking barefoot was a bit dangerous and he almost cut himself on rocks sitting in the tall grass. He finally got to the far side and went to the line of trees- cutting north a bit so he would be in between not just the trees but also the fence on either side, to obstruct the view as much as possible from all angles. Alex nearly jumped out of his own skin when a donkey brayed! It was only a few feet away so the bray was incredibly loud and Alex had not noticed it at all till now- he assumed there was no animals. The two plots he passed are farms, not ranches. But the jack wasn't for breeding- he was for labor; he pulls the plow. "Oh jeeze, you scared the shit out of me, bloody jackass, haha." ----- 04 The jack's ears turned to the sound of his voice and Alex's heart skipped a beat when he realized it has a chubby sheath under it- it is indeed a JACK ass. Male. About to see him. Alex scrambled as fast as he could with his giant tits wobbling around like barely contained jell-o, and dashed behind a tree just as the donkey turned around to look at him. It half-lowered one ear and erected the other in a look of confusion. Alex put a hand to his chest, feeling his heart racing and breathed a sigh of relief. That was, SO close. The coolness of the shade felt divine after lugging these over-insulated boobs through the sun for a mile. May must have gathered the two wishmakers by now... right? They must be on the way to the academy to reset the wishes by now, so not that much longer. Unfortunately thanks to the donkey- Alex is effectively trapped, so hopefully nothing else comes up from the other fence... because the next plot over appears to be a dairy- there is an army of cows scattered through its fields. But Alex can't move without risking the donkey spotting him. He started to get a bit nervous- it looks like some of the cows in the distance are looking toward him, but aren't moving toward him. Since they are all female- they do not trigger anything. Alex shuddered and tensed up even though he was still laying on his back against the tree. The feeling of changes! Oh no, who-? He glanced over and seen the eyes of the donkey through the corner of his own. God damnit- the tree is too small! The donkey just walked along the fence till it could see Alex again from around the tree! Rather than the middle toe grow and devour the others- this time all of his toes started to grow bulkier! His soles still let off quiet crunching sounds as the bones united into a cannon bone. The toes started to bulk up and fuse together, and each toenail grew into part of a hoof- uniting into a complete donkey hoof once fully grown together. The donkey brayed again- just as loud, but rather than sound annoying and abrasive, it sent a shiver of arousal through Alex. Ugh... dumb spell. Alex flopped over and looked around his side to see his tail bone start to grow out quickly. The donkey pelt is a diffused brown- almost appearing grey as it consumes his legs from the hoof up. Once the end of the tail blooms into a tassel black hair the pale brown fur spread up from its base toward his pelvis too! Alex realized he better turn over quick- once the changes get to his hips he won't be able to use them the same as when he is fully human! He huffed as his boobs slapped against the ground as he rolled over. He tried to get up but his breasts were so damn heavy- and before he could; his hips let out a pop and shifted- expanding and reshaping! He was on all fours now. The thighs became large and the ass swelled huge just before the layer of scruffy donkey fur grew over it. The donkey had short fur compared to a lot of animals- but longer fur than the horse did. As the fur collapsed in to the cleft between his now large ass cheeks, Alex folded his arms to brace himself- sitting his weight onto his elbows for now. Two black nubs formed on his upper crotch to announce the arrival of the coming donkey udder. The fur touched his taint and the skin immediately turned black, and the coloration raced both up and down. At his scrotum, the scrotal flesh pulled smooth and thickened as it turned black and Alex grunt from the feeling of the balls clenching and growing. Except his balls were already as large as a horses, before being changed at all. His underpants creaked and he attempted to grab them and pull them off, but by then they were squeezed into the enlarging testicles so firmly that he could not get his fingers between the skin and fabric to get them off! They grew in surges, slightly off-rhythm from one another and Alex could swear he even heard them growing- like a quiet gurgle almost, but it was overshadowed by the sound of ripping fabric. Finally at their limit in spite of their elasticity- his underpants snapped so violently that they slingshot themselves up into the tree branches! Almost as big as a cantaloupe- just as big as a cantaloupe... each the size of an oblong basketball!! Each testicle must weigh almost ten pounds at this point! His foreskin darkened and thickened, the skin bulging into soft plump folds as it became a sheath ahead of the actual cock's transformation. When the color change got to his anus it unconsciously flexed, and swelled as the muscle rings grew. The rectum swelled larger, but especially the actual anus at the end swelled out into a large puffy ring below the tail lashing around at random. Alex felt the pleasurable feeling of skin dividing from skin as his changing cock peeled itself off of the inside of the sheath that was formerly his foreskin. The sheath fused to his underside slowly as the cock grew out. Unlike the horse penis which was dark brown to the middle and pale pink the rest of the way- this dick was just pitch black the entire length! The donkey hopped its front legs up onto the top of the fence, wanting to hop it to get to Alex already, eager to go. Alex's dick was already fifteen inches in its normal human form! So now the sheath alone is giant and fused to his underside all the way up to just under his RIBS. The sheath went higher up his torso than any of the other changes are even able to! The dick flopped out, swelling fat and lengthening very quickly due to growing and erecting at the same time. Alex looked down as it rolled its way up and bumped his arms from below. He groaned, heaving his front half back off the ground to give the dick room, as it continued to roll out longer, past even his head! Just how big is this thing going to get?? Alex furrowed his brow and reached back with a single hand, feeling his plump anus. Wait a fucking minute. He still has an anus. It stopped changing- he never got a vulva. "Oooooh my fucking God. You're gay, aren't you?!" Which means that forming udder is also done already- it isn't getting any bigger. All that size is going to his cock, on top of the donkey already wanting a huge cock, on top of the additional size the first wish keeps applying to his junk, on top of the fact an equine dick is just big normally without doing anything to it. The head started to change shape as the shaft exceeded the length of his entire torso. The shaft started to curve a bit from internal pressure as it swelled fatter in girth than any normal equine phallus gets. It straightened again as the excess pressure let loose into the glans and deformed them into the shape of a proper equine so quickly the itching pressure and pleasure it caused almost made Alex collapse on top of it. Even with his arms fully extended, his tits still brushed the ground, but loose enough that there was a gap between the ends of them- the dick now utterly filled that gap and was starting to push the breasts apart as it continued to grow! The head flared so huge the glans were wider than Alex's entire face! Only now did the medial ring even START to form- this is only the halfway point! His balls started to dance back and forth in the scrotum, and pulled up tight to his torso a moment, gave a deep rumbling gurgle and swelled still larger! Each testicle was the same size as a decently large Halloween pumpkin! When they stopped clenching they hit the ground with so much weight that they made a clearly audible thud! Alex was dizzy with arousal, groaning and his entire body shivered and trembled from the feeling. It wasn't overwhelming but he could feel that it can be, easily. It was just the precursor to something much stronger, and even from this preview his knew these genitals are stronger than he is, this dick can completely blow his brains out, overloading his nervous center and knock him out, at the very least. His taint swelled up like a tube-balloon you'd use to make a balloon animal from- blowing up from behind the balls all the way back to his anus which clenched a moment automatically and then a powerful, long-held pulse of pleasure erupted through his lower body as his prostate swelled gigantically. The feeling of flesh peeling away from flesh, and blood stretching his skin taut with itchy pressure- his dick giving off so much heat he was surprised the air around it didn't start waving. More and more cock divided from all the meat he already had, but still the dick that was already formed very slowly grew larger! It looked like it was at least a foot and a half past his head and nowhere near done! Two feet, three, four feet past his head. The shaft itself was as thick as a fire hydrant and his overall cock probably weighs more than the entire rest of his body. Even the fat, bloated veins on the shaft are thicker than his fingers! The monstrous glans flared almost twice as large as his entire head- the phallic head is so enormous the closest you could get to a blowjob would be to suck on the projected urethra alone; because that is the only thing you're going to be able to fit in your mouth. If it gets any bigger it wouldn't even be able to fit into a manhole; exceeding the size of a sewer lid. It was so big, so heavy, and so rigid that Alex could not possibly hope to hold it up. The rigidity between the cock against the ground and his crotch is what is holding him up. The dick is literally holding HIM up, not the other way around. The shaft is so thick that it forced his boobs out to either side of it. Alex is panting so hard he is borderline hyperventilating, his heart hammering in his chest and his thoughts absolutely drowning in a swirling vortex of hormones. His genitals are larger than he is. By a lot. The donkey brayed again, heaving itself over the fence and crashing to the ground- too eager and horny to regard its own safety from the fall. It scrambled to its feet and immediately came over, licking the head of the giant phallus in worship. The donkey's own long but rather narrow dick wobbled back and forth under him, dripping pre eagerly. But after a few moments the donkey turned around and flicked its tail back and forth, glancing back at Alex over his shoulders. "Wait... oh noooo... you're a bottom too? Dude- I hate to break it to you, but this thing isn't going to fit, into literally anything." He groaned. "Not that I would f-... well... you're an animal, I don't..? W-well, I guess maybe... but I can't fit anyway!" This cock wouldn't even fit into the donkey if you removed all of his internal organs first. Even if the spell makes Alex want to- it's physically impossible. And that is a problem. The donkey does not want to fuck Alex, it wants Alex to fuck him. So it isn't going to mount. Alex can't mount it. If it doesn't get off, the spell doesn't cancel out and Alex remains anchored out in the open by genitals too big to hide from anyone. Never mind hiding it behind a tree- it's bigger than the tree is. He couldn't hide himself behind a tree from a donkey- he sure as fuck isn't going to hide anything now. Alex had to get the donkey off some other way. Alex lifted his arms to collapse to the ground but only fell half an inch... his dick is to gigantic it is holding his entire body off the ground with its own girth almost as far as his arms already were. He rolled onto his side, which unintentionally caused his turgid meat pillar to flick out to the side and slap the donkey's legs, causing it to shuffle its hooves in surprise and turn around. Alex used his hips and drew his dick back, then forward arching it up behind the donkey and tapping it on the ass, ushering it forward further, standing just above Alex's head and looking at the manly monolith in awe, and mild confusion. Alex flopped completely over onto his back- though had to struggle to yank the giant testicles up over his leg to pool between them... and mostly on them- they are too big to fit between his legs. His dick arched up over both of them, just barely high enough in the air to sit the latter half of its weight on the donkey's back. "Gotcha." Alex reached up and grabbed its erection, pulling the long phallus down easily to his lips and kissed the precum off. The donkey leaned its ears forward a bit and let out a snort of approval before a shrill inhale. The actual donkey phallus is as long as a horse's- but not nearly as girthy, so Alex didn't have a problem shoving the broad head past his lips. He hummed in pleasure as he sucked further down the donkey shaft with every bob- but also rocked his hips in time with the bobbing of his head. He was rubbing his monstrous dong on the donkey's back! He reached up with one hand and cupped the donkey balls, gently rolling the soft skin in his hand and shuffling the balls around inside, while he reached down with his other hand to hold the base of his own meat monolith. His cock is about ten times too thick to grab with a hand, so the best he could do is just rub part of the shaft- or grab onto one of the enormously engorged veins projecting off the surface that are, on their own, as thick as his dick is SUPPOSED to be. The glans of the donkey cock flared with the more intense pulses, delivering more salty lube to taste. The throbs became stronger and more and more frequent as its pleasure rose higher. Thankfully equine have low sexual stamina. The cock felt good in Alex's mouth too though. The spell made Alex want it, so he was able to enjoy the situation even though this is definitely not how he envisioned his day going. The skin was mildly salty at first, and the fat veins pulsing below the skin felt so hot in his mouth. His tongue played across the stiff bumpy corona, tracing and enjoying the texture and feel of it. Alex also had low stamina right now too though. His balls rolled up to his pelvis, scrunching up all the empty scrotum below. They clenched against him so powerfully it felt like they were going to somehow start lifting his hips off the ground! His taint bloated even larger and his prostate started to throb with pleasure, engorging more with even more fluid, hitting its limit and rubbing against all of its surroundings thanks to a complete lack of space for something so big. The grotesquely giant glans on his cock pulled so tight, so smooth, and so wide that you could have literally used it as an umbrella. The jet of cum from his climax was more like an ivory pillar- the stream itself was almost as wide as his wrist and lasted for a full two seconds. It was already audibly slapping the ground before it clenched and paused the stream for a half second and let loose with the next blast! Alex was cumming for over a full minute, because the donkey hit its own climax in his mouth while Alex was still going. He felt the weight of its balls resting in his hands vanish and re-appear as they clenched, delivering the sticky hot love straight to Alex's throat, bypassing his mouth entirely. The donkey's own flare was wide enough that it pressed firmly into Alex's mouth, all the way around. The cum raining down from the mega cock was so heavy, when it hit the ground it was as loud as someone waving around a garden hose several feet off the ground. You could actually feel the impact of the heavy cum against the ground lightly through the reverberance. The jets became lazier- not arching as far from the dick as the throbs became less intense. Finally it was just a lazy stream, and then stopped, letting Alex finally rest. He erupted so much cum, it now felt like his body was hollow with all of it gone. He leaned his head back and popped off the softening donkey dong to catch his breath and looked up to see a glow starting in the giant dick, spreading like embers in dry leaves. The dick was so huge the amount of energy it turned into swirled in the air and took several seconds to dissipate properly. Alex did not sit up, he knew what was coming. Transformation had other consequences. The donkey walked over to the fence to get back onto his field but did not care nearly as much about getting back as he did to get out, and only looked at it for a second before giving up and folding his legs under himself to rest in the grass. Alex huffed and held his breath- trying to keep his lungs from getting crushed. His breasts swelled bigger and fatter still, billowing out either side of the tied shirt scraps so far that you could not even see the fabric- it was swallowed in flesh! Alex groaned and winced at the tightness, squirming back and forth, causing the huge tits to heave one way and then the other. They were too tightly packed now, they could not move against the fabric, the cloth moved with them. Still holding his breath- his face starting to turn blue as he groaned through his clenched lips. The sound of shredding thread could be heard again! The knot he tied at the back was tied so tight the shirt still could not give out there- and since the cloth is bunched up so thickly it also could not tear there- so it was tearing at the front again. When it snapped, his tits seemed to billow out in all directions, rejected off of one another from pressure and flopped off either of his sides pinning his arms to the ground under them! Their mass sloshed back inward, rippling across his chest... while also still remaining at his sides. They were like two mid-sized beach balls! Except solid meat, so, likely 30 pounds each, or more. 60 pounds of meat strapped permanently to his chest... fun. Alex's dick and balls grew too, but they seemed underwhelming compared to what he just went through. His ostrich egg sized testicles swelled to oblong soccer balls in size, while his dick swelled fatter, but not much longer since it is once again fully dormant. It would be around fifteen inches already? So probably around twenty inches now? So like, almost mid-chest length when erect. The glans now look a bit too big to fully encompass in one hand. Still nothing compared to what he had a minute ago. As exhausted as Alex is, he knew he had to move. There is a seven foot wide puddle of cum in the grass less than a foot away and he is now completely naked lying spread-eagle in the grass between two properties. He is under the shade of trees, but still... not the most hidden he could be. He tried to stand up and utterly failed. His breasts were so heavy it didn't look like he actually even attempted to stand up at all. With a groan he rolled onto his side, causing his massive nuts to flop over and his breasts to slosh over and pile themselves on one another. He then rolled again, onto the boobs but then rising onto his hands and knees. Alex then scoot his knees forward, shoving them into the underside of his breasts and heaved himself upright with his arms. He then wrapped his arms around the lower curve of the immense tits and lifted them up the best he could in his arms, before attempting to stand with his back already perfectly straight, trying to keep the weight centered or he will just flop over. They are so soft and feel so good, and so pleasurable to squish. The weight of his nuts feels great tugging at his crotch and swinging around but... it is just too much. The weight of his tender bits is just so extremely off-balance it is a miracle he figured out how to even stand at all. Alex had to hug his sweater puppies to his chest as tightly as he could to both keep them steady and take as much weight as he could with his arms. The cows he seen before startled him- because when he stood up and turned he immediately seen them all gathered at the edge of the fence, wondering what the hell they were looking at. He sighed when he realized they are all female, so they can't trigger anything. Which is good, because the only place he can think of where he can hide now is the open barn. All the cows are out on the field, which means the barn they normally sleep in is wide open and empty. Obviously he can't hide there for too long or the rancher will inevitably come back to put the cows away again- but Alex just needed to stay of out sight a little bit longer for May to get the two wishmakers back to the fountain. For how low the fence is- it took way too much effort for him to squirm his way over it with all his oversized endowments wobbling around in the open. One of the cows started licking him playfully as he was still coming over which almost made him fall over giggling. It was hard to move around because the cows all crowded him- some coming to see him and some just following the other cows mindlessly. They were convenient to lean on however if he lost his balance, he can just grab a cow to hold himself up. He got to the shadow cast by the barn and shuddered, almost stumbling over forward. ----- 05 Alex huffed and groaned. "Nooo, what..?" He scanned around and seen one lone bull, standing at the far side of the herd, looking directly at him. "And I almost got there too... wait a minute..." The bull slowly lowered his head and Alex's eyes widened. "Oh, he wants to impale me in the not fun way!!" A bull protects his herd- it seen an outsider touching his cows... the bull was posed to KILL Alex, not have sex with him. Alex turned and started running as fast as he could toward the barn, though still not especially fast, since moving fast caused his bits to flop around a little too violently, and they weigh so much that if they swing far enough they will just yank his entire body over. He could FEEL the hooves thundering against the ground as the bull charged full blast straight at him; his head lowered and his horns aimed forward. There was no way in hell he was going to outrun a bull, even with a tremendous head start and only needing to run like fifteen feet. Alex jumped to the side- very nearly falling over the moment he heard the bull snort, and the sound was so close it was practically inside his ear. He could feel the rush of air as the bull charged past him, barely missing. A bull is extremely powerful, but not very nimble. It can charge quickly, but it cannot turn while charging without having a very wide berth. Alex whimpered as he felt his balls enlarging again, this time the scrotum did not seem to change with them, or at least not at the same speed. His tail bone started to squirm and wiggle longer and longer, quickly forming into the rope like tail. He continued to try to get to the barn, but now that his balls were enlarging they were slapping against his thighs heavier, making it even harder to move! The bull turned around and let out another jet of hot air from his large nostrils and charged again, but this time missed entirely on his own. Alex could not dodge, but it still missed. Alex was unaware, but a bull won't actually attack you if you do not threaten it or its cows. It will charge at you, but it's an intimidation tactic- it won't actually hit you. It's missing Alex on purpose. Once Alex got to the barn he collapsed, completely out of breath in spite of how short of a distance he actually ran. He was not even INSIDE the barn, he just got far enough into the front that the open barn door broke line-of-sight with the farm house. The barn itself faced away from the country road, so the only things that can see him from here are the bovine. His heavy breasts thud against the ground as he collapsed onto all fours, already feeling his legs changing anyway. By now his tail was fully formed and even had a fine pelt of white with black splotches, and adorned with a bushy tassel on the end. Alex's lungs burned and his arms ached from carrying and trying to hold those huge breasts steady, so he did not have the energy to even try to move when the bull approached again. The bull was not charging now- it caught a whiff of Alex's altering pheromone signature as it rushed past already and now slowly walked up to get a better smell. Alex's feet once again stretched, the bones fusing and enlarging becoming the large, dense cannon bones of a bovine- this time the shortening of his shins was a bit more noticeable. This time his femur also grew in length and size! His thighs getting much wider and flatter, slowly taking on a loose triangular shape! Pink dots formed on his upper crotch and the pink coloration started to bleed out from them, forming a foundation for an udder- though there was only two. His balls were getting absolutely massive by this point as well, and stretching the scrotum completely taut and smooth... causing it to blush a rather vibrant shade of pink. Rather than all fuse together, his middle toe regressed away entirely, offering all of its biomass to the two beside it which grew instead. His big and pinky toes seemed to change entirely independently of this, and regressed backward from the others as the cannon bone formed, distancing themselves. The outer two toes grew small pyramid shaped hoof segments, becoming the dew claws on the back. The remaining two formed the primary two hoof segments in the front- unlike horse and donkey, a bovine is an even-toe ungulate; it has cloven hooves. Alex was completely spread out against the ground, but once his legs fully formed and the fur started to paint them, he flicked his hooves across the ground several times trying to get them under him to pick himself up off the ground. The two udder segments were now tiny conjoined hills. Something odd was happening to his balls though- their internal structure appeared to be changing... the balls have fused to the outer skin; the scrotum is now adhered to them. Alex groaned and let out half a moan half a whimper from the bombardment of feelings that hit him in waves now. His breasts became taut again, but this time it was happening in reverse. Rather than the fat expanding and the skin being forced to grow along, the skin was now tightening and forcing the fatty mass to regress! Every surge of tightness up top caused the giant breasts to shrink... and at the exact same time, his udder segments grew fatter with their stolen mass instead. By now the bull was very much interested in Alex for other reasons, and was nudging his cool wet nose up against his rump. Alex huffed. "Not even going to take me for coffee first, big guy? You strike me as someone who takes theirs with cream." Alex yelped in surprise when the bull licked his anus! Two quick licks and then that massive tongue of his poked its way inside! Alex went cross-eyed from the sensation- he could tell the nerve connections were already altering there. It won't be an anus soon. The bull's tongue waggling around in there was speeding up those changes. The opening stretched longer, and the skin around it became sensitive and grew into plump labia- forming the leaf-shaped vulva of a bovine, and erasing his anus in the process. The bull's tongue found and traced the path of the clit as it formed and grew out, already making Alex tremble like a leaf from the sensations before it had even fully developed. The spikes of pleasure from the bull giving Alex a rim job... er.. oral? Eh, whatever you wanna call it at this point- it was causing his dick to bounce up and down, and sped up its changes as well. The skin blushed a vibrant neon pink and the foreskin only bulked up slightly this time- immediately moving to the stage where the inner layer peels off from the outer and his shaft grows away from it. The black and white colors overtook his balls and sheath as soon as it formed, completing his pelt as far as it will grow. The longer his dick became the less defined its shape became- bovine have a tapered penis, the glans do not stand out. It felt like he was getting an erection continuously, but when Alex looked at its change compared to anything else, he realized it isn't actually growing, its just changing shape. It FEELS like it is growing, but it's not actually getting longer nor thicker. The bull has no interest in dicks after all... so the mass he would have gotten by changing into a much larger creature is instead going elsewhere... if he had to guess- the udder. His breasts seemed to stop regressing at D cups, but the two udder segments did not stop growing. Because they grow almost immediately in front of his dick, they forced his cock to bend further and further down in spite of how hard it is. The udder segments are joined together, so obviously the cock cannot travel between them, they form a wall of soft flesh. Alex felt a weird firmness fire up his scrotum to his taint, making him shiver. He did not realize what was happening till he looked around his own side, trying to see his still enlarging balls past the swelling udder, and seen the nubs growing off their undersides. His balls have turned into two more udder segments!! Cows have a four segment udder, but it won't fit with his male genitals in the way, so his balls have been repurposed! That also meant that his cock was now trapped in the middle! It is surrounded on all sides by soft, slick, hot, rubbery tit flesh! The teats touched the ground and Alex groaned as his hips let out loud pops and then several rapid-fire crunches as it reshaped- the point of the pelvis now clearly visible on either side of his hips making them look bony. It also meant that he could not get back up off all fours, even though the weight is now displaced from his chest. Cows cannot even stand up on their hind legs temporarily- they aren't getting off the ground. His rump and legs grew larger, making his body and more more unbalanced, but the bull eagerly followed. The teats however remained resting on the ground... his udders are growing at the same speed as his legs, quickly filling the gap even as its being made. The moment his rump stopped growing, the udder overflowed the space. The teats bent and the udder segments themselves touched the ground. The sides pressed into his inner thighs. The udders grew still bigger, resting their weight now against the ground under him! Alex could not help but thrust his hips- the ground held the udders steady enough for him to thrust down the middle of the cleavage. The front two segments forced the cock to point straight down at the ground, so thrusting his hips penetrated his own hidden cleavage! More and more pink flesh rolled across the ground as the udders fattened still more, rounding still bigger! Alex spread his legs as much as he could and still it pushed into his thighs, and then started to billow out around the sides of his thighs!! This was the same thing as with the donkey- except instead of tripling down on the dick size, it was tripling down on the already huge-by-default udders! The bull reared up, clacking his front hooves on the ground loudly before rushing forward to try and mount Alex, but his udders grew still larger, forcing him to aim his ass even further into the air... causing the bull to miss his mark. The bull prods the back side of Alex's udder by mistake, grunting with frustration and then getting ready to try again. But the udders were STILL growing!! Alex wiggled his hooves as they slowly left the ground! The udder is so gargantuan that it is lifting Alex's entire lower half off the ground, supporting his weight on a mattress of warm, jiggly flesh! The bull only did a half-hop, realizing he cannot get that high, the udder has put Alex's pussy too high in the air for the bull to reach. Bovine are known for being quite stubborn though- so the bull was not about to give up his target so easily. It lifted its muscular upper body and managed to hook his front hooves around Alex's flailing back legs, and yanked him down! The udders are already squished against the ground, so could not really compress any more than they already are, causing his torso to instead get pulled backwards and roll off the back of his own udders! He was pulled back and the udder squished forward, billowing far enough forward that the front two teats flicked up into the air, so only the rear two are squished into the grass. Using Alex to prop itself up, since the bull cannot stand on its back legs under its own power- it used its grip on Alex with its forelegs to climb a bit higher while also shoving Alex down onto its already erect dick! The bull started to thrust into Alex, fucking him upright! The udders are far too big for Alex's legs to reach the ground and they are already twice as long as his arms are, so even if he wanted to get away he couldn't. Not that he wanted to get away- the spell once again made him want it just as much as it made the bull want it. He also could not turn back without getting the bull off, so. Alex's upper body was sat across the giant front cleft of the udder, feeling the two segments bulging up under either of his arms! He was rolling back and forth from the bull's powerful thrusts on a bed of his own bloated flesh! Every time the bull thrust in his pleasure exploded, because not only was he being penetrated, but his body weight was rocking back and forth, squishing the udders which also felt good- and when the bull thrust in; Alex's hips were knocked forward, causing him to thrust his own hidden penis through the middle of his udder! You could not really tell outwardly that the udder was any different than normal other than its obscene size- but even fully formed his front and back two udder segments were not connected, giving him cleavage that should not normally exist. Alex muffled his moans, burying his blushing face in the fat flesh of the udder billowing up under him. Even though his dick is enormous compared to his body size- its entire length did not even quite hit the halfway point on the length of the udders. From sweat his skin was a bit clammy, so his human breasts against the udder flesh created drag against one another, so when he thrust forward and back on the udder it also tugged on his human nipples. The bull's long scrotum swung and thud against the underside of Alex's udder creating ripples momentarily across its soft mass. Because Alex was being overstimulated from so many different places at once he hit orgasm before the bull did. He squished his face hard against the udder to muffle the squeaks of pleasure as he trembled, clenched and balled himself up a bit before stretching and arching back. The bull dick was so long it felt like it was impaling his entire torso. His own dick erupted all over the hidden nook of his udders, dripping out the bottom like thick milk. The back two udder segments pulled taut as well when he orgasmed, like they would if they were still balls, even though they currently are not. Seeing the bull was struggling still, Alex took a risk and fully rolled back toward it. Now Alex needed to choose when to take a breath carefully because the bull was slamming into him so far and hard that it was knocking the air out of his lungs with the inward thrusts! Rolling too far back meant he would just fall over the back side of his udder- except the bull caught him on its dick, and then knocked him back up the curve of the udder with each thrust to fall back down! The bull's cock was the only thing keeping him off the ground! This caused the udder to roll even more with every thrust and squish back and forth like a giant ball of dough! With the full weight of his bovine butt bouncing off the bull's cattle prod, it did not take long to set him off, and the bull erupted into Alex with a thunderous bellow before tickling the back of his neck and blowing his hair around with several gusts of hot air from his large nostrils. Alex's body started to glow again and the bull pulled out so it could plop back onto all fours and actually steady itself instead of relying on Alex to balance. The udders turned to solid energy and Alex abruptly fell through them onto the ground, causing the colored energy to billow out in a cloud on either side before vanishing into the air. Alex groaned and tried to get up a moment later but now his breasts have returned to their enhanced size, and he only managed to prop himself up on his hands and knees. Alex was about to try to roll himself onto his feet like last time, but before he could try the warmth and faint pleasure of growth started to build again- another transformation; another growth spurt. Even totally limp his dick touched the ground under him- longer than his upper legs and knees. The testicles did little hops, shaking the scrotum around as they clenched and swelled in pulses becoming bigger and bigger! By the time they stopped this time, each testicle was the size of an oblong yoga ball! Never mind his boobs; Alex probably can't even lift his balls either, and they are anchored to his pelvis which is much better braced. His cock was forced forward by their growing curve and bloated absolutely massive! It pushed against the ground lightly and his underside, and squirmed its way forward even though it remained completely flaccid and was squeezed up under his chest; the hot glans resting against the underside of his boobs! The head of his dick was basically the same size as his actual head! Alex's torso started to bend as the top was being forced back by the pressure of the growing breasts against the ground! Oh no, it was like with the udder, except he can't get rid of this mass by making anyone orgasm, he can only make it still bigger. Arching his spine back; the breasts started to billow forward rather than lift him up, pressing against his throat and then chin as they grew forward, extremely round looking since they are compressed under him. The sides of them squished around his arms, and pinned under the fat flesh against the ground; his nipples and areola grew with the breasts. Areola were now as broad as his entire head, and the nipples as thick and long as his index and middle finger put together. His nipples alone were almost as big as the average penis. It was warm out and the barn door blocked the breeze, on top of the warmth from growth and the fact that breasts are incredibly well insulated to begin with- their surface was covered with shimmering beads of sweat. The bull sniffed Alex, curious as to why the cow no longer smelled like a cow. It licked the salty sweat off his breasts, causing Alex to giggle uncontrollably from the feeling of his soft, hot tongue. Alex could not squirm away though- he was stick on a mattress of his own flesh. His balls took up ALL of the room under him, pressed into his crotch so he could not bend his legs any more to try and sit up, but if he straightened his legs any more his weight would be balancing entirely on his testicles. Similarly- his arms barely outreached the solid mass of his breasts, so trying to stand up would require dragging them across the ground; he cannot lift them. Both his genitals and breasts are too heavy to actually lift, so even if he could move the best he could do is roll over or maybe sit up- there is no possible way for him to STAND up; his spine would explode into dust trying to brace that much weight. Some of the cows came over and started licking at him too, causing Alex to squirm, but he still could not actually move to try to get away! He tried to tell them to stop through his giggling but bovine don't understand English anyway. They kept tickling him all over with their soft tongues, and Alex collapsed entirely, putting his weight forward so his breasts braced him more than his balls. His dick slowly started to fill because of the tongues petting him all over, and rubbing against the underside of his own breasts it started to wedge its way up into his cleavage from below! Alex was squirming, laughing and now being assaulted by another automatic pleasure as his freakishly giant endowments engorged, but overshadowing all this was a sudden new feeling. A surge from deep inside himself out to the surface, in several rapid waves, causing his entire body glow! A moment later a burst of energy erupted off him and then formed a thin trail and was immediately yanked in the direction of the academy. Alex looked down quickly at himself to see his chest is once again flat as a board, and his penis an actually reasonable size. "Oh thank the fucking GODS. May finally reset the wishes!" The cows leaned back in, but this time Alex held his hand out to stop them. "Nah-naahaha, no, that is enough of that." Now Alex had to worry about how to get all the way back to May's house. Because May is going to look for him in the back laneway, so she isn't going to know where he went. Alex is now completely naked in a strangers barn on a dairy ranch, three plots of land outside of the city proper. He could re-collect his shoes to put back on but that is sort of pointless since the entire rest of his outfit is 100% annihilated. He dashed out into the very tall grass beyond the farm plots where no one ever cut it, so the grass covered his lower body and most of his chest as he dashed west- trying to align himself with May's house the best he could before actually heading back into the city. Now he could get arrested for public nudity... Alex is apparently great at breaking the law unintentionally. He dashed across the dirt road bordering the outskirts and then immediately into the narrow passages between buildings, darting between parked carts or street shop stands he went from lane to lane across several blocks with his dick just flopping around in the open before finally getting to May's house. He did not even attempt to use the front door- he just opened a side window and slipped in, which is good because May was home again and had a guest he would have had to pass by to get to his room otherwise. Alex put a new outfit on and walked out to the living room sigh a deep sigh. May waved him over. "Oh! I... didn't know you were home? Anyway, sorry I was out so long the, uh... person I needed to meet insisted I stay for tea before we headed out." She motioned to the woman beside her. "And this is the OTHER person I was speaking to- to tell about the trouble with the -fountain-." Alex nodded, plopping down on the couch beside May heavily- exhausted. "Oh, so you got that business sorted. Thank the Gods for that." The woman laughed lightly. "Oh, it wasn't that much of a problem to begin with- the wish just did not fire correctly the first time so I had to re-make it. It certainly isn't the first time the fountain has caused a bit of trouble unintentionally, but it isn't hard to fix. Did you know if you remove the coin a wish was on, you can unintentionally hijack the wish? That has happened before apparently too." Both Alex and May looked at her in surprise, but May was the one to speak up. "O-oh? They must have gotten in a lot of trouble for that." The woman shook her head. "Really? But, Grand Theft Arcane and all..?" She tilted her head. "That... isn't a thing. It was entirely on accident and was immediately fixed. Not that big of an issue." Alex and May slowly turned to one another- one's face red with embarrassment and the other with anger. Whoops, well, live and learn.
(Entire planet TF feral, anthro, hyper) -Beginning Of The End -Going Down -Unique Blend -Psychic Type -Big Girl -Disasterpiece Theatre -Tiny, Loyal, and Well Armored -Last Wish >Beginning Of The End< Patrick did not realize anything was wrong at first, like most. He stumbled on a porn site one night in his apartment that looked insanely good. Sure, CGI had come a long way, but no big budget studios were willing to put those sort of resources into porn. He found an image series of a hyper furry that looked real- like not even photoshopped. All he thought of it at the time was how hot it was. Only two days later though, there was plenty of other people posting sets as well, all just as realistic creating a massive buzz in the fandom. Had a new editing software come out that made this sort of thing easy? Patrick almost thought it was a joke when he seen news articles on a growth virus going around making people super endowed. I mean, it had fake penis growth ad vibes all over it. It is a shame Pat did not use his TV for anything other than gaming and a second monitor for his PC- because he would have seen news reports on plenty of official stations on the same topic, but spinning it in a darker light. He was at work when he seen the first one- a deer that had a human head, neck, and chest running around just behind the mall he worked at. The next day he was told to stay home, and the day after that, the power to his house went out as someone crashed their car into a nearby telephone pole. Pat looked out his window to see the wrecked truck, and a huge tortoise stumble out of the driver's seat and walk away like nothing happened. It happened too fast and there was too many conflicting cases for anyone to make sense of it till it was too late. People turning into this animal or that animal, getting hyper endowments, turning into half animals, or some strange mix of everything. The one thing that remained consistent is that everyone was changing and no one knew why. In a world where magic was known and practiced, you would think someone would be able to get to the bottom of this, but no. It was far too big for any human to have created- it was affecting millions of people at a time, there was no spell in existence that was strong enough to do that! Pat remained inside like instructed, but no other news came. No one came to fix his power, so he had no way of catching up on the news and he was afraid to go outside. Every once and a while he would look out to see one of his neighbors also peering out fearfully and a few animals going by through the streets. As time went on, he seen less and less human faces looking out those other windows. Eventually the people who were turned into animals escaped the homes and they too left, emptying out the neighborhood entirely. Most of the people around him had turned into mice from what he could see from his window. He seen one woman break into a house on the other side of the street one day, he would call the cops normally but not only did his phone not work now- it seemed sort of pointless. He seen her through the windows, shoving things up against the door and around most of the windows on the ground floor trying to turn the house into a safe hold, retreating to its top floor only. She looked worriedly out the window from time to time as well, except every time he seen her at the top window her shirt was stretched further with larger and larger breasts. She seemed to vanish entirely for a day and he would have thought she retreated and abandoned the home, if he did not see... part of her a day later. All that could be seen now was the curvature of two gigantic breasts partially eclipsing the window- crowned with four areola and four huge teat-like nipples each. Odds are she was pinned to the floor with the size of them. That made him wonder though... was this thing contagious? She was hunkered down when she turned- she wasn't exposed to anyone else that he could see. She may have been exposed before entering the house of course. But the lack of information really got in Patrick's head. He was hiding from something he knew nothing about. Another woman named Melissa knocked on his door looking for a place to hide. At a glance he could see she was perfectly human, so he let her in. In truth Pat was a bit afraid of letting her in, but he also thought of how shitty it would be if he were in her shoes and she abandoned him to the insanity of the outside world. Mel was a real good looking woman in sweat pants and a really loose black top. She was a shade taller than even Pat so she had really long legs. The two talked at length about what they had seen- Melissa did not know what was going on either. She was at a grocery store when shit hit the fan where she was. No one transformed in the area that she knew of yet so she figured she was safe to stock up on supplies. She heard strange noises coming from several people and then the next thing she knew half the grocery store was transformed! One person even turned into a Griffon and was toppling over shelves of food to scream at people as if it were protecting its nest! So many transformed people scattered out of the mall she had to be careful about how she got home, making sure to avoid all of them completely. By the time she got home she could see her former roommate through the windows- he had grown an additional six sets of arms, stretching his torso WAY out as it turned black and bubbled up into chitin plates. Each new set of arms was less developed than the last, and more encased in chitin. He was halfway transformed into a giant centipede. Her home was... infested. So she has been on the run since, looking for a safe place. Mel was going to crash on Patrick's couch, while Pat slept in his bedroom upstairs. Both being in hiding, they were obviously not in the mood for romance. Although honestly Pat wouldn't turn her down if she brought it up. Mel did not want to get too close to Patrick if she could help it though- she already felt guilty being here but she had no idea what to do. When he had gone to sleep she slipped into the bathroom and lifted her shirt to look at the eight nipples down her torso. Her shirt was so loose because her breasts used to fill it- but they have been slowly getting smaller as three new sets of nipples appeared lined up below them, spaced evenly to cover the entire front of her torso. The last pair in her crotch were starting to look really puffy. There was also a discolored fleshy tail she had stuffed down her pant leg. It was long enough to reach her knee and the skin on just the tail itself was turning a silvery color. She shouldn't transform anymore now that she was away from those other freaks... right? She did not want to rub up against Pat though at risk of transferring what has happened to her onto him. The next day, Pat went downstairs to talk to her only to find Mel had locked herself in the study. He had not been in there since his power blew up- the computer did not work and the lights won't turn on which means there isn't really enough light to read books by either. She said she could read fine by the windows, and was locked in just because it made her feel safer because she was still shaken up from being on the run. When he asked what she was reading, she had to scramble to the bookshelf to grab something off- she had not been reading anything. After Pat went to get himself breakfast and left the outside of the study door, Mel sighed in relief, looking nervously at her tail swinging around behind her. Her tail looked back at her and shook its head. "And how long do you think it will take him to figure out you've got two heads? It isn't exactly subtle." Over night her dreams were about arguing with a doppleganger of herself, one saying she was a freak too and needed to leave Pat alone, while the real her argued she was still fine. When she woke up she found she was definitely not fine. Her tail was five times the size it was when she went to sleep and now had a serpent head on the end of it! The head had a mind of its own and spoke with her voice, but like her dream, the second head rarely agreed with her. Her breasts were completely gone now, leaving only the nipple and areola in their place, but now the last two sets of nipples on her torso were sitting on tiny A cup tits! Because of how big her tail was and how tender her lower nipples were- wearing pants was now impossible. Not knowing what else to do, she settled herself down the best she could and started to actually read a bit, sitting on the window sill. The serpent frequently sighed in frustration, apparently being able to read faster than she can and having to wait for her to turn the page. That was weird. If they were both born from the same mind, why could it read faster? She found herself idly rubbing her lower boobs while reading and humming in pleasure. She surprised herself with it several times. How was she not consciously aware of it? They also kept swelling bigger the more she touched them. It was slow, but they were definitely getting bigger. By late afternoon she had a cluster of four C cups- two in her crotch and two on her lower belly. Oddly, the top two sets remained completely flat. The nipples erected with the rest and were just as sensitive, but no breast growth. She could also feel the tail growing larger every now and then. It felt like someone gently, sensually tugging on the skin around her butt and pussy but the skin did not grow tight, it just stretched further. Melissa spoke to Pat several times through the door as the day went on- Pat was completely unaware when several times it was not Mel but her tail speaking to him. They had the exact same voice so he could not tell the difference. The tail thought the same as Mel, but as time went on the differences that did exist became more obvious. Mel was feeling more meek, weakened in the face of her changes and constantly distracted with the pleasure created by her four growing tits- the flesh constantly pulled taught with subtle slow growth. The serpent was more aggressive, confident, and clear headed- unaffected by the growing lust the other felt; even though they both felt the pleasure. They both woke late at night and had to unlock the door to skitter to the bathroom quickly- hoping Pat was asleep and did not come down. When she went to the bathroom she had an unpleasant surprise when she couldn't figure out how to even sit! Her tail was now so large and thick the transformation had pushed her anus forward and fused it into her vulva... she now had a cloaca! Her entire tail was covered in metallic dark green scales, except for a strip of flesh that ran from their cloaca to about the halfway point on the underside of the tail- the skin faded to grey shortly beyond the torso. That also meant her tail was far too large for her to sit on the toilet normally. She had to sit on the seat backwards, straddling the back of the toilet with her legs so her tail didn't get mashed into it. Melissa completely spaced out when she finished though and remained on the toilet gently prodding her tits. They looked like D cups now. The serpent nudged the door open with its head to peek outside. "Uh, Mel? We don't know if he has an upstairs bathroom. He could come down here any minute potentially." "Oh! Do you think he will like my tits?! I was sad to see them leave but they're back and brought friends!" The serpent furrowed its brows and looked back at her. "... the fuck is wrong with you?" Melissa pouted. "Why are you so mean all of a sudden?" "Why are you so brain-dead all of a sudden?" "I am not! They feel really good and guys like big tits..." She furrowed her own brows as she trailed off mid-thought. "We are hiding from him, though. Y-yea, I remember. But we have to show ourselves eventually, right? And he is cute." The serpent yanked itself straight, which also yanked Melissa off the toilet. Finally taking the hint she scrambled back into the study and locked the door. Mel bopped her head on the window closing her eyes in frusteration. "I feel so light headed and... ditzy." "I think its because we have two heads now. I won the coin toss and seem to be getting all your confidence and levelheadedness... which is causing you to degrade into a bimbo." She groaned. "I don't want to be a slut..." Both were silent for a minute before the serpent spoke up again. "I guess for now, just rely on me. I am still you, right? So just let me take charge. Its not like I would ever screw you over- whatever happens to you also happens to me." One became the version of Melissa that she liked to be in the bedroom, while the other was the version of her she strives for the rest of the time. They sat in the office chair for some time. Mel turned the chair back and forth with her toes on the floor and idly massaged her tits, which were now all touching one another, looking like a DD cup each. The serpent surprised her, coiling around the bottom of the chair when she was spaced out and yanked the chair over! Instead of hitting the floor she bounced on a segment of its giant tail and the serpent head slithered around and licked their shared cloaca. It did not have a thin forked snake tongue, it was long and came to a point. It also had a lot of fangs in its mouth unlike snakes who generally swallow whole and thus don't need teeth. "Ah! W-what are you...?" "We can't sleep because you are too horny." It was hard to tell because the lips had the same coloration as the rest- but the serpent head actually did have lips as well. It penetrated them with its tongue, causing the human half to curl her toes and squirm while trying to muffle her own girlish cries so they did not wake Pat. It cupped its mouth over the entire cloaca, squeezing the plush area. As it took in her scent, the skin over its nostrils lifted into hardened points, expanding the nostrils slightly. Its scales started to thicken, starting from its face down the tail- growing a bit of a ridge down the middle of each scale. Mel's butt started to lift up on its own- the base of the tail growing even larger, causing her spine to project out on her lower back and discolor to slightly grey. Her legs tingled with pleasure and she lost half her control over them. She thought it was the orgasmic pleasure from the serpent's skilled mouth but that was only half the case. Small quills rose out of her skin, some blooming right away into tiny feathers and others continuing to grow into much larger ones. Down feathers covered almost all the space between, starting from the tops of her feet and quickly spreading down. Her pubic hair was quickly replaced by soft down feathers. The serpent was too involved trying to get them off and had its eyes closed, so did not notice. The human Mel noticed but was too breathless from the serpent's pleasuring to say anything! Her legs started to change shape, her toes fusing together causing her feet to have a tapered end, and then they started to stretch longer and thinner! The feathers followed the growth and continued to spread, consuming what had been the bottoms of her feet as well, and then the backs of her legs. The serpent pulled its mouth off to catch its breath, a few strands of saliva still connecting them. "You want me to take charge, don't you? You just want to be a sexy little toy, all pleasure and no work." "N-no..." Her voice was so high pitched and weak it was barely heard. "Too ditzy to worry about what happens to the world, too weak for anyone to expect anything of you." "Nnngh~" The tail grew even bigger, the bulge advancing up Mel's back and the scales following. Her legs started to grow bigger overall, but their shape was now far from a leg. Buried in a giant fan of feathers- her legs had transformed into wings! The feathers were metallic green along the frame of the wing similar to the feathers of a mallard duck, but then quickly transitioned to dark metallic red, base matte red, and fading to pink at the tips. Her down feather pubes were all pink. The serpent dove down and started eating their cloaca again and a surge of growth went through her. Its neck became arched further and further, then started to fold over itself and flop over to make room as it continued to grow bigger and bigger. The scales started to slid out farther, overlapping themselves slightly like thin dagger blades. Its brow grew several tiny spike-like bone spurs like eyebrows. Mel groaned and squirmed as she felt its tongue grow thicker and a LOT longer, squirming its way very deep into their body. Her human hands hung in the air over her absentmindedly like an animal that was rolled onto its belly- and in response they too started to change. Her fingers fattened up and became shorter, her hands stretched a bit as the skin on the bottom of the fingers and each segment of the fingers puffed up into neon pink pads. Snow white fur quickly bristled into existence out of her skin up to her wrists but stopped there. When she looked at them and gasped in shock she flexed them and unintentionally brought out long hooked claws. They were huge feline paws- the claws only came out when she tensed. The tremendous bulge of the serpent tail advanced up her back, bulging out her spine all the way to the base of her neck! It formed a stripe of scales up her entire human back! It also raised her ass even further into the air, since she was laying on top of the bulge as it grew. A stripe of white fur matching her paws grew across her collar and almost all the way around to touch at the back of her neck, and grew the longest in the front like a psuedo mane. They started to knock over small tables and shove shelves around trying to make room. More and more serpent tail piled up and coiled around the room- the serpent half of her body now many, many times larger than the human half. Her human hair grew longer and longer, pooling on the floor around them forming a blanket across the growing layers of snake. In a final surge her cluster of four crotch tits swelled again, the very bottom pair growing very slightly larger than the pair over it- but both being in the ballpark of a G cup. As they climaxed, Mel's eyes flashed briefly, turning from ocean blue to baby blue and in a wave of brightness, the bark-brown color of her hair almost instantly bled away leaving her extremely long head of hair snow white like the fur on her collar and paws. The serpent and Mel were both out of breath and fell limp for some time. The sky was starting to lighten by the time either of them move again- though they had remained awake the entire time. The serpent was a bit embarrassed, having gotten a little out of hand herself, and also being too involved with the act to have noticed many of the changes. They had no legs! They could not stand anymore. They rolled onto all fours and awkwardly tried to move around to see how it would even work. It wasn't great, but they could still move on all fours, awkwardly. They were sort of four legged now, except that all four legs were front legs... and faced opposite directions. Mel no longer had any control of the wings- they belonged to the serpent. They were sturdy enough that they could walk on the final joint of the wing like a wyvern does. The wings almost touched the roof even when folded back- so they absolutely could not open them up indoors. From one end she looked like a sort of flat chested cat girl, from the other end she looked like a busty winged serpent. The serpent groaned, squirming around in the too small room. There was so much snake that she could coil around the outside of the room many times over. Her neck was as thick as a garbage can! The serpent grumbled again, looking at her other half giggling and squirming around, enjoying the feeling of her ocean of hair. She was too dumb now to realize the trouble they were in. They had completely transformed into a monster... there was no way they could keep this a secret from Patrick for long- and it wasn't fair to him that they do. What if they could still infect him through the door? He was kind enough to let them take shelter in his house... as much as she wanted to stay, it wasn't fair. The serpent but not the human was woken by Pat later that day, thinking they would already be awake since it was just after lunch. The serpent decided to break the news to him, though Pat thought she was joking at first, since she sounded normal. The serpent dragged the human half along the floor a bit to wake her up and got her to say something- in her now permanently high pitched, smaller voice to convince Pat. He did not want to kick her out because she seemed like a nice person, and still had her human mind even now. He wanted another person to be by him in these dark times, but he was also afraid as hell of turning into something himself. The serpent decided for him, already making up her mind that she would leave. She told Patrick to go back upstairs and unlocked the door to awkwardly walk out of the building. The human Mel walked them out facing forward- the gigantic serpent slithering in the air behind her, able to keep itself up off the ground with the tremendously strong muscle ribbing in its 'neck'. She called up to Pat and seen him in the window upstairs. The human Mel waved to him with a pouty face. The look on the serpent's face was a bit more serious, and she only nodded to him. If he ever succumbed, he at least knew he had one ally still out there. After over a week his rationing of his food was running out. He had to go outside eventually or he would starve! He glanced out his window again to see if anyone was around and seen the most relieving sight he had in a long while- a group of normal humans travelling down the middle of the road! Pat burst out his front door. "Oh thank God, someone is still normal! What is going on?! Do you guys know if it's safe to go outside again? My power has been out for days..." The elder man Franklin chuckled. "Oh no, its absolutely not safe." Pat went to dart back into his house but Franklin grabbed the back of his shirt preventing him from getting away. "And it's not really safe in there, either." Franklin introduced Pat to the young man Jasper and the young woman Crystal. The two looked almost identical, they even both had shoulder length hair and both wore girl's clothing- they were twins. Jasper's clothes were pink, while Crystal wore black and dark purple, and she had a lip stud and two earrings on either ear. Franklin himself was an older man, a short scruffy dark grey beard and bristly gray hair on his head with double-wide eyebrows. He was dressed in a brown linen cloak that looked too big for him- Pat was able to correctly guess that Frank is a Wizard without him saying it. "So... what the heck is going on? Your a wizard so you must be able to tell... right?" "No. It is not an earthly magic that does this, but it is a type of magic." Crystal spoke up. "Actually I was the one who told Franklin. Seen on the internet before everything became a jumbled mess- a video went viral of this dude doing a heart felt apology for making a wish on a shooting star. He wished his fetishes were real, so that everyone could experience it and no one would be outcast because of their tastes." Pat furrowed his brow. "You're kidding, right? I made a wish on a shooting star when I was younger that I had girlfriend, it didn't make one poof out of thin air." Franklin nodded. "W-well no, but there is precedence for a wish coming true using a shooting star. A long time ago a woman wished her dog was a person and it came true- that is where invert pets came from. Whatever magic allowed that first dog to turn into a man, could be passed to any other animal that was claimed as a pet- including if another pet said it was their own pet after becoming human. Even if the animal is not actually anyone's pet, if another inverted pet said its their pet, it still counts. It is a magic just like this, except the original wish only affected animals, and could only be passed if one of the effected animals deliberately passed it on by claiming the new subject as a pet. Its been around for so long and seemed harmless so no one gives it a second thought now." "So... someone wished everyone was a hyper, furry, or feral?" Jasper nodded. "Which sounds kinda hot, except that feral animals can't fly planes. They can't operate computers..." Crystal cut in. "And they change whether they want to or not." Pat motioned around them. "So, why are we still ok?" Franklin sighed. "Simply because it has not reached us yet. Proximity to those affected cause it to jump, but its spread so far so fast that most of society has caved in on itself. Hypers do not fit in doorways or vehicles, and some cannot even move because of their size. Ferals cannot operate any human tools, machines, vehicles... it is the end of the world as we know it, unless someone can fix it." Pat thought about it for several moments, clearly looking stressed. "What do we do, fire the fallen star back into the sky and ask for a refund?" Crystal and Jasper both laughed, but Franklin replied. "We do not know if it even hit the earth, it could have just passed close enough to be seen momentarily. Or if it did enter the atmosphere- it could have burned up into nothing. No, what we need to do is equally difficult though. We need to find what gives the shooting stars their power. As I said, the one this wish was made on we have no information about- and the person who made the wish is most certainly transformed by now. The original meteor that the inverted pet wish was made on however was collected for research by an Alchemist guild- and once news got out that it was the cause of the transforming pets, it was briefly researched and then placed in a museum. My Arcane Guild was researching the meteor when this all started to happen and was hot on the trail, but all contact with them went dead." "... they all changed before they could finish?" "Most likely, yes. I have been looking for more people to travel with to get to the guild and the meteor, but I have been travelling for some distance and so far, you, Jasper, Crystal and a woman named Amelia were the only ones I found. And Amelia... well... she is a raven now." "So... how are we supposed to get there without turning?" Jasper shrugged. "We aren't supposed to. If we do, its through sheer luck. Avoid those who gave in already and go quickly." Crystal huffed and started walking again ahead of everyone. "We might be the last humans left on earth for all we know." >Going Down< Seeing little else in the line of options, Patrick decided to join their group on their adventure. On his own he likely would have been jumped by someone who transformed when he went to get food. The things they seen were wild, and each new corner they turned brought still more surprises. There was sections of the city that were left abandoned entirely- once transformed into ferals they flee their human homes to be outdoors, but not everyone turned feral. Whatever rules the transformation followed were very loose. It would seem if you were transformed by something you were more likely to have the same transformation, which explained why most of the people around Pat turned into mice- they were turned by other mice who slipped into homes through the cracks. People with strong personality traits seemed to override this, and turn into an animal that mirrored their personality. Hyper seemed the most difficult of the transformations to resist, and also applied to feral and anthro people- it felt too good to fight, making it very difficult to resist and very easy to give in. In the homes, hyper were the most commonly seen now, because they often grew too big to be able to get out again. Even from the street, you could see the curvature of a gigantic pair of breasts through a window, someone anchored to the floor by their own endowments, or a giant cock that had grown so large it busted a hole though a wall and jut out of the building. Franklin warned them all to stay quiet and move quickly whenever they got near a herd of feral horse or deer- because they move in herds getting exposed to one was effectively exposing yourself to dozens and the odds of you not transforming are slim. When they passed through the center of the city, they thought they would be safe because ferals would be going in the opposite direction, but anthros apparently flocked here in their place. Being only a half or a third animal, they could still function as regular people unless they were also hit with hyper. Since they had human minds, Franklin was able to reason with them and get them to move away from them to let them pass, but they still tried to avoid anthros the best they could because every crowd has at least one jackass who makes it his mission to ruin someone's day. On their way out of the mall, they were stopped by a rhino anthro. He looked like a champion body builder and was shirtless likely because no normal shirt would fit over all his muscles. The bridge of his still mostly human nose was entirely covered with his huge horn. He told them there was another human woman, trapped in the nearby elevator but she screamed whenever anyone got close to her who was transformed. So while he had the strength to yank open the broken elevator doors and get her out- she won't let him near. When the group of humans approached, she introduced herself as Lydia, a Sorceress in training. Her hair and clothes were messed up and she was very hungry and thirsty- she had been stuck in the broken elevator for some time. Her long dark brown hair was dyed pale violet at the tips and she wore a woman's business suit. She worked in an enchanted jewelry shop in the mall, before everything went tits up. She instructed Franklin how to get her out because the elevator not stuck normally. The shop she worked at was on the second floor and the stairs down were completely destroyed by someone who had transformed into a gigantic tree in the middle of them. Lydia was a bit ashamed... at least at first- she and a co-worker named Mei made a dash for the elevator which was just across from their shop but as they were running, Lydia spotted the start of a tail growing from over her Mei's skirt. Lydia put her hand out to motion for her to stop while she turned around and stepped back into the elevator backwards, closing the door on Mei. She said she was sorry- but Mei was transforming already, she could not be around her. In what seemed like an act of instant karma, the elevator jammed. The doors did not fully close nor would they open back up, so the elevator itself did not respond- its made to not move if the doors are not secured. She was then forced to get the full force of Mei's anger, shouting at her through the small opening in the doors- too small to get in or out of. She watched Mei run back and forth gathering food and supplies and trying to turn the jewelry shop into some sort of fort for herself. The fall to the ground level would splatter her on the tile floor, and Lydia unintentionally broke the elevator, so they were both stuck. Mei was frustrated at her tail, shouting at it as if it somehow understood her. It was the only part of her that seemed to transform- just a red fox tail. Early the second day, Lydia woke up to hear Mei shouting swears- apparently she accidentally slammed her tail in a door coming back into the main shop. In blind anger she reached around and yanked on her own tail. To the surprise of both Mei and Lydia- she tore it off! There was no blood, but there also wasn't just a tail. When she ripped the tail off a tiny fox materialized from the base of the tail. It was really small and its body a bit too long for a normal fox- it almost looked like a weasel if it was not for the giant tail. She dropped it in surprise, and like an excited dog it hopped on its back legs in front of her as if trying to ask her something. Mei stepped back in fear, then made a few fake-kicks toward it to shoo it away and it eventually gave up and skittered off. After a few minutes to settle down Mei glared across the way at Lydia. "See? I am normal again! And you would have let me die for no reason." Lydia sighed, soo tired to bother putting up much of a fight. "The elevator broke. I am more likely to die than you are." "Hmph. Its the principal." Lydia did not see it, but could hear the commotion from inside the shop later and seen another tiny fox run out of the shop- this time its fur was violet! By the time she seen Mei again, she had another tail already growing to replace the second one! And this time it was blue! This had to be the strangest transformation Lydia had ever seen or even heard of. Rather than changing herself she was somehow spawning other animals? It took Lydia long enough to fall asleep on a hard elevator floor, so she was upset when she was woken in the middle of the night by the clatter. Mei was trying to eat a midnight snack but the tiny fox kept stealing bites! There was a red, blue, violet, indigo, and yellow fox now! They ran when she shooed them away but never went very far. Now that there was a group of five of the little fuckers they had more confidence. One would distract her and the others would move in to snatch some food, then when she turned to knock them away the decoy fox got his bite. Mei ended up picking up her chair and chasing them out of the shop yelling. When she calmed down after they left, Lydia seen another tail when she turned. This one was green. By the time Lydia woke up on her own the next day, there was a swarm of seven tiny fox pacing around the shop. Green was followed by Orange sometime during the night. Mei seen them all as she was about to step out to scrounge more food and took a step back as they advanced toward her. "What the heck do you guys waaaant? Stop bothering me!" She turned around and motioned toward her butt. "See? No more tails, I am normal. I am not like you. You guys are cute and all, but I barely have the food to feed myself." Before she could turn back around the indigo fox jumped up and grabbed her skirt with its mouth, yanking it down as he fell back! Several of them tackled her legs knocking her to her hands and knees and before she could get up again the yellow fox scurried under her, bit her panties and pulled those down too as the red fox jumped up onto her butt and started thrusting into her. Apparently all the fox were hermaphrodites. Lydia looked away, but the sound of her moans was distracting and she ended up looking back for lack of other things available to look at. She would have thought their tiny little dicks to be far too small to do anything at all, but Mei seemed to be enjoying herself regardless. The sexual pleasure was helping her forget her tension. The feeling of it thrusting into her also made her entire body feel oddly good, and warm. As the little fox finished it pushed itself in as far as it could and seemed to melt into her ass! Its tail was once again attached to Mei as if it was her own and the fox vanished entirely into her! Mei continued to moan, and her lips turned glossy black- the ones on her face and between her legs. Her tail flicked around randomly behind her. She slowly turned to look at the other fox in confusion and they all rushed her, nudging her over onto her side with their heads. Two nipped her nipples through her top causing her to squirm and moan and the blue fox pushed her hips all the way over and mounted her pussy. He was so small compared to her that his arms stretched out on her as he mounted still did not quite reach her belly button. Mei had a bit of a delirious smile on her face as she panted from their assault. The yellow fox ran between the two on her chest and climbed onto her face, thrusting into her mouth! The two fox fucking her came and like the red one before they seemed to melt into her skin- and then their tails re-emerged from her own tailbone. Another fox mounted her as she was trying to get up onto all fours again, and Mei willingly went down on another one, sucking its little prick. Her nails lengthened into claws, her ears started to grow long and narrow. Her breasts shrank causing her top to become loose and eight nipples adorned her torso instead. Once the next two finished and she absorbed them she squirmed out of her clothes entirely, eagerly awaiting the last two to fuck her too! Her fingers and toes shortened and fattened up. Her ankles stretched and raised up from the ground as black pads fattened up on the bottoms of her hands and feet as they transformed into paws. The end of her nose turned black and started to grow out from her face a bit, becoming slightly pointed. When the last two absorbed into her body, white fur erupted from her skin racing up her body from the base of the tails to the tip of her nose! When the fur reached the tips of her ears, elbows, and knees, it turned black. Had Mei or Lydia been more familiar with Eastern folklore they would know that a many-tailed fox spirit is able to split itself into as many forms as it has tails. The divided tails are known as tube-foxes. Mei slowly got back up, looking herself over in surprise, not sure how to feel. She had transformed into a sort of two-thirds anthro. Her arms and legs ended in completed paws, but she could still stand and walk on two legs. Her torso and most of her head was still human shaped. Even fused back to her, all of her tails were different colors till they joined to her body and the fur became white. Each tail was one of the colors of the rainbow- a spectrum 'white' can be divided into. Mei smiled at Lydia from across the way with her narrow, sharp teeth, and her narrow eyes turned to crescent moons. Wisps of blue fire could be seen through the air toward Lydia as Mei lifted a paw and pointed it at her. Lydia's heart jumped as the elevator shifted and she heard creaking metal! Mei was melting the cables holding the elevator up! Talk about holding petty grudges! Lydia quickly scrambled to her feet to plead with Mei but it was too late, the cable ripped free causing the elevator to slam into the side of the shaft, then the other cable let go and it fell entirely! Lydia only had a few seconds to react and slammed her palm onto the floor of the elevator and used what magical know-how she had to summon metal spikes from the sides of the shaft, jamming into the elevator. It still smashed several of the spikes off from its momentum but finally stopped before it hit the ground. And so that is how Lydia came to be where she was. About three feet off of ground level in an elevator that is tilted at an awkward angle with the doors slightly open but not enough to climb out of. She had no idea what happened to Mei- or if she was even still up there. She seemed to have magic powers of her own now so she may have been able to conjour a way down. Franklin was able to use his own magic to ease the elevator down and open the doors. Patrick scratched his head. "Quite the experience. But... how were you able to summon spikes to stop your fall, and not be able to just... open the doors?" Lydia scowled a bit at him. "I am an apprentice, ok? I can't spike the door open. The number of spells I know off the top of my head is limited. That is why I work at an enchanted jewelry store- trying to pay off bills so I can afford to finish my classes." Franklin chuckled. "Well it was quick thinking. Do you want to join us on our adventure? There are not too many proper humans left so, we could use all the help we can get." "God yes. Get me the hell out of here." She glanced over at the anthros all grouped up in the food area a ways back. "A lot of them think I am being rude. They don't understand they are contagious. Even among the people transformed already, not many people seem to know what really happened..." As they were leaving the city core behind them, Crystal glanced back and stumbled onto the ground in shock, making everyone else look. The major roadways near the heard of the city were four lanes- and there was currently a cock taking up all four on one road. It was so colossal that the head of the dick was all that could be seen from their view, and it went up almost four floors against the high-rises around it. The road leading from it for several blocks was glossy from the fluids spurting out of it occasionally. Whoever was on the other end of that thing definitely cannot move. Though he stood in awe of it for an awkwardly long time too, Jasper was the one who had to snap Crystal out of her trance looking at the monumental dong so they could press on. The guild was in the small neighboring town, not the city so they had some distance to go. Taking vehicles would not get them far, because parked or destroyed vehicles were all over the place blocking the roads. They passed through abandoned neighborhoods again on the other edge of the city. If they became anthro they headed to city core to be with their own kind and try to organize a new type of society. If they went feral, they left the city entirely. If they went hyper... well, if they were hyper they were going nowhere. >Unique Blend< They did not want to get food at the mall because they would need to rely on a lot of anthro cooperating and evacuating to allow them at the food, and there was no guarantee the food itself was not tainted from proximity to so many transformed. So when they found a corner store in the abandoned suburbs, Lydia and Patrick dashed inside right away. Franklin remained out front to keep watch, and the twins wandered around outside, though remained close. The two starving humans tore into whatever food they came across. Most of the food in corner stores was so processed it took forever to go bad anyway. And the power was still on here so the freezer was still functioning. Patrick went to the back to get something cold to drink. He had been drinking only tap water for days and wanted something with a flavor other than old pipes. The milk was probably iffy at this point, so he grabbed a 2L bottle of soda- the last of its flavor and almost fumbled it to the floor! He heard an odd, unimpressed squawk from in the freezer, and behind the empty row he could see two large penguins trying to shove each other out of the way to look out of the opening he created before the door automatically shut, sealing them in again. It was a good thing the freezer still worked, and not just because of the cold- if the freezer got its power cut, the flow of oxygen to the freezer would also get cut and the penguins would suffocate without anyone to open the door for them. He heard a shriek from Lydia and went to meet her as she dashed back toward him in a panic. He did not have to ask why she was freaked out- he could see the... creature, behind the counter. It was hyper, but... not really. It was not a human or an animal- it was a gigantic cluster of dicks! Several large enough to nearly touch the roof and as thick as telephone polls, but also some smaller ones that were about the length and width of an arm. They all fused at the bases and sat on a giant cluster of testicles of various sizes. Pat was almost as confused as surprised. "What the fuck happened there?! It isn't even a living being anymore, its just a cluster of parts!" Lydia tried to settle herself down from the shock of wandering so close to the thing without even realizing. "Hyper, but repeated." "Repeated? You can be affected by it after you already changed?" "No, but you can be affected by multiples before you fully change. Like someone who turns both feral and hyper. Whoever that used to be was exposed and contaminated by many people who also turned hyper, which caused them to mutate in this way." She sighed, grabbing a bag of chips and quickly hurrying back toward the doors out. "We are most likely going to see a lot more like this soon." "Why?" He scurried to keep up with her. "Because this is the main route out of the city- people came this way to evacuate. Which means they passed by a lot of other people while travelling, and get contaminated by multiples." They all hustled down the empty roads to get out of the city. They spotted several straggler animals wandering lost among the buildings, but luckily all herbivores they could easily spook into running away by making a lot of noise. Jasper even pointed out a Jackalope, a bit amused at finding a cryptid. As the buildings started to get farther and farther apart, exiting the city and approaching the farm land a woman spotted them and called them over to help, but seen they were human when they got closer and thankfully turned them away before they got too close. She had turned anthro, but her most prominent feature was hidden from view for a minute. Her skin was very pale and she was fully nude- society was kind of dead so clothing was optional. Her legs were ungulate, ending in golden cloven hooves with very bushy, long trailing fetlocks. Her legs and butt were covered with fur, but it was extremely fine and white so it nearly matched her skin anyway. Her tail was long and narrow and ended in a bushy tassel, but her upper body was just a pale skinned human. She had been gathering home grown food from her garden for supplies but got her horn stuck. Even without their help she managed to shimmy it out slowly but surely. She was a unicorn anthro- but her single spiraled pearlescent horn was ludicrously long. Only about as thick as the handle of a baseball bat at the very base, the horn had to be at least three feet long. When she bent over to tend her garden the horn slid in the open kitchen window, nudged the bottom of the glass and caused it to slam shut on top of her horn! Since they had her attention they tried to ask if she knew if there was any trouble further out, but she did not know. Even for someone already transformed there was too much chaos around for going out to be safe. They continued some ways into the farm lands, having to stick near the fences at the side of the road rather than on the road so they had something to duck behind. It was hard to tell where the threat was out here. There was plenty of horses and cows- but where they always livestock or were some of them formerly human? They slowed at one ranch as a woman dashed across the field looking nervous, trying to wave them down. The others had not noticed anything off, but Franklin detected the flow of the unknown power. "Hold- we cannot help you ma'am." She struck an unseen barrier- the air suddenly too thick to move through, holding her back. "B-but I need to get out of here. Its going t... to get moo." She was breathing heavier than she should have to at the pace she ran. Because she ran through grass, no one was able to see she wasn't wearing any shoes or socks, and her feet were cloven hooves. She scrunched her face up in brief pain as two nubs broke the skin on her forehead, trailing a single drop of dark blood down her face as the nubs slid further out from her skull into two horns- but they were perfectly straight, not curved or at the side of her head like a proper cow's horns. Her ears flicked up as they changed to leaf shaped and her human hair started to fall out. "N-no, stop... mooing." She glanced back looking at all the other cows in the field, who remained scattered but were all staring at her. "I am nooowt one of mooo..." Her voice got very deep suddenly. Franklin ushered the others to back up and he did as well. As an apprentice, Lydia explained to the others that Frank has been maintaining a warding barrier the entire time, which prevents outside magics from getting to their group. The wish magic is not earthly though and can still pierce his barrier, but it at least slows its flow. He was holding the woman off and still keeping the ward though- in addition to having been holding the barrier up the entire time they have been travelling. Its too much for an elder man like him to keep up, they needed to get away from the woman before Franklin burned himself out. A bulge grew quickly in her pants so when she tried to push through the invisible barrier to follow them, she instead fell because the bulge was pushed into her upper legs because of her pants. As soon as she fell onto all fours she let out a cry of distress as her hips cracked loudly- the joints of her upper leg snapped with it, now built to be quardruped so she could no longer stand back up. Her legs bulked up to keep up with her enlarging hips as they became the boxy rump of a bovine. The woman tried to push herself up off the ground with her arms but couldn't get her spine to cooperate. Her nails sunk into the soft ground as they grew longer quickly while her hands pushed against it. The nails became tall and narrow and became hooked like talons. Tiny quills started to grow out of her skin causing her to shiver and squirm from the prickling feeling- like a limb waking up. Her voice lowered even more and her neck thickened and started to pop and get longer. The woman's nostrils turned candy pink and enlarged as the teeth in her mouth started to fuse together. The skin from her now huge claws advancing up her arm became dry. As it dried it started to yellow and thicken, advancing to the point where moving her arms caused the skin sections to become semi segmented- giving her arms banded yellow flesh. Her forearms started to grow longer, raising her front half up to be level with her back half. The bulge in her pants was gigantic now and tearing the seams. The woman tried to grab at her pants but could not while on all fours, and since she could not stand up she instead plopped down on her butt. Her hips had stretched her pants to the max one way and the bulge the other. When she sat down the tension reached its peak and the seams down the sides exploded open, tearing the entire top half of her pants wide open so the rest would fall away the moment she got back up. The gigantic bulge flopped out onto the soft grass between her legs as a cow udder, already the size of a medicine ball, with thumb sized teats. Thick ropy milk veins trailed from its base up her underside up to her chest. Since her pants burst off on their own, she grabbed her top with her talons and ripped it off hoping the prickly feeling will lesson. There was extra huge quills growing from her tail bone which was finally starting to stretch out a bit- but still no where near a proper tail. Her merging teeth forced their way out of her mouth and slid farther and farther out of her face- in the form of a huge beak! The quills growing all over her exploded open releasing the millions of tiny bristles within as they bloomed into fully grown feathers! Most of the feathers were white, but there was black feathers here and there seemingly at random. Her growing beak stretched her lips into obscurity and grew out extremely long and narrow- like the beak of a crane. The woman sat on her butt in the grass looking around confused, trying to examine herself the best she could. She was a cow... bird, thing. Her legs, butt and udder were cow, and some of her head was cow. Her beak had the large pink nostrils of a cow at its base still. Her arms and the feathers on her upper body were those of a bird, but she did not have wings, and the odd black feather among the white mirrored the splotches of a cow. Rather than a cow tail she had a gigantic fan of huge feathers- a bird tail. Her strong desire to stay human muddied even this hybrid though; giving it a human factor to contend with. Her torso remained human in shape, and though her arms were shaped like a birds legs, she still has five digits and relatively human shaped hands. She still had human breasts too- but her feathers were especially bushy on her collar which eclipsed the breasts entirely from the front- their undersides were still bare. That was a close call for Franklin's party though, and they made haste afterward to distance themselves as quickly as possible. Fully transformed now, the woman was forced to admit her fate and made no move to follow them. It was getting pretty late in the evening by now and the sunlight was quickly running out. They kept an eye out for a house that looked abandoned. They could not tell if the livestock were contaminated or not, so preferably they found a farmhouse that was also void of animals. They found one finally- a large three floor house on a hill. It looked like they had horses at one time but the animals were long gone now- a plane had dropped out of the sky and slammed itself across their field breaking the fence that held the animals in. It also unfortunately ripped several power lines out so the house had no electricity. Lydia used her magic to create a node of light and give Franklin a rest. They found some candles and a lantern and lit them to illuminate the house just enough that they were not stumbling over everything as the sun went down. There was three bedrooms, two on the second floor and one on the top. Franklin went to the top bedroom and fell asleep first, having been exhausted from keeping the barrier up the entire day. Patrick and Lydia went to sleep in one of the second floor bedrooms, Pat above the blankets and Lydia below. The twins would sleep together but were the last to turn in for the night. Crystal was up listening to music on her cell phone loud enough that it sounded like regular volume to everyone else even though she was wearing headphones. She was trying to drown out the memories of the transforming woman who nearly reached them earlier. Trying to drown out the thoughts that the world was ending. Jasper found an original gameboy in their bedroom and left his twin sister to her music, going instead to the living room and playing on of the old pokemon games. He liked the series, but never had a chance to play the originals, and like his sister, took it as a chance to forget they might be the last normal people on earth. He was surprised how few pokemon were in the original games- he kept expecting to find his favorites only to realize they did not exist in that generation. He felt oddly relaxed and good. The game really helped him forget their troubles... almost too effectively. One could even say it was super effective. Patrick wandered downstairs late that night, trying to figure out where the bathroom was, only to see Jasper still awake by candle light, playing the game. It was probably straining his eyes terribly too- the gameboy was not back-lit, so he was relying on the candle light to see the screen. Pat was going to tell him to get to sleep, but he was having fun, so he didn't have the heart to tell him to stop. Patrick was still half asleep and could not find the bathroom. The house was three floors, it probably had more than one bathroom, right? Getting frustrated he checked a door in the living room near Jasper just to make sure it wasn't a bathroom and seen stairs down. Oh... the house is actually four floors- it has a basement. Maybe the basement has a bathroom. >Psychic Type< As soon as Patrick went downstairs, Jasper shivered for some reason- he was not actually cold. He felt oddly... horny? Him and Jasper were two of the last people on earth, could anyone really blame him for wanting to have a little pleasure before the world ended? Pat wasn't a bad looking guy, either. Jasper just wished his sister wasn't so... angry. She did not like her own fear, and it made her frustrated, so while everyone else was worried or fearful, she was just pissed. Jasper's brow furrowed a moment. How did he know how his sister felt right now? She was on her belly, her breasts felt good pushed into the bed under her lightly. She was fiddling with her lip stud with her tongue idly. How did Jasper know that? He cried out in a girlish tone quietly as a pleasurable feeling tingled its way from his head to his toes. He could only see from the corners of his eyes as his hair started to change. From base brown and to his shoulders like his sister, it started to lighten and change to a tone of green! It compressed together and tightened, causing it to lift and curl slightly. His bangs grew a bit toward the middle but remained the same toward the edges, shaping themselves like a downward arrow, with the lowest point hiding his nose behind it. The rest became bobbed and curled up under his ears as it finished changing color to a pale almost mint green! For a moment Jasper could see the narrow stairs down into the basement, and then flashed back to his sister in the bedroom, and then a blurry confused mess that was Lydia's dream! Jasper's eyes turned bright red. His skin started to turn ghostly pale as he looked down at his hands. His skin became taught, and it looked like his arms were shrinking- though only became more narrow and less defined, not growing any shorter. His arms lost most definition, including any visible difference between his forearm and hand. His fingers started to fuse together as well. This thumb merged to his index, his pinky into his ring finger, and then his middle finger grew in size to match the other two larger digits. His arms and hands did not turn pale though- bizarrely his arms were turning mint green like his hair! His body continued to turn white though. He let out another girlish moan as a wave of tightness passed over him and his entire body and especially his legs underwent a similar change. It was like his body was streamlining itself. His skin became taught and smooth and ghostly white, and his body lost most definition. You could not see the transition from his ribs to gut- you could no longer tell where his hips started. Heck if he did not bend his limbs you could not even tell where his knees or elbows were. His ears started to stretch out, but at three individual points. The top stretched into the largest point, then the middle, and then his earlobe, creating three points off the sides of his head that only vaguely resembled ears. His shoes and socks fell off on their own- by the time he looked down at them there was no feet at all! His legs just ended in tapered points! They looked so precarious to stand on... so narrow and dainty. So... sexy. He moaned again as he felt hornier. His scrotum tightened into a smooth little penny pouch shape and his foreskin grew smooth but thicker. His penis was sucked into it a moment then re-emerged with less definition itself- looking a violet with blood pressure and making it stand out in steep contrast to his white foreskin, and it now had a tapered end with no corona! He started to undress himself, his clothes no longer fitting right on his compacted form. As soon as he stripped his skirt and panties off though, he started to grow a new one! Streamers of thick but loose skin started to grow out from his hips, slightly overlapping themselves. He grew a skirt the same length as his legs- pale white like most of his skin on the outside, and the inner facing side of the flesh skirt was mint green like his hair and arms. By now he realized what was happening to him. He was so excited to see it in real life, and to know he was becoming so pretty that he forgot to be worried about the fact he had succumbed to the wish. His breathing became shallow and rapid as a hard red bead appeared in the skin on the middle of his chest and rapidly grew- stretching the skin around it away. It also grew on his back- it went straight through his torso. He could feel the beat of everyone's hearts in the building right now- the solid red mass through his torso acting like a conduction rod for emotion. In a sudden burst he moaned one last time, accidentally waking everyone up because he let it out as a psychic wave. The red mass grew forward in a sudden burst, erupting from his chest as a rounded plate- making the overall mass shaped like a guitar pick. Jasper had transformed into his favorite pokemon! A male Gardevoir! His giddiness manifested in the transformation as well, passing over him as a tingling wave. What had formerly been mint green turned to baby blue- making him a shiny Gardevoir. He was still breathing rapidly though... the emotions of everyone in the building were too much. He felt sooo horny! His dick twitched under his skirt more aggressively, he could feel an orgasm building. Why did he feel like this?! He came without even touching himself! The explosion of pleasure caused his transformation to step it up one final tier before it fully sealed him in! The skirt segments grew larger and larger, causing them to bend to make room, making the skirt billow farther and farther out around him. From the bottom up a darkness started to bleed into the skirt, then his body and even his arms, finally making them match the rest. The new change stopped at his neck and in a surge the plate in his torso gave off a loud wet sounding crack as it split open into two plates in the front! It turned him into a shiny Mega Gardevoir! As Jasper caught his breath, his psychic perception cleared enough that he realized why he was so horny- there was more than five people in the house! Patrick got into the basement and then heard several young women giggling softly in the dark. He held his lighter out in front of him but the basement was so dark the light did not travel far, and it did not help that everything was in shambles. Boxes and old furnature overturned everywhere and a heavy, salty smell in the air that was almost intoxicating. "H-hello? Is someone down here? Me and my group needed a place to stay the night, and we thought the house was empty." "Oh, yes, we live here but it is ok." "We have been really lonely anyway, hehe~" "I told you girls it was a man! I could smell his cock from here!" Several of them spoke at once. "Come play with us big boy!" He chuckled a bit nervously, following their voices in the dark. "Have you seen the state of the world out there right now? Not sure we should be playing around." "But we could be the last people left on earth, we need to..." "Repopulate!" "Hehehe~" He turned the corner into a large room that had been set up as a lounge at one time, and his lighter finally lit up the girls enough for him to see their form silhouetted. And know he was in big trouble. The gigantic mass of flesh writhed in the middle of the room- a vulva almost big enough to scrape the roof and filled most of the entire room! The gigantic slit pulsed slowly open and closed like a hungry mouth, the clit was the size of Pat's entire head! Seven different women were fused into the sides of the giant pussy! Their hip transitioned to a mound of soft flesh which then transitioned into their giant conjoined genitals. Two of the women had hugely distended stomachs that looked pregnant, and one between them who both looked giantly pregnant, and had a huge hill of soft flesh between her and the pussy. The two on the sides had a giant ovary in their gut- the middle woman had the womb. The giant pussy started to wobble and rolled forward a bit- several drips of lube trailed from its sides as it drooled over the presence of a male. All the women reaching toward Pat to beckon him into them. Their hole was so hungry! That was why Jasper transformed- he spent the entire night in the living room at the top of the stairs! The wish power was seething off of these girls steadily and Jasper was the closest person to them! Jasper detected the women now with his psychic power and alerted everyone to flee the house. Patrick was the first out, having seen the abomination first hand. When they left though, Jasper stalled at the door. The twins looked at each other sadly. Jasper could feel his sister's anger building up inside again. He sighed, and told them to go on. He knew he could not travel with them anymore. If they succeeded everything would be restored and Crystal could come back for him. If they failed... well, then everything would be consumed in the transformation and it wouldn't matter anymore anyway. It was still pitch black when they headed out. The group progressed down the highway toward the next town in the early morning, passing by so many crashed and abandoned vehicles- many of which had destroyed driver-side doors from a beast smashing or clawing its way out. There was even a hyper endowed hippo Lydia wanted to help- between his giant genitals and huge butt he was wedged half-inside a truck door. He turned too fast to get out and now he was stuck. As cruel as it seemed to just leave him like that, Franklin insisted they not help him- direct contact with a transformed person was sure to turn them. Because of how close he came to the giant vagina in their last break, Patrick was already at an increased risk. He had more of the magic in him than they thought- he never told them about Melissa. But still not enough wish magic to turn him yet. A ways further they were passed by a gang of anthro people on motorbikes heading back toward the city. Motorbikes had the mobility to navigate around the other abandoned vehicles to still make use of the cluttered roads. The last biker stopped to see if the human party was alright- and curious if they were somehow immune since they are the only humans she has seen for some time. She wore frayed black jeans and a torn blue jean jacket left open- though her breasts were covered on the sides and front with a stripe of chitin scales. She is an anthro scorpion. Her skin was peach toned only in thin strips on the inside of her arms and legs, and on her lower gut, then quickly faded to dappled grey before being covered by lumpy black chitin plates. Even her black hair was tightly braided and resembled a scorpion tail. She had a full scorpion tail behind her just over her jeans, idly waving back and forth- the stinger hooks upward at the end so when it punctures it isn't so easy to remove. Her hands were the most unusual- because they were both human hands and scorpion pincers at the same time. The chitin plates on her fingers joined together to form the upper half of the pincer, and the plates on her thumb were much bigger than the thumb itself, making the bottom portion of the pincer. It was hard to tell where she was looking, because her eyes were solid black- they had no whites. After a short talk, she informed them of a danger up ahead- a mutated behemoth they would have to avoid, so they were going to have to get off the road soon to go around. The good news though was that they were not that far from the town. >Big Girl< The group started to look cautiously ahead trying to spot this behemoth they were told about, and eventually diverged from the road a ways simply because there was too many wrecked vehicles- they were wasting time snaking their way between destroyed cars when they could walk in a straight line if they just walked in the field. They were beyond the farms now and a ways out of city limits so there was no fences for ranches or farms anymore- just open fields and patches of forest here and there. Crystal was feeling a bit bloated for some reason, but did not mention it to the others at risk of them worrying it was something it isn't. Franklin called back to the others to be careful of their steps- the ground was particularly wet here. It was a hard to tell through the taller grass but the ground was muddy and squelched under their steps. Crystal groaned as she stepped in a particularly wet part by accident and got her shoe full of water. When she looked down at the small stream she stepped in through- it wasn't water, it was white. Her eyes followed it farther out and finally gasped at the sight of its source. Having looked like mountains out of the corner of their eyes, there was actually five gigantic breasts in the distance, lactating a literal stream of milk across the entire field. Each one had to be at least as big as a house. Crystal's stomach gurgled and swelled out a bit as her bloated feeling increased. By the time the town was in sight in the distance, they found the behemoth and had to run out to one of the farms on the outskirts of the town to hide. It had to be at least fifty feet tall, and had no legs. It had around ten huge tentacles writhing around at its hips and one extremely huge one that acted as a tail lashing around behind it. It batted vehicles out of the way with its giant muscular arms. It did not really have a definable head, its arched neck just ended in a long mouth and the upper curvature of it was covered with dozens of huge eyes looking in random directions- darting around as if scanning for something. The underside of its neck, its entire chest and in a stripe down the front to the tentacles was around fifty human heads, partially fused into its skin. Their necks and shoulders stuck out for most of the heads, but all were fused below the ribs or shortly after their arms started. They all moaned but none said anything cohesive. Their eyes were all open, but did not look at anything. They had all transformed at the same time, and likely in a confined space, so they fused together into a gigantic abomination. There was too many different brains all trying to take charge so its thoughts were perpetually chaos. It effectively had the intellect of a particularly brutish animal- even though it had half a hundred human brains, because they constantly conflicted each other and negated each others intellectual input. Franklin grimly stated that the behemoth was most likely the town hall meeting for the town they are coming up on- they all transformed during the emergency meeting. Because they had to give it such a wide berth their advance on the town was slower than planned. The behemoth was tossing cars around like toys moving down the highway with no discernible goal in mind- so even if they were far enough to avoid the wish, they had to also be far enough to not get hit by a flying car. Crystal suggested they rest up in a house before entering the town again. Back into the shadow of buildings navigating would get difficult, and it was already late afternoon. Plus, they had been travelling since before the sun even came up thanks to their emergency evacuation of the last place. Franklin agreed- it would be a shame to get this far and then mess it up in the final stretch because they were too tired and got careless. Crystal actually suggested it mostly because she was feeling so bloated she was starting to get cramps, and her toes were going numb from all the walking. At least, that is what she told herself it was from. They could not find any farms that were completely devoid of critters though, and the earliest stop they could make was a small grocery store at the edge of the town proper. As soon as Franklin opened the doors two dogs wearing human shirts bolted out, but once they ran off the building seemed empty, at least at a glance. Franklin went to find something to eat- Lydia went to work barricading the door to make sure no one wandered in while they were here. A bit curious, Patrick went to find the security room to check the security camera footage, offering to Crystal to join him, but Crystal said she needed to get cleaned up a bit and went straight to the bathrooms. Lydia walked up to Franklin after blocking the doors. "So... I can sense the wish energy in the town. I haven't been able to pick up on it at all till now because I am still just a student... so..." Frank sighed, swallowing a bite of a candybar. "There is a lot of it, yes." "So, there is a good chance we are throwing ourselves in the fire." "You mean the meteor?" "Yea. It used the same power as the current wish- which means it is absolutely exploding with the same energy we are trying to avoid. We are trying to put out a metaphorical fire, while walking directly into it." Franklin nodded. "Yes, well, it is certainly a possibility. We won't know till we get there, and if we cannot fix things with this plan we will all eventually transform regardless. The meteor definitely radiates the same power- but it only affects animals who meet a specific condition. We cannot tell the difference between one and the other, so it all looks like the same force to us- but only half of the energy seething from the town is actually a danger to us." Crystal groaned and placed a hand on the wall behind the toilet, facing down toward it trying to throw up, but it did not work. She felt so bloated and full but no idea why. A few soft clicks in her hand and she noticed her fingers did not bend well, and it was hard to move one without the others. She pulled her arm back and gawked at her hand worried. A small burp escaped her mouth and then a huge burp so violent that it vibrated her vision! Her stomach started gurgling violently and she could visibly see it bloating up! She backed up quickly and turned to look in the mirror. She wasn't changing, was she? She can't be. But in the mirror she could see her ears enlarging and becoming pointed, sticking out from under her hair! She covered them with her hands as if that would somehow make them go away- but only called attention to her blackening, bulking nails. She let out several more burps involuntarily. Crystal bent over, holding onto the edge of the sink and squealed in surprised pleasure as her ass swelled up! It filled her skirt and tugged at the band. More fat and taught smooth skin billowed out, sending warm pleasure through her, like someone was squeezing her rump. It grew so big that it pulled the skirt tight and started to billow out over top of it, forcing the band to slide farther down her now very impressive cheeks. The feeling of having a growing butt turned her on, probably more than it should given the situation. Her panties started to press in on her pussy dangerously tight as her ass yanked them the other way. Her growing butt yanked the panties into her pussy so tight the clit became exposed over the band, which was partly a good thing because it grew too and could use the room. It stretched out longer like a flesh thorn till Crystal reached around and squeezed her butt cheeks in exploration, causing a surge of pleasure which caused the clit to throb thicker as well as longer. Her clit started to twitch as it stretched further and further, and her butt grew against her kneading it, swelling up between her fingers with fat bouncy flesh! She kept burping here and there and the bridge of her nose widened as well as her nostrils. Her canine teeth ached a bit and started to grow out sideways. "Ooh... what is wrong with urp me? It shouldn't feel UUURP good, I am uff not animal..." Her voice slowly became deeper and deeper. A surge of pleasure she fell completely to the floor onto all fours and her ass grew gigantic, causing her skirt to snap and sling off onto the floor beside her. Her panties were yanked so tight they had vanished entirely in the front- wedged completely between her swollen labia. Now exposed to the open air, she could see how giant her clit had grown. It had pulsing veins near the base that had grown so thick as to project from the skin. Another bulge traveled down the outer facing side, toward the tip. Likely a urethra, transforming it into a penis! Crystal was hit with another strong feeling of bloating as her body groaned and stretched bulkier, pulling her clothing tighter. A huge burp forced its way out of her, lasting so long she actually had to gasp for air once it ended, and as soon as she did the cartilage in her nose popped loudly, and the bridge of her nose expanded so large it eclipsed the center of her vision! Her nostrils flared larger at the end, pushing the end of her nose up into a snout so when she caught her breath she unintentionally snorted several times! "I snort am not a-ahhh~! An ahh.. nimal. I hrrrNNN-!" Her skin actually creaked a bit from rapid growth, her bones groaned and popped and her organs sloshed around inside of her, forcing more burps out. "Oh uuurp Gods.... gunna... exburplode!" Her torso inflated in every direction, stretching her out and pulling her shirt skin tight before the clasp on her bra snapped. Without the bra to restrain her at all, her skin bloated even further into the shirt and ripped it down the back. Her breasts grew as well, but much more slowly. Her ankles stretched out as her toes fused together. Her middle three toes fused and then re-split as two large toes with cloven hooves, while her large and pinky toe lagged behind the stretching of her ankles, devolving into tiny dew claws. The same started to happen with her hands as she clacked them aggressively against the floor in frustration at her inability to hold back the changes at all. Crystal's tailbone grew out and filled her already extremely overtaxed panties, pulling them into her pussy even worse. The new urethra connected to the end of her clit, officially making it a penis- but her vagina remained unchanged otherwise, so she had no balls and the dick would be shooting blanks. Her face started to stretch out, being dragged along with her snout. Both sets of canine teeth in her mouth grew beyond her lips and then curled upward growing bigger into two sets of tusks. Her ears continued to grow larger, becoming quite massive on her head and the two earrings in either one fused with her skin, turning into two metal thorns. The stud in her bottom lip seemed to be absorbed into her skin for now and vanished- her body was moving the metallic elements elsewhere. As her torso rounded out huge her legs and arms started to get longer so her gut did not rub against the floor. Her pectoral muscles were pressed farther forward by the expansion of her torso, which caused her breasts to be moved in front of her arms in her quadruped stance. She watched her hands sadly as they finished devolving into pig trotters. Her panties finally snapped off and got flung across the entire room by her tail which was shaped like a spring! Not even the gentle spiral of a normal pig tail- hers spiraled several times and was more stiff than a pigs tail, so it really was a fleshy spring. Her engorged, twitching clit bobbed with each throb, demanding attention. In a second surge of stiffness though, it felt like it was getting an erection too hard to handle. The tapered pink penis felt like it was trying to grow larger than the skin could allow, causing the pressure to backfire on it. The shaft started to twist toward the end, creating three loose spirals- the corkscrew penis of a porcine. Crystal wanted to cry, but her body still churned and she still felt SO bloated. The only sound she made for several moments was soft burps, followed by a snort when she breathed back in. Her body groaned with tightness. She was a pig! What more could there be? As Crystal shook her head she seen how giant her ears were, and then she knew. Those were not pig ears. In a massive surge her body groaned and popped in rapid fire as she squealed in distress, interrupted only by a few involuntary burps! Her entire body was growing bigger, fast! But especially her hips grew massive! Her thighs started to balloon up massively round which made her already huge round butt gigantic! In spite of still having breasts hanging off her, eight additional nipples appeared down her torso and started to fatten up and turn into erect little teats. She felt new muscles twitch as she tried to adjust her stance and noticed two small underdeveloped limbs below her arms- looking a bit like plucked chicken wings, but rapidly developing. Her snout started to grow even longer, flopping down over her mouth and beyond! Two of her tusks remained the same, but the lower ones started to grow bigger and longer, jutting up off her head by quite some distance in large arcs! Crystal's dick started to tighten even more, pulling the spirals in so it was more of a twist than a spiral- but then the entire thing started to throb larger, thicker, and develop even more twists. Even though she was still on all fours, she watched as her eyes became level with the sinks, then the mirrors, then reached near the top of the mirror- so high up that she could feel the coolness on the surface of the roof just over her back. Her legs bloated up huge, making her small hooves almost comically small in comparison, including on her new limbs, already developed into a new pair of front legs identical to her original. She opened her mouth and deliberately forced out one last burp, finally getting rid of her internal pressure. She did not snort, but quietly trumpet what was now her trunk. She was extremely round and bloated looking everywhere. As a final cherry on top the expanded metal that had formerly been a mere lip stud emerged at the end of her trunk, as a huge septum ring and grew five stumpy spikes along the outward curve. Thanks to the size of the spiked ring, she could swing her trunk as a weapon. She was half pig, half elephant! A piggyderm. Thanks to the loud squeals, burps, and snorts, it did not take the others long to figure out what happened. Lydia only momentarily looked inside to see what became of Crystal before sealing the door closed. Lydia and Franklin remained there outside of the door talking to her through it for a bit before distancing themselves from even the door. Crystal only understood some of what they were saying, but picked up on the general tone. Her mind had not transformed into an animal one but it had devolved to having the capacity of one- so her instincts were louder than her thoughts. When the others had completely abandoned her, she plopped down on her extremely plush rump and was able to use her trunk to get off her drill-penis, putting it through the ring so it was smushed against the very end. Crystal never had any interest in a relationship, but she was good looking so guys always tried. She always responded with aggression and insults to distance herself- just wanting to be alone. Crystal wished on a few occasions that she wasn't so good looking, so no one would bother asking in the first place. Now she sort of got her wish. >Disasterpiece Theatre< That night, going over the videos in the security room, Patrick seen some strange stuff. He wished he could hear what all the people it recorded were saying but it did not record audio. He was surprised they still worked with no one managing them, but they only streamed video to the security room- they did not actually record anything unless they detected enough motion. The strangest Pat seen was a couple that decided to hunker down and use the shop as a shelter, just like his group was doing now. At night the guy sat on a knocked over shelf while the woman unzipped his fly, got him worked up with a slow blowjob. Either they were both incredibly inattentive or their minds were affected by the magic already and too horny to care, but every time she bobbed her head on his dick it was a bit longer, and the the glans a bit less defined. Like watching someone remove the shape from a lolipop with their licks, her sucks on his cock turned it from human to a long and tapered penis. His pubes thickened and shortened into fur which overtook his balls. Once he was plenty riled up she did a quick dance as she tossed her clothing off and sat on his transformed member. Fur started to grow on his chest as well, and spread from both chest and crotch slowly across his body, staying white on his front and turning pale brown on the rest. The woman seemed to be having more and more pleasure as time went on, really squirming in his lap after a while- and then Pat spotted the bulge on her lower gut. His dick must have grown again while inside of her! Nubs grew from his forehead and started to fork as they grew, turning into antlers. His tail bloomed into a triangular tuft and he started to lean back a bit. Between both sets of legs his furry balls grew bigger and hung lower. The bulge in her gut grew more pronounced and slid farther up her torso! He seemed to cry out and her gut inflated almost instantly into a small dome from all the cum, and some still splashed back out. But after a short pause she grinned and started grinding on him again, and then hopping on his shaft- he was still hard! His toes curled in pleasure and fused together, devolving into cloven hooves and his antlers grew still bigger. His nose and lips joined together on the end and turned black- but while his nose and its bridge got wider his face did not extend any. While his feet turned into cloven hooves his fingernails turned black and thick but remained nails- his hands were still human. He had transformed into an anthro buck. The woman seemed short of breath, her thrusts into his crotch more desperate now like she had totally been consumed in lust. His balls grew a bit bigger still, and the bulge in her gut from the shaft returned in spite of the bloat created around it from all the cum. She could feel it ramming deeper and deeper, impossibly far into her body, almost feeling like it was in the back of her throat. He reached a second climax and her face turned red and her body filled with pressure, this time bubbling up higher into her torso. She cried out in pleasure and a few small spurts of cum actually came out of her throat, putting the taste in her mouth and smell into the air- which only made her hornier. The buck was looking tired now and said something- most likely suggesting they stop to let him rest but she did not. He was still hard so she resumed, except now she could only rock her hips and grind her butt into him- he was so huge his dick was lodged in place inside of her and would not budge. Her entire body started to radiate pleasure with every movement against his dick as she started to feel the same things he was. She opened her mouth and gurgled some almost-words as he reached climax again and this time she pursed her lips and blasted cum out onto the floor like it had gone straight through her without pause. The bulge could be seen all the way up her torso! Pat could even see it up the middle of where her rib cage is supposed to be, between her tits. His balls grew even bigger- now resting fully on the floor between their legs and growing up to meet them regardless. She bent her legs to rest along their tops and resumed grinding him. She felt herself up, especially the bulge up her body and he started to squirm from the feeling. His cock grew even bigger, shoving up into her mouth so hard it fused with it. It grew still bigger, stretching her torso and neck longer- bulging her neck thicker with the growth. Her arms hung limp at her sides now, too overwhelmed with pleasure to use them. His balls grew even bigger, pressing into her legs and the two started to fuse. What had been her legs now merged with the furry scrotum and welled up around the base of his dick to form a huge sheath for the mighty member. Her torso and especially her neck started to bulge rounder and longer from the gigantic cock growing in her. He came again and this time blasted enough cum out to paint a stripe across half the store, directly out of her mouth! Now he was out of breath and looking exhausted completely, but finally examined her closely enough to realize what was happening. The bulge up her body was the urethra- his cock became so gigantic while inside of her that it fused with her, and was now overtaking her body. She was turning into his dick! He hobbled outside, dragging his girlfriend between his legs as he went, in search of some sort of cure or something- who knows what he would be thinking in a panicked moment like that. They did not return to the camera's range but Pat already knew the end of their story. His group had seen the buck leaned up against a building down the block some ways when they came to the store. He was now completely pinned to the ground by his own genitals. His balls were about five feet tall even with him sitting on top of them, resting in the groove between them and the start of his shaft. His dick was so gigantic it crossed the street and vanished into an ally on the opposite side- and might be long enough to pop out on the street on the other side of that too! His insatiable girlfriend was now his monstrous cock- which meant his cock was now insatiable. It never stopped radiating pleasure and cumming- it literally had a mind of its own. He was caught in a state of barely awake and sleeping, because she never let him rest or stop cumming, and she was far too large for him to even attempt to move anymore. The only sign that there was ever a female there was a pair of black tits on his crotch just over his shaft- a bit of female that tainted his body. The sight of him was crazy enough, but on par with everything else they had encountered. But having seen these security tapes and knowing his dick used to be another person was on a new level of crazy. Patrick had not even thought of that before. He might not even transform into an animal, he might transform into a mess of parts like the clerk at the other shop they visited- or turn into someone else's junk like this woman! >Tiny, Loyal, and Well Armored< He went to sleep quickly thanks only to being so damned tired as a result of the night before. When he woke up it was to Melissa snapping her fingers, trying to wake him. She was perfectly human again! "Hey! Wow, you are a crazy deep sleeper." "W-what happened? Where am I?" "My place. Guess what? It turns out all that freaky stuff that happened was a result of a shooting star! Some arcane guild ended up fixing everything back to normal. You seemed really beat so no one woke you up, and I figured I would take you back to my place." He rubbed some of the sleep from his eyes. "Damn, that is fantastic. You have no idea how scared I was out there! I seen some insane... stuff." He cleared his throat- his voice having raised a bit. She cocked an eyebrow. "Are you ok?" "Y-yea..." His clothes felt like they were sliding off! He went wide-eyed as he looked down at himself and seen his body was shrinking! His nails were turning into claws and his body hair was growing, spreading, and turning to fur! Oh no, he had so much wish energy in him but he hadn't started to change yet, so when they fixed everything it did not change him back because he never turned yet, but still had the energy in him! Melissa started to back away from him. "Uh..." "N-no, it is not what you think." He blushed, hearing how small his voice was getting. "I'm not... I..." Even smaller. "Eh! No, help meee!" He tried to get up but that only caused his clothes to slump off. Pat was only a foot tall now, and had a large tail behind him! His ears became more flat and round on the sides of his head and his front teeth became bucked and then grew even longer, well past his mouth! His face twitched and scrunched up at the feeling of long whiskers poking their way out of his face as his nose and jaws began to grow out, stretching his entire skull longer and more pointed! Melissa said something to him but her voice was so thunderous and huge compared to him now he did not understand her. She looked mad, and opened her front door pointing out of her home. She was throwing him out- he was contaminated! He was turning into a minuscule little field mouse like several of his neighbors had! He wobbled in place and tried to take a step toward her but fell onto his hands and feet- his spine no longer allowing him to walk on two legs! No! He tried to say something but his voice was so small and high pitched all that came out was squeaks! He was getting so small and weak! He looked down at his clothes and seen the button on his pants was so thick its width was the length of his arms from elbow to hand! He was still shrinking! How?! Even mice aren't THIS small! He felt so dizzy, so very weak. He got smaller and smaller. He tried to look up at Melissa but she was too huge compared to him, his eyes could not even see that far up! He didn't recognize anything around him anymore! He went to stagger forward again and this time his hands and feet fell through the strange net below him. Wait, net? He realized what looked like a net to him was the fabric of his pants- he was so small he could slip between the threads! And he was still getting smaller! The threads were like ropes to him, and then like large pipes, and still he shrank more and more. Finally Patrick had become so insignificantly tiny and weak that he woke up. It took him almost a full minute to realize it had been a dream. The world was not saved, Melissa was not a human, and he was not a mouse the size of a fleck of dust. He was only happy about one of those things. The next day the three remaining humans gathered up and headed out again. They were close to their goal but surrounded by danger, every moment they spent still travelling was another moment they could succumb. They slipped past a small group of anthros- a cat and bunny going at it bent over a sports car. This group of anthros were acting a bit more like animals. It seems they have taken the end of the world as a free ticket to do whatever they want, and promptly robbed stores and stole vehicles and were now riding around town claiming their turf. Lydia looked at Franklin as he winced. "What's wrong?" Frank shook his head. "A lot of wish magic. First and second. And the guild is... that way." He pointed toward the east side of the town where they were making their way toward. Twitching in the sky was a giant cock, taller than the two floor buildings around it. Humanoid but with a purpled head with a very broad, bumpy corona and large, hard, round bumps around the later half of the shaft. Slithering over and around buildings was a giant dark green snake with black tiger-like stripes, and a herd of sheep gathered around one anthro sheep girl resting on top of an udder the size of a truck. Due to their proximity to the guild building- these were most likely Franklin's former guild members. The people who almost found the cure. Unfortunately their proximity now also meant the area was filled with the power of the second wish. The sheep remained shepherded by the anthro who seemed to recognize Franklin, waving to him from where she was pinned by her own endowments as they approached the guild hall. The gigantic snake moved out of their way, but did not seem to actually notice them, so it just moved by chance. Franklin grumbled in frustration when they seen the front of the building and realized they would have to enter from the back. The front door was partially destroyed and completely blocked by an anthro tortoise whose shell was so huge he was stuck half in the building. Each scute on his shell had an arcane rune on it, and he appeared to be reading some scrolls he had been planning to flee the building with. As they came out of the alleyway beside the building to the back, Patrick tripped on some rubble and fell onto his hands. The ground felt... warm and soft though. He looked down to see not cement but skin rising up under them! Something long and fleshy was growing out of the road! All three of them got back quickly as the object grew large enough to tear out of the road and lash around free in the air! They followed the long nude tail back to see a gigantic rat on the opposite end of the street. Someone must have been trying to use the sewers to evacuate the town, but transformed and grew so fast that its tail got stuck till it finally grew large enough to bust out through the road! Patrick looked at his hands, feeling his palm with his thumb where he fell. He landed on skin mostly, but grains from the broken up road still hurt his hand a bit. The skin felt odd where it touched down. He looked back up to see Lydia and Franklin standing about ten feet away, watching him. "Oh come on guys, I just scuffed my hands a little, don't be so paranoid." He twitched a bit, feeling an odd sensation on his upper back as the skin started to bulk up. He looked back at his hands to see the skin there starting to turn black. "I just got a l-little dirt on my hands..." He kept squirming and rotating his shoulders against the feeling, his skin compressing on his back. It tugged gently on the skin around the area, forcing it to grow out and then drawing in the new skin to layer it over and over. This caused it to become more and more leathery and dense, and also caused his back to bulge out so much it looked like he had a hump. It started to advance down as well, happening all over his back and even his butt cheeks! His shirt started to tear as it stretched the fabrics to make room! His hands darkened to a grayish pink, and turned completely black on the base of his fingers, and a circle of flesh on each segment of his fingers, but only the undersides. The black spots became thick and puffy as well, but unlike the skin on his back they did not harden- making his palms pillowy. "O-oooh n-nooaarARK!" He surprised himself with a sudden burst of sound like a bark and his face stretched out as he moaned. "Wrrrt rrs...h-hark-happening?" The end of his nose turned outward as the bridge widened only slightly, but advanced forward drastically. The end of his nose took on the M shape of a dog's, but turned pink instead of black. His teeth all sharpened and new teeth grew in to fill the gaps as the old ones became more narrow. His nails turned black and thickened into a claws and started to grow out longer. His fingers themselves thickened and shortened only very slightly. Fur started to grow in on the backs of his hands and forearms and spread. His ears changed to leaf shape and grew fur on their backs as his human hair fell away- the skin on the back of his neck was thickening now too. His skull narrowed slightly and his face grew out long, his nose and both jaws stretching long and narrow. His grunts turned into growls, and he made several sounds almost like a halfway between a cough and a bark. Pat fell forward and as soon as he did the impact caused his shirt to tear far enough that it fell off, the remains slid down his arms. He felt the skin thickening at the base of his penis and his pubes turning to fur, which caused his penis to start to erect from the changes, in opposition of his actual arousal level- which was flatlined. His tail bone started to stretch out, jamming itself into the back of his pants, forcing him to pull them down to stop the irritation. He bent himself down in the front to use his body to block Lydia's view of his genitals in the best attempt of modesty he could manage. The skin on his back was now bubbled up into thousands of stiff sections, forming together into a huge plate that covered his upper back like a mantle, then three narrow sections below that, and then another large section over his hips and ass! It looked like they were made up of dense scales- but they were not really scales. He was pushed forward again by the change that forced him to fall over in the first place- his ankles stretching out from the front of his feet, turning him digitigrade. His toes all bulked up but became shorter, pressing together as fur grew over them and spread up his legs. His toenails turned into black claws as well, but unlike his hands, the claws stopped pretty short with blunt ends. On his hands, his claws just continued to grow, now at least two inches long each and very sharp! When the fur from his crotch and legs converted to overtake his newly grown tail, it became much longer and bushier, increasing the volume of the tail greatly. He wagged his tail violently; not out of joy but from irritation. The new muscles that controlled it needed to be used, needed to flex to get the blood flowing. His head finished stretching out into that of a dog as the fur made its way up the underside of his neck and around his head to finish the look. He was about to say something but it came out as a garbled half whimper half bark as his face stretched out a bit more! His muzzle became longer than any dogs, and got a bit more narrow as well, giving it a slightly pointed nose! He was panting heavily as he glanced under himself between his limbs to see his dick bobbing in the open, and stretching longer. It had only gotten a bit thicker, but a LOT longer. The glans had been stretched into obscurity, so the penis simply ended in a rather large urethral opening, making it sort of look like an elephant trunk. The knot at the base was only half correct for a canine- rather than have two or three segments at the base the knot only had a single bulge in the front- making it sort of look like his dick tried to swallow a chicken egg. Its length stretched beyond his gut, stopping at almost the top of his rib cage before it finally ended its growth. As soon as the growth ended, it started to bow and soften again- not actually aroused, but looking at his now extremely long penis made it return to its sheath slowly. His hips did not change, nor the general shape of his torso, so he should still be able to stand. Patrick very slowly stood up, not used to balancing on paws. He changed into an anthro, but not an anthro of a single animal- he was a hybrid. Most of his head was dog, his fur, his legs, feet, and tail were totally canine. His arms were canine appearance but human in shape- he had pads in his palms but his fingers and hands were still almost entirely human in shape so he could still use them as normal. The claws on his hands however were definitely not canine. The armored shell on his back, his giant claws, and a penis that is 2/3rds the length of his entire body- the traits of an Armadillo! He is an anthro Armadoggo. He had a hard time speaking, though his tongue was still human shaped in his mouth so he could still speak English like anthros should. Surprised he did not make it to the end, but knowing he could not follow them now, Patrick stepped aside to let them get to the back door without him. Lydia yanked on the door several times before punching it in frustration. The back door was locked, Franklin did not have the key. Franklin was starting to eye the windows to see if they could break in some other way, but Patrick called over to them to move out of the way. Maybe he still had his uses. He tried to wedge his giant claws into the edges of the door and pry it open but the door was too solid- it might have worked if it was an older wooden door. Patrick then walked almost twenty feet back, motioning over to the others to wait still. He bent over, glaring at the door looking like he was going to try charging it. Franklin was not sure that would work- he might just break his shoulder. Pat charged at the door full blast, letting out a cry like a kung-fu master and just before he got to the door, jumped into the air and rolled into a perfect sphere! He wasn't just any armadillo- he was half of a three ringed armadillo, the only species able to roll itself into a perfect armored ball! He smashed the door and most of its frame into the building, slamming into it like a living wrecking ball! A moment later he rolled back out and then flopped onto the ground, dizzy as hell. >Last Wish< Once inside Lydia and Franklin looked around, not feeling particularly good about the state of the building. Part of the floor above them was collapsed, there was furniture broken all over the place, claw marks all over the floor and walls and even old dried blood here and there. One of the guild members may have gone fully feral and attacked the others. At least a few of them turned into sheep though- which definitely would not have attacked one another. In the main room of the ground floor, a figure slid out from the shadows. "Oh Franklin! I knew you would find your way back here!" "I assumed he died a long time ago." "I sort of hoped he would turn into something wretched..." "I was so worried!" The guild master emerged from the darkness, holding a book and some papers in one of his six mouths. His body was shaped mostly like a tiger, but his limbs and his digits were each a bit longer and more narrow than a normal tiger. Instead of fur, he was covered in sharp triangular silver scales that were shiny enough to partially reflect the room around him. Instead of a tail, he had a long serpentine neck capped with a dragon head, with a very long and very narrow muzzle. Branching from between his shoulders was five more of the same, but each one had different horns. The tail had no horns, then from left to right they had water buffalo horns, deer antlers, ram horns, bull horns, and finally a kirin horn. All of his heads branched from the original, so they all shared a single will, but formed contrasting aspects of his personality- and had only further differentiated now that they had their own heads with which to speak. "We have our research here." "I tried the inverse projection myself but the flow of the unknown power interrupts mana conjuring." "I basically mean you can't cast spells if your transformed, even if you still have a human mind." "That's what I was implying, yes." "ANYWAY!" Once the other two quieted down the fourth head resumed. "These are the papers on how to do it, there are a few blanks you will still need to fill in, but we got most of it figured out. Whatever is powering the shooting stars is coming from outside our galaxy. Well beyond anyone's ability to travel to even with the most powerful teleportation spells." "So the only way to 'go' there is to project yourself. Unfortunately this means you cannot physically interact with whatever it is, but hopefully you can still figure out enough about it-" "To fix us!" Franklin went to grab the book and papers and Lydia told him to stop, but he only hessitated a moment before grabbing it and passing it to Lydia. Franklin made sure to stay a full arms length away from either of them. Frank motioned upstairs with a nod. "Go. I was already at my limit anyway. I can already feel it drawing itself into my body to finish me off." "B-but I am still a student! You are way more qualified!" "My time is up. You do not need to be the best at something to do it. Go- before my own body increases your chances of turning." Lydia reluctantly took the book and papers and hustled upstairs. The meteor was on the third floor, and she would need to channel it to project her spiritual form through it back to its source and figure out what caused all this in the first place. Franklin hunched over as his spine squirmed and a bony growth erupted from behind him, ripping through his shirt. It stretched a thin membrane of skin off him which quickly thickened, forming a dorsal fin. His skin started to stiffen and grow out into sheets of enforced keratin- shield-shaped scales. The scales were aquamarine at their base but faded to salmon-pink at the tips. His beard hairs started to get longer toward his chin, quickly becoming a very long narrow beard, and also becoming more pale the farther down it went- the later half of the beard was snow white. The bridge of his nose widened and flattened out a bit, also pushing the end more level with his upper lift, which then became slightly cleft to meet his nose which now had a slightly triangular end to it. He flexed and bent his fingers as they started to bulk up and stretch tremendously. As soon as any of them touched another, the skin became fused and stretched between them into a membrane that did not grow scales over it. The skin of the membrane was a silvery grey. The huge fan like fins his hands stretched into became almost the same size as the rest of his arm- which actually did not transform at all other than to be covered in scales. He folded the fins up and as soon as it moved back, another segment of membrane fused from what used to be his pinky finger to his elbow, but that was as far as it changed. Because it did not start till after his human shaped arms; they looked as much like wings as they did fins, especially when folded back at his sides. His neck and face both started to stretch out at the same time, his grunts and cries of distress reverberated heavily, echoing the sound of a goat bleating. His bleats went up a pitch as he flinched in pain and two lines of blood traced his expanding face as horns started to emerge just over his temples. His legs stretched longer as his ankles raised off the floor. His balance rolled onto the front of his feet as his toes merged and then further onto the hooves his nails formed into. Four toes- two dew claws and two hoof segments. The scales advanced down his legs but stopped just after his knees, then the skin under them turned silvery grey, and then just over his hooves he grew long white fur in, creating very long, trailing fetlocks. His legs had become like the rear legs of a goat- but much, much taller than goat legs should be. His rib cage grew three more sets of ribs, but each individual rib became a bit more narrow and they spaced themselves out a bit more, causing his torso to lose its human definition and look more barreled. He grew a tail that very quickly became huge. By the time it reached the ground at the end of his extremely tall goat legs it had only just started to develop fins on the end, and the scales of his body had only just started to run down its length. It grew along the floor as the scales raced down and the fin on the end became thick and huge- two flipper like fins of translucent material colored the same as the scales. His horns started to twist around forming rings, but did not stop growing. They became ribbed as the horns thickened still more, making the sound of grinding bone as they formed tight spirals on either side of his head that kept spinning as they grew longer and longer, also getting very heavy. His changes finally slowed to a stop and he looked over himself under the cloak that still covered him mostly. The body and tail of a fish, with wing like fins, goat legs and head and giant ram horns. The closest thing he could be approximated to is a Capricorn- but his goat and fish halves were blended much more than they should be. Upstairs Lydia was shocked to see two other humans talking to one another- one man and one woman. The dark skinned woman waved at Lydia as she approached. "Oh hey! Are you with my master, Franklin?" "I... was. He made it to the building but..." "Oh. Well, I guess you are our last hope then." "Wait, who are you exactly? Why haven't you done the projection?" She shrugged. "I can't shape magic- I am a cat. Franklin's cat, to be exact." Lydia's eyes widened with understanding. "OH. That is why you can be here and still be safe. You aren't actually human, you are a cat disguised as one- so the magic has no effect on you at all." "Yup. Names Lala. And uh, this doof is Benson. He is human but he is just a janitor. Been too scared to leave this floor so have been doing food runs for him to keep him alive." Benson nodded sadly. "Don't know a lick about magic so afraid I am of no help..." Lydia quickly spread out the papers she was given and opened the book to the first of many markers left in it. A lot of these spells were advanced stuff, so she had to double check every rune to make sure she wasn't misreading it. Unfortunately, that slowed her down considerably. After about a half hour Benson bent over a bit, placing a hand on either pant let. "Oh, well... that is embarrassing. I don't know why... uh... oh. OHnn~" A bulge quickly grew in his pants too big to conceal. Oh great, another person transforming in the same room as Lydia. She shuffled her way to the far side of the table and doubled down on her concentration, trying to zone him out while Lala watched him, embarrassed but too curious to look away. Benson started to grow a huge tail which pulled his pants down in the back. His dick quickly grew past his pants and pulled them down in the front, forcing them to just fall down entirely. His entire body started to get bigger, and his neck especially became absurdly thick! His dick was tapered, but already almost the same size he was! Lala had no idea what was happening to him but Lydia recognized the phallus. It wasn't a dick, its a dork. The strength left Benson's legs and he slammed heavily into the floor as he continued to grow rapidly all over- continuing to change into a Blue Whale. Even if Lydia did not transform as a result of being near him- if she did not use the spell quickly Benson will flatten the entire building under his body. His neck bloated up so huge you could no longer tell it was there- his head just transitioned directly into his expanding torso! His teeth started to crack and split, then split again, then split again. They became progressively smaller splinters as his gums tightened on their base to pull all the slivers into an even row and then semi fused back together- transforming from teeth into baleen. The floor boards started to creak and splinter as Lydia tried the spell, hoping it worked. She was the last chance their world had. If she failed, the world was basically over. The inverted pets and anthro would have to rebuild the world from the ruins. It seemed like several long moments to Lydia after activating the spell, but in reality it was a fraction of a fraction of a second. She had infused her mind with whatever mana could be scrounged from the surrounding area- and the human mind was already capable of functioning at speeds far greater than the body can move at. That is why time in dreams seems so distorted- the mind can play out an entire week worth of events in a few minutes. Her spirit and perception was projected elsewhere- going far beyond her body for a time, following the faint traces of the unknown magic through the void of space. Far beyond their solar system where their physical bodies could never reach. She stopped suddenly in the void, looking around frantically for any clues. This was not a good sign- she did not even stop on a planet, she was just out in space! It wasn't even close to a planet! It took Lydia longer to spot it, than it did to spot Lydia. It was so monumentally colossal that Lydia had overlooked its form as just part of the scenery. The God Astrelle plucked entire planets out of the sky and pulled bits off of them and flicked them out into space- enchanted with a fragment of her own power. Her torso was intangible to Lydia. When Astrelle moved, Lydia could see the borders of the body, but not the body itself. The God of Wishes had six arms that were concentrated enough that even Lydia could see those- fading into view shortly beyond the body they connected to. two on either side and a third that was both slightly between and behind the others. Her skin was a blue that was almost black, blending into the void easily. Her veins pulsed with a light so brilliant that they looked like hairline cracks in the skin, shining out energy from within. Her hair looked like a rainbow of vibrantly colored gasses suspended in the vacuum, and her head was featureless. Instead of a face, there was three masks arranged hovering in front of her. One angry, one sad, and one happy. Her legs were fully crossed below her, though she sat on nothing, and a long tail arched up under her and crossed her crossed legs. Astrelle spoke through thoughts- since she did not know any human language, and sound has nothing to carry through in space regardless. A visitor! How curious. What is it that you wish? You are the one who sends out the shooting stars that grant wishes?! Oh! So they have found populated worlds after all. That is good to know. W-we need you to undo a wish! Its causing chaos and destroying our world as we knew it! People are dying because they are trapped by their own body parts, or turned into feral animals and eating one another! Astrelle slowly lolled her head to her left, causing the sad mask to perfectly align with her head. I wish people would be happy. I am unable to grant my own wishes. Well two shooting stars passed our world, the first one was cool, its the second one that... kinda destroyed the world. We just need you to undo the last one. Astrelle quickly flipped her head over to her right, aligning with the angry mask. That is not within my power to do! W-why not?! She drew her head back a bit so that it was not behind any of the masks. I am the God of wishes. My power is to grant the wishes of others. This means someone must wish something of me for me to make it so. I am exempt from my own powers. Lydia was about to speak up again but Astrelle continued. You can also not wish for a wish to be undone. Or more accurately, you should not. Should you wish for such a thing my power will cause reality to splinter, so that both wishes can exist- but in separate dimensions since they conflict with one another. Rather than save your world, you will create a new world that did not require saving- leaving your old world to remain doomed. Lydia's brow hardened in thought on how to fix this situation. She supposed she could think of an elaborate wish that caused her world to function still in spite of the chaos. Complicated wishes leave room for errors though, and she cannot remain projected here for long enough to be aware of any dire consequences an ill worded wish brings. Then she remembered the others talking about the person who made the wish. He supposedly made a video apologizing to the world that went viral just before everything fell apart. He seen the chaos his wish was bringing first hand, and regretted it. I wish you could hear the desires of the man who made that ill fated wish! Astrelle bowed forward placing her head in the happy mask. Then so shall it be. There was a long pause and Astrelle's head slowly sunk back behind the sad mask, before raising quickly to the happy one again. His wish has been remade. What did he change his wish to? That he has the power to cause those transformations himself- and only if the subject truly desires it. Because he has remade his original wish, the effects of his first one are revoked. Lydia sighed in relief and was about to thank the God but hesitated. And what about the things that happened as a side effect? The death and destruction? That remains, I am afraid. It is too far removed from his original wish, and too dissimilar in effect to either wishes primary effects to be included in them. Then I wish the death and destruction caused would be undone. You should have no problem granting an additional wish... unless there is a limit per person. There is not. It has been done. Lydia thanked Astrelle as much as she could before the spell ran out of power and returned her to her body. To her surprise she was at work, not the guild hall. It undid everything, the world was saved! Everyone remembered what happened still though- she undid the death and destruction but failed to mention the memories. This meant she had another heated discussion with Mei, before declaring she quit. The guild remembered that Lydia saved the world, and immediately celebrated her victory, giving her an automatic seat in the guild. Franklin himself tutored her now, so she did not have to worry about working in the jewelry shop to make enough money to finish her classes- she was trained by a wizard personally to become a sorceress herself. Patrick was glad to finally return to his house and his old, normal life, though he could never forget seeing the things his neighbors became. He wondered how Melissa had done after he let her go- but did not have to wonder long. He did not know where to find her, but she knew where to find him. Once again human, Melissa returned to Patrick's place to... properly thank him for letting her crash at his place. The twins were reunited and returned home as well. Thanks to his brief psychic link, Jasper felt he knew his sister better than before. Her transformation left such an impact on her, Crystal actually had a piggyderm tattooed on her arm. The guild master patted Lydia on her back after giving her the official sorceress' robes from the guild hall. "So, how does it feel to be the only human in the world to remain unchanged?" She laughed. "Well I am sure glad it all worked out in the end. And it was wild... seeing an actual God out there in the cosmos..." She chuckled a bit. "I am a little disappointed I never got to experience what everyone else did. Sort of feel left out or... maybe survivor's guilt? Makes me wonder what I would have turned into, y'know?" "Hah yea, if only you had the power to experience such things without creating chaos." "Pff, I wish." Granted.
(Multiple people fusion/merge; human/goat/cow/dog/horse/bull/birds/fish/plants...) Chapter 1; A Barnload Of Trouble Hana woke up abruptly, forgetting immediately the dream she had been having. She let out a soft groan and then was hit in the face by Fleur beside her. Fleur meant to hit the alarm clock but forgot what side of the bed she was sleeping on. Hana shut it off for her with a sigh. The two of them have been lovers for ages, and friends for as long as either of their memories extended. Hana was a petite woman with an unfortunate figure of someone much younger than herself, making it hard to command any sort of respect or attention- though her hair at least was very impressive. Long straight blond hair all the way down far enough to tickle the backs of her upper legs! Her skin tone was a pale peach and her eyes olive green. The mattress started to lean over as Fleur lifted herself slowly onto all fours on the bed beside her. Fleur had pale mocca skin and powder brown hair. Her hair was only as long as her chin but it was wildly wavy if she let it grow out, so when it is short like this it looks completely wild and licks every which way. Her eyes are deep ocean blue, and unlike Hana her height is average and her bust far above average. With a deep chuckle she got on top of Hana to prevent her from getting out of bed. Her massive, heavy G cup breasts rocking like pendulums just over Hana's own C cups- their nipples brushing together lightly with each passing swing. Hana sighed, glancing to where Fleur positioned her arms and legs to look for an opening to slip out. "The university was having some sort of emergency late last night, shouldn't you contact them? Aren't you worried?" Fleur's voice was grumbly from just waking up. "Not before my morning Hana~" "Nnn, no. Come on Fleur. You always do this, uuugh. You never behave! You say you will be quiet and then you never are!" Hana tried to squirm up out of her reach but her head bopped the headboard of the bed. It did not help that her massive mane of hair was fanned all over the bed, tangled around pretty much everything. Fleur licked her lips like a hungry predator and pressed her huge tits into Hana's small bust making them both moan. The squishy fat orbs pressed outward, the skin pulling tight as they compressed and encompassed both chests, sandwiched between the two women. Hana's mouth opened to moan again as she felt a tingling pressure in her own bust, but before any sound escaped, Fleur silenced her with a kiss! Hana's breasts were spreading further, the weight was pressing in further, as if Hana's breasts had a hole through the middle suddenly. It only felt like that because of the weight distribution. Fleur look the weight off for a moment to shuffle herself up more and align their two bodies. When she did, she revealed that there was only one pair of breasts. Both sets fused together, creating two bubbles of fat attached to both chests! Hana still made a muffled moan even as Fleur's lips remained locked to hers, and kissed her impossibly deep as their lips became one, and Fleur's head started to sink into Hana. Hana squirmed as her nervous system was overloaded. She tried to resist any influence the invading body made on her, but not too far in she had to stop, because it became wasted effort. Once too much Fleur was inside, trying to resist had zero effect. She was trying to resist Fleur with her own body, but when Fleur's system became tangled, she was also unintentionally making Fleur's body resist her own- the two negating each others efforts. Hana's body felt the gentle internal pressure all over as it started to grow larger and the bed sunk lower as their two body weights started to compress into the area of only one. Hana's boobs became visible on Fleur's back as her torso sunk down and vanished into Hana. It was like watching two sticks of wax being melted into one another. Hana made one last, weak effort to physically grab her and shove her out, but as soon as her hands left the bed, Fleur's own hands locked fingers with them and pinned them back down- and promptly started to fuse together. Their nervous systems were tangled so Fleur knew exactly what she was thinking and trying to do at any given time, making it impossible to sneak anything past her. The last bit of Fleur on the surface did not sink in, it changed shape and color to simply become Hana's front. Hana now looked exactly like she had before, except she was at least three feet taller! She was a jumbo Hana. This was far from the first time they have done this- in fact, they appear more as a single woman than they do two separate women. For this reason, they had two sets of clothing- one was Hana's which Fleur simply mooched off of when she was divided, and the other is for their combo form, made of very loose, stretchy fabric for an ever-shifting form. Hana heard nothing from Fleur, but was very cautious and hesitant to do anything. She knew Fleur was a tease. Pretend to give Hana control, wait for her to take the bait and then rip the tablecloth out from under her. Hana started the long process of combing her extremely long hair- 100 passes with the brush, no more, no less. As she brushed it, she noted that it bounced back more and more. It was becoming wavy- traits from Fleur already bleeding through. Hana felt dizzy a moment, having half-thoughts of what if they did something, and then what they could wear if they had different figures, and wondering which she wanted. Those were not her thoughts, Fleur was done being quiet. Their eyes quickly turned from Hana's olive green to bright cyan as the two eye colors blended together. Fleur hummed in thought, looking in the mirror as she made the last few strokes through their hair. "I think we can go small and just super busty today." Hana groaned. "Neither of us have the back muscles to take that much." "Low G spell can fix that. Low mana consumption and we are going to be moving around a lot today probably, right? We can just take ambient mana as we move around." She cupped her hands to their breasts and their entire body started to very slowly shrink back down a bit. Their breasts firmed up and they winced a bit as the skin was pulled uncomfortably tight as the breasts swelled rapidly with the displaced mass. That was not Hana's biomass however, so as they grew freckles started to appear across their surface and up to her collar bone! The freckles were Fleur's skin tone. As the breasts swelled larger and larger the freckles started to expand and spread down over the sides and into the cleavage becoming spots. Their breasts surpassed even Fleur's own rack and the spots spread larger forming splotches, but as they grew the edges started to blur, fading between the two skin tones better, till eventually the entire breasts were Fleur's skin tone and faded gradually into Hana's just before the torso. Once they were absolutely titanic in size, Fleur reached between their legs, cupped a hand over their pussy and pulled up. They grunted together and cried out sharply when their hip bone popped loudly and expanded outward. Fleur smiled as she slipped her hand back out between their thighs. "Mind the gap~" They got up and were about to get dressed but their movements stuttered a bit as Hana tried to take back the body. "Come on Fleur! It hadn't even been a minute and y- don't struggle so much! We decided, no! YOU decided to take us for a walk! You told me I should check in with the university, ya? Yea... well, then I need the body first, duh." Fleur got dressed in an extremely stretched sweater. It covered only three fourths of their breasts- exposing the bottom and their entire stomach. If either of the girls wore that sweater while apart it would be big enough to cover their crotch. She hustled toward the Arcane University and had to shove her way through crowds of people. It seems classes had been canceled for the day and news teams were gathering along with confused and disgruntled students wondering what the heck was going on. The university had shifted to a minor state of emergency when it responded to the reported misuse of magical artifacts out in the countryside at the city limits... something that had become a rather persistent problem in recent history. Fleur shoved her way past everyone locked out of the university and in through the locked gates. In the titanic main foyer she was met by the headmaster. He took a quick bow, a bit out of breath from running down to meet her, but was ripped off his feet before he could even raise his head back up! Fleur divided her right arm from Hana's momentarily and it grew long and bony, and her fingers long and tipped with claws as she lifted the headmaster off the ground by his throat. "You have 360 seconds to convince me the university should continue to be funded. Because right now I am thinking it would be more valuable as kindling than a school." Fleur is one of only four people to hold the title of Magnus- supreme masters of arcane arts and overlords of all things magical within the country. The Arcane University had been doing well enough of a standard school, but it was also supposed to monitor usage of magic in the city and keep things under control and safe- and in that regard has been failing utterly. The headmaster quickly explained the situation going on currently, and once she put him down, he scurried to show her. Late last night they had gone to investigate a strange monster out in the surrounding ranches, that was absorbing cows! The headmaster let Fleur see the creature- it was detained at the University currently because without understanding the magic that created it they had no way of undoing it. What had once been the rancher Franklin and his wife Samantha was now a gigantic monster of a thing! While working the fields they discovered ancient magical artifacts no one recognized. Samantha was more magically inclined so she attempted to use them to figure out how they worked and in the process managed to turn herself into a MALE dog! Her mind regressed to that of a dog as well however, and in her narrowing intellect she broke one of the artifacts, further creating chaos as the energy that formerly lived in the artifact was now in her- er... HIS body, and no longer properly shaped. Sam tried to mount his husband Frank and they ended up merging together, then on their way to try and get help they managed to merge with a pig, and then in trying to ride their horse back to the city they also merged with the horse. And then a bull... who then drove them to mount at least three cows before the University arrived to detain it. Every living thing they make contact with became fused to them, further tangling their bodies and minds. The only thing that saved any modicum of sanity is that Sam and Frank still had two separate heads that split the remaining consciousnesses. The headmaster had dubbed the monster Samanklin. It's lower head was that of a bull, but its nose was upturned and nostrils huge like a pig. It had two sets of horns as did the head above this as a result of absorbing multiple bovine. The head above had a neck that was a bit longer and a bit less thick- the throat of an equine, but ended in a head that was mostly canine, though with very large nostrils and leaf shaped ears. Sam still had hair in the form of a horse mane, but Frank's bovine-porcine head lacked anything other than the ultra fine pelt of a bull. Their shoulder and upper back muscles were so ridiculously huge that it gave their form a gargantuan hump. The front limbs that used to be his arms was split into three- two stood on the ground but the front-most pair of bovine legs were curled up against his chest since there was no need for that many arms. The chest lead into a body, which lead right back into a pair of shoulders as the start of the equine body right behind. But on the underside of the bovine torso leading to it, almost down the entire length was a mutated set of udders, taken from at least three cows together! It looked like a cow udder on its chest, but rather than have four segments like a normal udder, this one had eight! The first four was sized normally, but the additional four was from at least two other cows, so the fifth and sixth hill were almost twice the size of those, and then the seventh and eight twice the size of those! Luckily, the bottom two segments were still above the equine legs or they would prevent them from moving because of how massively bloated and round they are, sticking out from its sides by some distance. The horse body looked almost normal, but then the fur became longer and shaggier as it had horse-sized canine legs in the back and a long wild tail. Its phallus was surely an insane amalgam of parts, but luckily was sleeping for the moment, in a gigantic nest of fat, soft skin folds that is its sheath. The testicles rest gently on the ground between its legs in a long scrotum- each ball the size of a smaller beach ball, and probably weighed twenty pounds each. Most of what the additional cows gave Samanklin was just overall size. The creature was very long since it had two entire torsos, and while it could not stand up, the hump of its almost disgustingly muscular back was at least twelve feet in the air. That meant that even in their larger form, Fleur and Hana were only as tall as this thing's chest. Its heads alone were the size of their torso! It was docile now, but if it got horny again, it might actually be strong enough to shatter the iron bonds and rampage its way right back out of the school! The headmaster explained the artifacts briefly to Fleur and told her where the ranch was. The university was busy trying to keep the press out and Samanklin detained- so he was relying on the Magnus to figure out what magic did this in the first place so the headmaster can safely undo the spell and right the situation. Fleur sighed and returned control of their body to Hana. She returned their breasts to her own size- so her skin tone returned to only freckles across the top of Hana's breasts. Their eye color remained mixed, and their body shrank down to just slightly taller than Fleur's standard size. She displaced their excess mass as more hair for Hana, so she had to fold it, tie it, and then fold it again to keep it off the ground because of how long it was. This would be the best form for ease of movement. Fleur had complete control of their form if she needed, but for now regressed to a sort of safe-zone inside of Hana's consciousness as a back-seat driver. They needed to get out to that ranch right away and figure out what was able to create Samanklin. Chapter 2; Curses! Hana looked around cautiously at the ranch, stepping over the rope the university put up to keep people away. There was several warning signs all over to make sure no one came poking around looking for Franklin and his wife. Fleur directed Hana as a voice in the back of her mind- trying to steal physical control from her in a delicate situation could cause accidents, so she was begrudgingly behaving herself for once. They found the artifacts in question. They were small very simple figures on hematite bases- strongly resembling chess pieces. A human figure of either gender, a dog of either, a bull, a mare, a base that no longer had a figure on it, and a shattered ring- the artifact Samantha unintentionally broke. This immediately told Fleur at a glance that they had either not dug up all the artifacts, or the set was destroyed before they even found it. If there is human and dog figures for both genders, then there should be at least one more bovine and equine figures. The bare base was likely another figure that was broken- which means there is also a missing counterpart for that one. The bottom of all the bases had Korean writing on it- which is why no one here recognized the type of magic; not only is it very out dated, its not even from this country. "Sorry Hana, I have to check records, I am going to need to Astral Project myself somewhere else for a bit- hold tight. Try not to touch anything." "Wait, but that mean-s-ah!" Suddenly her body felt three times as heavy! Fleur's consciousness evacuating meant the biomass associated to her body was now dead weight. Hana was essentially carrying the unconscious body of another, larger woman inside of her own body. Well, that would make not touching anything easier- all she wanted to do was sit on the couch. Her body was too heavy to move around. It only took about a half hour before her body returned to normal weight and the voice of Fleur returned to her thoughts. Fleur explained the set had been created by Korean immigrants who became magi here- which means the set is sort of a blend of the magical methods of two different countries. The set was created to allow a rancher to become an animal, to either better understand them by living with them, or to be with them forever as a mate. The ring Samantha broke was supposed to be what activates the pieces, but... well, she broke it. Putting it on lets the pieces change you to the associated animal, taking it off will return you to a human form. She broke it so there is now no clear starting or end point. She is neither properly wearing it, nor can she take it off. Fleur explained that it would actually be incredibly easy to undo its magic. Not only is the magic very simple in the first place, but there should be two more rings in storage at the Arcane University. At least one other ring was used by the Korean couple who forged it, to create a creature they named Usuhan- who was essentially a mystical looking dog the size of a horse who acted as a mount and helped plow the fields. Here was the thing though... the ring didn't make Samanklin. The ring turned Samantha into a male dog- its incapable of fusing two living beings together. Fleur walked them out to the field and to a pit where the artifacts had been dug up. The spectral blue image of her left arm divided from Hana without dividing her physical mass and motioned to the ground and a moment later loose soil erupted out, and several more artifacts now hovering in the air. In the middle of ancient broken figures was black leather reins with an inscribed golden bit. "They called it Hondon Goppi. Chaos Reins. Turning into an animal using their method maintained personality and intellect but still degraded the physical brain to that of the animal- which is incapable of processing all of that information properly. So they made these reins that could be put on the animal that would restore full cognitive ability to it temporarily, so they could ask the person if they want to still be that animal, or if they simply did not take the ring off because they forgot how it worked. The problem is, after using it on two different transformed people, it had partially absorbed part of the other spell, causing the two completely different magics to blend together. The reins restored human thought to the animal form, but once it blended together into a new chaotic magic- the reins now marry the two forms together." "B-but they never dug up the reins in the first place? You just dug it up now, so how did it all of a sudden affect Franklin and Samantha?" "The other artifacts were over top of it- they dug far enough down that the ambient effects took hold." "Wait! Ambient? So we are affected right now?" "We were affected the moment we stepped onto their property- but we were already fused to begin with. And we have not touched any other creatures. Unfortunately... we need to bring this to the Arcane University. We will have to be extremely careful. If so much as a fly lands on us on the way there- we fuse. And until we examine the Chaos Reins further, I can't undo its effects. Its magic wasn't engineered by anyone, it was created by freak accident by mixing unstable- inefficient magic together... so its arcane makeup won't match anything on record. That is why it got buried in the first place- they were getting rid of a dangerous artifact." The small figures were irrelevant- they could undo their effects without needing the actual artifacts, but the reins needed to be diagnosed fully at the university... so they had to walk all the way back to the city and the university from the countryside, while being able to fuse with anything that touches them. Fleur was a bit frustrated- finally being out on city limits made her want to check on other locations around here the university was failing to get under control as well, but that would be a stupid idea with the reins in their possession. One rancher vanished entirely a while back, there is a milk farm that is able to produce more milk than should be possible with the size of their herd, there have been ghost sightings on another ranch, and even a ranch now occupied by over endowed dogs- the owners of whom are charged with hoarding magical artifacts. All of this within a mile of one another, and the university has known about it for a while now and failed to fully investigate or get any of it under control. Hana walked past a woman walking a small army of dogs and Fleur narrowed her eyes at them. She could tell by the size of their balls and sheaths- those were not normal dogs. That was one of the workers at the ranch that is hoarding artifacts. They argued the artifacts were dug up on their property, so they owned them. But it was more of a public security issue- the university cannot allow you to have unknown magic in your possession you could potentially use to harm people or yourself with. As soon as the dogs seen Hana walking past though, one of them jumped backwards as if in fear, but then thrashed its head back and forth! The husky dog pulled its head out of the leash and charged at Hana! The woman walking the dogs quickly reached into her pockets and pulled out an ancient enchanted dog whistle! Fleur made a split-second call and astral projected herself to the middle of the road between them- Hana was walking toward the city and the woman walking away on opposite sides. Fleur motioned to the woman and her arm became frozen in space, stopping her from using the artifact. Unfortunately this meant Hana could barely stand up because of the dead weight, and was unable to get out of the way as the over-endowed husky jumped up onto her! Its paws immediately sunk into her and she fell back onto her butt. Hana tried to shove the dog off but her hands went through its shoulders like it was made of soft putty! Not just the skin- its fur as well smushed around like it was made of thick goop! Fleur clicked her tongue, looking from Hana back to the woman. "Shit... you have got a lot of explaining to do." "M-magnus?!" The woman felt a crushing pressure on her wrist and forced her to drop the whistle, which then flew through the air into Fleur's ethereal hand. "We will come back for the other artifacts, rest assured. The university has been tip-toeing around the issue for some reason, but I most certainly will not." The woman scurried away with the remaining dogs to tell the others at the ranch that the Magnus herself was now in the area. Fleur went over to Hana to try and sooth her, but did not re-enter her body to avoid the chaos. Where she had gotten dog on her hands from trying to push it off, she now looked at them to see she already had pads! Her fingers were more squat but still mostly human, except her nails were now black and long and a bit too thick to be normal- and the tip and base of all her digits had a thick pad of grey flesh like a paw. She grew out a tail as the dog vanished into her, but its mass was still equalizing. She tried to get up off the ground thinking getting onto her feet would be better- her thoughts jumped horribly though as the invading mind joined hers, and was even more panicked than she was. She stumbled and fell onto her hands and knees though as her feet started to extend. The soles of her feet stretched longer and longer, leaving her big toe behind. The rest of her toes grew in size a bit but remained just as long- making them quite fat looking as the nails turned to blunt black claws. Like Hana's hands, the feet developed pads, but the front of the foot still had a human structure- they were still not fully paws. Hana blushed bright red and cried out as she started to thrust her hips uncontrollably. Under her pants and panties her clit was throbbing aggressively as the male aspect entered her. The clit started to swell huge, pushing against the panties before deforming and bending upward. It developed into a four inch long, wide cone shape! The thick base was supposed to be the canine knot, but it was unable to properly develop because of the interfering female genes. Her urethra did not re-route either, so while it looked like an odd penis, it did not actually function as one, it was still a clit. It was still two women versus one male. Her tail curled a moment from internal pressure and then exploded into a forest of bushy husky fur! Hana's ears were pointed too, and all her teeth were sharper, but other than that, that seemed to be the end of its influence. She was technically two humans in one, so the dog was outnumbered. "Ah... who are I? I mean... no. We is... Hana? Aaah, too tight..." She had to yank her pants down low enough to pop her clit out into the open, because any tiny movement she made ground it against the fabric of her panties. Fleur cancled her projection to reenter the shared body and try to make sense of the situation. Okay, both of you stop thinking or it will be chaos. Listen to me, just think about what I am saying for now. What is the name of the dog that just entered us? "We are... I mean, was... she?" Modifiers don't matter, just give a name. "June." Fleur paused at that. That isn't a dog name. And suddenly I know why the university hasn't been giving progress reports on the situation. Your both human, aren't you? The ranchers turned you into a dog. "Yes. June trapped, human woman, from university. He... she? Sent to spy on ranchers, get artifacts." That is why he broke free and made a run for Hana- June recognized that she was from the university and was trying to get help- not realizing that making contact with her would merge them together. And the university says nothing because having their own agents go missing to outside magic would just underline their incompetence. I bet most, if not all of the dogs that woman was walking were actually supposed to be human. Oh boy, can't wait to arrest her. "Turn we back! Err... can't us be apart yet because of the reins, but... you know what we mean." Actually, I don't think I can negate the dog or hyper spells either. Well, I could for one of you, but not both. You see, to cancel the spell would be to discharge the mana forming it... but, you are three bodies smooshed together. The mana has no where to go, if I reject it from one body it will just enter another one. Luckily, this was not as bad as fusing with an actual dog. June still had the mind of a human woman, only her body is a male dog. It was still quite confusing for them though- their minds fully mixed so June and Hana could not identify themselves. It was one mind with the memory of two different minds- it thought of itself as both people at the same time. Trying to remember back did nothing but create confusion as well, because she remembered being in two different places at the same time, in two separate bodies. Both sets of memory existed in one mind. Fleur however had been isolated within Hana in the first place- being a master of fusion magic as well, she was able to keep her mind fully separated, so even now that her physical body is jumbled up with the rest- her mind remains an oasis. For this reason Fleur took control of the body now, and put the other two in the background. She now had the whistle and the reins. Fleur was able to extract information from June's mind that the whistle causes pleasure and orgasm in canines- but some people are able to hear it as well. Exposure to its effects on humans that hear it will result in them turning into dogs. Fleur smirked, momentarily tempted to blow the whistle to experience how intense the forced orgasm would be, but decided against it. They needed to get the reins to the university before anything else went wrong. The first step they took almost tripped them. The front of their shoe fit tighter than before, the back basically did not fit at all. Having grown halfway to a proper canon bone, the sole of their feet was so long now that the shoe only covered the last third at best, and it was too narrow for the shoe to actually touch. Because the front still fit they could technically try to continue wearing them and just not lift their foot fully, but it seemed better to just ditch the shoes. Once the shoe was off she sighed and took the socks off as well- the claws on her feet transformed further than on her hands and lanced the fabric of the socks already. She bobbed back and forth on the ends of her feet, glad the pads fully formed to protect the more thin flesh. Their pants and panties were sort of barely hanging on as well. The tail pulled them down in the back and the clit stuck out over the front, so they could not properly pull their pants up. Having their ankle so far off the ground actually put a bit more spring in their step and made them naturally take longer strides, which allowed them to make good time. Having Fleur as the sole pilot made it easier for the other two to keep their thoughts suppressed. It was like shutting your brain off to watch a truly mindless show- they did not even need to think about moving around, they simply watched their body move on its own. Fleur hesitated a bit when they passed another ranch. There was a sign from the university here too, but no tape closing the area off. The owner of the ranch vanished into thin air. The university had not gotten to properly investigate the situation yet, but had been sending people here to tend the animals he left behind. Fleur felt an odd presence. She was more in tune with the arcane than anyone else- she felt a distortion in the flow of mana in the area. Something was saturated in power, causing the mana to flow around them rather than through them. There was a black goat- outside of its pen, standing at the edge of the field and oddly glaring right at them. That was no normal goat. It was guarding the land, watching them to see if they would come. It somehow knew the university had been poking around and was on alert. Fleur normally would have investigated immediately, but with the reins with them they could not. The risk was too high- plus, what would she be able to get done without physically touching the goat? Fleur was about to continue walking, but unfortunately she had been so busy watching the black goat that guarded the land she failed to see the white goat guarding the black one! Seeing them locking eyes, the white female goat became jealous and charged Fleur! Fleur spotted it charging them past the open front gates and went to jump back, but then heard a cow lowing behind her and froze. The field behind them was full of cattle, if she backed up too far they would come under the effects of the reins! Her hesitation was enough for the charging goat to ram into her legs! Rather than properly collide, their bodies merged and smeared together- the nerves tangling so abruptly caused Fleur to fall forward. The goat's head hit their crotch and vanished inside- seething through the fabric like a thin liquid. The shoulders hit their stomach as the two bodies were now being actively drawn into one another, and the sensation caused her to fall further forward onto her hands, causing her tits to swallow the goat's rump, and then collapse back in on the udder. The udder and breasts joined together extremely easily since they were almost exactly the same in function, so the divot of the udder simply deepened to equalize with the existing cleavage and either segment pulled into the inner sides of Fleur's boobs. Her nipples started to darken and grow! Thick milk veins started to appear in the looser flesh transitioning between boob and torso. Her areola widened quite a bit and started to inflate into soft hills of their own off the front of the breasts as the nipples continued to grow. By the time the areola and nipple turned pitch black, the expansion of the two equalized and turned them into large matte black cones sticking off the front of the breasts! Fleur forced the magic dog whistle into their palm as they fell- using the shifting body mass to force-absorb the artifact as a safety measure. It was not biological so it would never properly merge with them under the power of the reins, but Fleur could still use her own magic to merge with it. She could not afford to drop such a precious artifact on the side of the road, and with the goat being mixed into them, she could not guarantee they would keep their hands at this point to be able to hold onto anything. They fell forward as their mind was invaded by a fourth subject. At first she screamed at them to get away from her mate, but then realized her target was gone- still oblivious to the fact she had become one with them. The others were thinking about how they wished this invader would get inside of them already. Fleur- still entirely divided mentally- immediately knew something was wrong with that. They wanted to be divided, but thought they wanted to be together. How was their thought and will not aligned? None of the three consciousnesses wanted to be fused, yet they were all thinking about fusing. Which was also odd due to the fact that they already fused- they were thinking about doing something they already did. Their feet started to transform worse. The sole grew even longer and finished fully fusing into a canon bone, and the claws all started to grow much wider. The regressed big toe that was now a dew claw was almost entirely encapsulated by the claw on the end, turning into a large triangle of keratin. Of the four remaining toes, the inner two grew large triangular claws, and the outer two grew even larger- turning into small hoof segments! Because the goat was arguing its genetics with three other creatures that had toes, the sort-of-paw foot was unable to lose its existing digits, so the claws overgrew into tiny segments of hoof instead. The fur on the tail started to turn silver at the base as more white fur from the goat bled into the black from the husky, and then the fur advanced up their back in a narrow stripe before tapering off again. Her hands started to extend as if trying to devolve into hooves but only grew by about an inch- so they were still hands, just, kinda deformed. Her thumb and pinky were unaffected entirely, remaining exactly where they already were. Her breasts tightened and held unusually firm for their size, jiggling with even the slightest movement. The gigantic teats were so huge they alone yanked the shirt higher up and tighter, creating tight folds of fabric yanked between the two, and bending slightly toward one another from tension. They winced as two bone nubs emerged on their forehead, but did not grow very far out. They were basically like really wide, rounded cones. Her pubic hair was now a bushy triangle of white goat fur. Their pupils stretched into horizontal oval. "We-eeeh ha-a-a-ave big titties! Ba-a-aphomet love big boobs! We should... want please him. No! We mean... fuck him, n-na-a-a-a-ah! Not wha-a-a-t we mean! We... want... mount? Ma-a-ate? Fuck, rutt! Hump, ARGH!" Their eyes narrowed for a moment. "Fleur, mirror." Fleur was surprised, and then immediately glared at the black goat still watching them and severed its ties, and suddenly the third voice in the head completely changed! The white goat is the former owner of the ranch! He was cursed and transformed by the black goat. The curse inverted all his thoughts to be in favor of serving the black goat. If he wanted to have sex with it, it did nothing. If he wanted to run away, it would invert his desire and make him want to be closer- with the same intensity that he wanted to run away. When the man was fused to the rest of them, the curse affected all of them but was not strong enough to properly manage three different minds, allowing Hana enough free thought to tip Fleur off as to what was going on. Now that the influence of the dark goat was broken, he stopped watching them and vanished deeper into the ranch. From their fused confusion, Fleur was able to deduce the female goat was supposed to be a man named David. So now their body contained a male who was supposed to be a female, and a female who was supposed to be a male. A goat and dog who were both meant to be humans, fused with two women who are still human. They teetered now as they attempted to stand up. They were even taller, and their bust even larger, making them hunch forward from the weight. But their balance was so far forward on their feet that it made staying upright extremely difficult. Fleur once again stole control of the body, but moving was difficult even with her clear head- they were very tall and far too top heavy. They occasionally felt the milk veins give a slight throb- because some trailed into their arm pits so they could feel the vein tighten against the underside of their arm. The flesh immediately under the arm is still technically breast flesh after all. David was not able to shut his thoughts off as easily as the others, so he kept thinking of many questions. How long he had spent trapped as a dog, how long a goat had been inside of him, when he first started dating Fleur. His thoughts had been suppressed till he had been fused, so now that his thoughts were free, he was mixed with the others and could not figure out which set of memories was his, or who he was among these other minds. He did not know their past nor his own, adding yet another layer to the confusion. Fleur just grunt in irritation at his questions and continued onward toward the university. Just to make sure they were not forced to drop it by any further accidents, she tossed the reins around their neck and just let them hang there. Chapter 3; Hyper Aroused Another problem started to arise in the form of arousal as they slowly pressed onward. There was nothing around to be aroused by- except there was a person who was male in body and another male in mind in an otherwise female form. Which meant half of their minds were attracted to their own body- and since Fleur was not part of the compound mind, technically more than half. Out of curiosity she ended up touching her own breasts, but it was pleasurable, and in their very taught state currently- quite fun to play with. This pleasure was felt by all of the minds and so even Hana's mind started to cloud with arousal where she had been a point of reason before. Now she found herself fidgiting, adjusting her top, or her pants and accidentally rubbing it on the underside of the big clit. Fleur tried to force them to be still but it was three against one at this point. She had the most powerful magic but without control of a body to cast it, it did not help her. For the most part the mental haze of arousal only slowed them down, but as they passed by two more ranches the animal aspect of their personality almost pulled control away. Smelling another animals sent them into instinct mode and caused them to fall onto all fours a moment and almost bolt into the field to find something to mount! The suddenness of the shift alerted the human aspects of the mind however and cause them confusion enough to give them hesitation. In the pause, they thought about their actions and returned to two feet to keep on their objective thankfully. Letting the beast mount something would get rid of the arousal probably, but unfortunately thanks to the reins it would also add yet another mind to the mix. They already had a close encounter dodging a vampire dragon- a dragonfly had been hunting mosquitoes around them but instead of eating them it kept merging with them because it was inside of the range of the reins! So now it had a very large extremely long body lined with way too many wings down its back, and its face was just a cluster of needles. Luckily, it also created a rather loud buzzing as it flew around so it was not too hard to avoid. Fleur stopped their own body on the side of the road as a roadblock came into view. The ground started to slope down toward the city, indicating that they were getting closer to their goal... but, they can't go through a roadblock. Sure, they would get out of the way if Fleur told them, except by being that close to them, everyone at the roadblock would be within range of the reins. Why was there a roadblock in the first place though? There appeared to be a ton of people and cars backed up on the road. So many people were shouting at once that she could not make out what anyone was trying to say. Then she seen black smoke rising in the background from the city! Oh no... that must be Samanklin! It must have broken out of the university! It is very hard to contain because you cannot touch it without joining it. That means the vehicles and people at the road block were trying to evacuate the city, but the university blocked the road off knowing if they got too close to Franklin's ranch as they are evacuating they could end up turning into another monster! That means the road back into the city cannot be used by Fleur and her amalgam, because it was packed with traffic now! It also meant they needed to get back faster than ever, because without her, Fleur doubted the university could detain Samanklin again. Fleur groaned as she cut around the roadblock, noting that the ground was bare wherever they stepped. Oh well, a little grass DNA never hurt anyone. Plants don't have a conscious mind to interfere with. Every time they stepped down they fused with the grass- since its a living being. Fleur seen a ranch nearby that seemed to be for horses- they were out running in the field so if Fleur stuck near the buildings closest to the road they should be able to avoid the equines. They generally run together, and are going to want to be out and about so they will not go near the pens. On one side a herd of horses, on the other a herd of angry humans. Fleur slid around the outside of the barn buildings, trying not to be spotted by anyone. The body stuttered to a stop though, and the most common thought she heard from the others is 'cum'. There was a thick, musky smell in the air and the canine sense of smell identified it as semen... a LOT of semen. Like, an absurd amount. They were outside of the barn and the smell was escaping between the boards of the walls. Their pussy clenched as their unified minds reeled thinking of what was in there that was producing all this. Some massive kinky horse orgy? But all the horses were out in the fields. Fleur tried to tell them to ignore it and keep going, but she was one voice of three. While David and June were supposed to be human, they were unfortunately contributing two animal minds, which overrode their own thoughts with instinctual reactions to lust. Fleur was like an outside voice so at this point they ignored her entirely- and Hana was a voice of reason but unfortunately mixed with the rest as she was- she was unwillingly horny as well and unable to put up much of an argument. They stumbled onto all fours because their pussy clenching so hard took strength from their legs, and their balance was already precarious. "W-want... need relief, ca-a-an't thought... just a peek. Yes, just a look whaa-a-at it... smells so... hnnngh, rark!" Luckily they had padded palms so their arms could hold them up without hurting against the ground. Their movement was still very stiff even on all fours for some reason. Fleur go a bit nervous- there was muscle tension building up when there was no reason for it- their body was shifting again! It let out a growling sound and hunched its back as fur started to grow on its upper back and met the top of the stripe that trailed up from its tail. The fur was grey- a balance between black husky fur and white goat. The lil baby horns started to sharpen and extend outward, the surface becoming more coarse as they developed into proper goat horns. Their ears were pointed and gained fur on the backs- but because there was still two humans in there the ears remained where a human ears would be, and lacked the muscle in their base to be able to pivot around so the points stuck straight out from either side. The thumb and pinky devolved into hooved dew claws and the hands stretched further out. The claws on the ring and index grew into tiny hoof segments but the middle finger only turned into a bulky canine claw! It was a strange five segment hoof. The grey fur trailed down the arm but both faded to white and tapered off at the elbow, so the forearm was still naked. The cleft in the upper lip deepened and her lips and the end of her nose turned matte black! Her jaws started to extend but only just so- deepening the crook of her nose between face and forehead, since her actual skull remained the same. She had an odd partial muzzle. On her underside neon pink dots formed and stiffened, compressing newly grown flesh as it formed to become nipples. They darkened to red, and then purple, and finally black to match her existing teats. They lacked breasts or even areola, but were very wide for how short they were. Each of the six new nipples were like half a ping pong ball of black flesh. The clit started to expand again, which did not seem possible but Fleur managed to deduce what must be happening. They only had one male dog in them, but the goat was supposed to be male as well. Though the transformations cannot cover more or less than one person; because they all share one body, which biomass the transformation encompasses can shift around freely- the spell cannot tell who is who either. If the female goat transformation shifted to Hana who was already female, that would cause David's percentage to return male- increasing the gender split to 50/50. Between female interference and the shape of a goat phallus, the clit retained a tapered end, even once the urethra re-routed to its tip. She almost fell on her face as her hips thrust and her legs weakened and their forming cock spat several large gobs of hot pre. They lacked testicles, but had gained a male prostate, so they could still ejaculate. The bulb on the base of the dick grew, stiffened and gained more definition, looking like two distinct domes rather than a single orb of flesh, turning it to a proper canine knot. The top of her labia became larger and plumper, trailing into the clitoral hood which was now huge fat folds of neon pink skin; a sort-of sheath, though completely squashed back by the knot. The beasts were now louder than the humans. The hormone drowned thoughts of the beast now completely drown out Fleur's voice so she had no choice but to just sit in the background of their mind and wait. The main barn door was open so the man inside could watch the horses. He was laying on a huge rig that was meant to milk stallions, but heavily modified. It was a human man, but smelled of horse. His limbs were a bit scrawny for a horse, but shaped exactly like a horses legs. He had the tail and ears of a horse, but his entire body and head were totally human. He had a distant look in his eyes. Between his legs is where the Hana amalgam locked her eyes to. Even Fleur couldn't help but be curious now. What on earth happened here? Between his legs was a scrotum large enough to use as a bean bag chair. His balls were each the size of his entire chest at least, and the scrotum was very dark brown in color- a horse's nuts. A sheath fat enough to fit a portable water cooler inside of let out a horse cock that was many times taller than the man it was attached to! His dick made telephone polls look thin. The flare was so wide you could use the end of his cock as a table. You might be able to fit an entire human hand in his urethra. He was incapable of going soft- he was trapped in a full flare forever because the blood had no where to go. There was a thick layer of cum leading from the end of his dick to the edge of the field, and pretty fresh still. "Mmm, who are... what are you?" He seemed oddly calm about seeing Hana. She did notice his eyes lock with her chest however. She thrust it forward and moved her arms closer together so her breasts could not fall back between them- sitting on her front limbs instead. Thanks to the layer of fur on her back now, the shirt fit even worse. The collar was stretched so far away from her neck the man had no shortage of cleavage to look at, and the monstrously huge teats pulled the fabric so far out that you could fully see the teats if you looked at her from behind- the bottom of the shirt barely covered the ends of the teats, so the entire underside of her boobs were exposed, never mind all the nipples trailing down from that. Hana was panting heavily, looking completely stunned by the gigantic phallus. "Ha...hah... ARK! I-we... is... it... looks so... goooood." The man slowly and clumsily slid out of the harness holding his giant dong for him to better greet the strange guest. He is so perpetually horny he spends most of his time masturbating in the harness to all the sexy mares out on the field who come flirt with him from time to time- sometimes rubbing their muscular horse butts against his flare before getting blasted with a stream of cum strong enough to use as a fire hose. Since he does that so often, he never really has to think or do anything else, causing his mind to regress a bit from lack of use. That is why he was so calm... he is a bit of an idiot. Hana was enraptured with the phallus. She knew what a horse dick looked like but not this close. Or more accurately this big. It was sort of like looking at a regular horse dick through a powerful magnifying glass- she could see details in its form easily from much further away because of how amplified it was. She wanted to feel that spongy hot flesh grind against her... be in her, on her, around her! She wanted to fill her lungs with its scent, drown in its hot heavy fluids! She partially got her wish. The Hana amalgam had been so hypnotized by the extremely amplified pheromones in the air she wasn't even aware she was walking toward it. The man had no idea what to think of her so he did not move at all, though moaned loudly in confused pleasure when his dick bulged obscenely! They touched- which means they fused, but he was so much more cock than anything else, the amalgam was absorbed into his dick before any of their traits reached his actual body! Fleur was quick to pick his brain before it became part of the chaos- his name is Tod. He was helping a friend impregnate mares using the perfect examples of form stone transformations. Problem was he stupidly took a massive overdose of stallion enhancing potions while transformed- so when he tried to transform back he got stuck with some horse parts permanently. Which was actually the only thing keeping him alive- if his heart reverted to a humans it would have exploded from over-pressure. Since the potions modified genes, he could not be reverted fully human. Fleur sighed to herself mentally. They should have brought him to the university. They cannot alter his genes back, but they can force a human transformation on his horse parts. He would still cum horse spunk, so he would be unable to ever have kids- but he could still have a normal human body. Tod groaned along with every bone in his body as his entire form started to expand! His monolithic dick started to shrink down and the excess mass was being shoved into his body along with all the biomass Hana just added! At first this almost gave him a bony appearance- because his skeleton stole mass first. Fleur also seen another problem, and did a little tweak of her own to the process- the influx of mana from the Hana amalgam was causing Tod to turn full horse again! He yelped in brief pain at something rather tender on his insides colliding with their surroundings- he just gained a pair of ovaries. Then the womb formed and pulled open a vagina that traveled downward and met the thinning skin of the front of his taint and opened up into a full vulva just behind his balls. Because of the barrel shape of a horse's torso, a stallions taint is really long, so there was plenty of room to fit a pussy back there without doing a single thing to the dick or balls. His hips popped loudly causing his growing ass to jiggle entirely on its own- at least before the cheeks tightened with massive muscle growth. The horse tail he already had started to get bushier, and the hairs got softer. His feet compressed forward, forcing a tube like shape on them, losing all definition from the shape of the foot itself as the sole stretched out tremendously, and the nails that had been on his toes remained by themselves and grew into a large horse hoof. In a loud high pitched splintering sound though, the hoof broke in half! He had no dew claws like a goat would, but he did not have a single toe like a horse either- he had an odd two-toe foot. The transformation of his torso shape seemed to not progress any further than the hips however. His muscle mass was expanding in the upper body, but remained human in shape. As he groaned and moaned, his voice distorted and quickly started to pick up feminine tones. She looked at her hands to see the fingers get shorter and plumper, forming skin pads on the insides of the hands, but then the hand itself started to compress and lengthen! The thumb quickly regressed as is nail turned into the blunt claw of a canine dew claw. The pinky and index also gained canine claws, but the middle and ring finger were yanked together! The two claws fused to form a large triangular hoof segment on the single central finger- still flanked with two regular claws! It was like a paw and a hoof at the same time. It certainly would not function as a hand, that was for sure. Her vision started to distort and suddenly all of the mixing thoughts in her head became muted at once! There was zero thoughts- the mind had entirely blanked, this is where Fleur used her influence to take advantage of Tod's shifting form! The head started to grow longer, but not forward like you would expect. As it got longer and longer, a divot started to form and it became increasingly clear that there was two spheres, before they suddenly yanked apart! Where there had been one head, now there was two! The top\rear head had stolen the hair, so the bottom head now grew back its own hair- Hana's and Fleur's extremely long hair! Fleur had divided her and Hana's consciousness to their own head! Below, the aggressively bobbing cock was only two feet longer than their torso and about as thick as a fire hydrant now, and still shrinking, though slowing down. The base fattened massively and turned rock hard as a black dog knot formed! Grey and dark brown fur mixed colors to grow in as bronze toned fur on her upper back even though the rest of the body was still naked. The muscles on the shoulders and back expanded massively, and almost looked like they were trying to split in half as well but never divided. The second neck split off from the first and grew tremendously with muscle as well. The forming horse neck would be large enough and long enough to reach up over the front head of Hana, so on a four legged stance the two heads would reach just as far forward. The beast's hairline started to advance downward to form a mane on the now huge neck, covered in tight throbbing veins. As they groaned now their voice distorted toward that of a horse, but had the reverberance of a goat. Their head started to deform and their face stretching outward to the sound of cracking bone, muffled by the skin and muscle wrapped around it. There was a surging feeling in their body that made even Hana moan however as well. Black nubs appeared down their body forming the wide nipples they had just before their latest fusion... but they did not all stop at that. The dick started to get angled downward as the last pair of nipples bloated out into black teats! The flesh around them darkened and swelled out as well, looking like it was going to form into a black goat udder, but as it fattened outward it was apparent that the hills were not fused in the middle- it was two black breasts. The cock tensed and yanked itself into the cleavage that has grown just in front of the sheath, but then it started to get angled down again! The set of nipples above that were also swelling out! And the ones above that! The only ones that remained just nipples was the two on the chest that were already there by default! The tits in the crotch swelled into wobbling G cup hills, then the ones above that into DD cups, and the ones above that into C cups. So she had eight nipples and six breasts in three different cup sizes. Only the ones in the crotch were matte black as well- the ones above that were a sort of dark bruised tone, then the ones above that were mostly skin tone with a slight grey to them. All of the nipples and teats were totally black still. The cock naturally bobbed with her pulse, which caused it to wedge against the ultra smooth, soft surface of the breasts, which caused enough pleasure that it yanked tight and slapped her underside. Slapping her underside though caused all six of her boobs to get knocked sideways out of the way of the dick and then plop back in on it in a jiggling fit! Then when the dong relaxed and slipped out, it set the boobs into motion again and started the whole process over again! She was masturbating herself without meaning to. Trying to clench and resist the pleasure buildup but knew it was a losing fight. The knot was relatively small for the size of the phallus- about half a cantaloupe on either side. Which was big... but not compared to the dick itself. It stopped shrinking when the dick was still a bit longer than their body- when it bobbed up the head was about level with Hana's mouth, if she looked straight down. The new form also had a pretty big lean to it- the rear legs and hip was a full stallions, but the torso was just a muscular human body, so its rear end was a lot higher up than the rest of it. When the beast head finished forming it had the long large, well sculpted head and face of horse, but the end of its nose was a bit flat and triangular with a large cleft in the upper lip like a goat- causing the huge nostrils of the horse to be longer than they are tall. The large malleable lips of the horse were glossy black like the dog, and the ears were canine in form. The goat horns were the same size even though the head was many times larger- and because the skull reformed, the horns were now to the sides, but still arched backward. The pupils of its eyes were completely horizontal rectangles now. They did not have hands to tie up Hana&Fleur's insanely long hair, so before everyone regained their senses and started arguing for control, Fleur yanked away control of the upper head and scooped up the hair with its horns and then bucked the head back and forth, up and down- this caused the hair to swing around the goat horns as a pivot point, wrapping the hair repeatedly around it so it did not drag on the ground. Hana was trying to fight the arousal but as the hips started to buck and swing the dick into her tits even more aggressively she gave up. Though the dick was a more reasonable size now, their overall body was fucking huge to make up for it. Even though it was again perfectly human in shape- Hana's head was as big as her entire upper body used to be. Even with their shorter front legs, they could probably lay on top of a truck and still touch the ground with all four limbs. Hana reared her head back to avoid the sticky gobs of precum from flicking up at her face, but that caused the muscular upper neck to cradle the top of her head, and she could feel the hot heavy breaths of the beast head on her. Finally the massive heavy balls heaved themselves up to press in on the crotch and deliver their load in a tremendous jet of white that absolutely painted the barn floor. Hana wobbled and stumbled sideways into the wall- both heads almost passed out from the intense orgasm, and their body became so weak they could barely stand. Well, the feral personalities will shut up now. "Ye... yea. We still need... to..." ... to...? "S-sorry, so many voices..." Yea, you have your own brain to think with again so they cannot override your thoughts but they can still hear yours and you can still hear theirs. I seen an opening to induce this form and took it. Samanklin owes his only remaining humanity to the fact he has two heads. Though, I think that went out the window while we were away. "Y-yea! That is what I wanted to say; we still need to get back real friggen fast. That beast is on the rampage again, and if it gets horny and loses itself like we just did... it is going to try to mount anything that moves. And it is hard to capture something you can't even touch so the university probably can't do anything." Yea, they only caught him the first time because he had just gotten off and was docile- he basically let himself get captured. We also cannot take the road though. And even if you have your thoughts divided, we still share a body, so the other three have no less control from their new view point. Hmm. The ones in charge of the roadblocks are arcanists from the university though. Let me astral project to one and see if I can get us an escort to help... Chapter 4; Devolving Situation Even fully flaccid, her phallus was still too big to fully pack itself away- the glans remained outside of the sheath and formed a sort of cap over its opening. Hana was glad her rear legs were full horse legs- the scrotum was pulled so long by the weight of the massive balls that if her legs were any shorter the balls would be bouncing off her knees every time she took a step. For a while after their little sexual encounter though the scrotum was scrunched up because it was cold- when she came from their battering ram of a dick she also climaxed from her pussy behind that, which soaked the back of the scrotum in female juices. Now the breeze was drying it, but making it feel cold at the same time, since she has no hands currently to try and clean herself up. She made a move for her clothing to get those on again, but placing a giant hoof-paw on her old stretched top helped give her a bit of perspective and realized there was no way her clothes would fit. There was barely enough space in her top to put her head in it, never mind her body. Because the amalgam fused into Tod instead of the other way around, they basically slid out of the clothing when their body became amorphous. With Fleur away their body felt heavier, but unlike when it was just Hana, there was enough other people in it to be able to move around even without Fleur there, their steps were just really heavy. Hana was glad everyone in the body was supposed to be human- when she insisted they try to walk on the dirt whenever possible to avoid absorbing more grass and clovers into themselves they understood. While David, Tod, and June still could not figure out who they are, they all had a unified goal. As long as they had one solid thing to hold on to in the chaos they could still progress toward that. All three of them wanted to be human again, and that meant getting to the university. And they all wanted to have their own bodies again- again, that required getting to the university, and getting there with the reins. David and Tod had no idea where it was, but June and Hana do. Since the beast head was incapable of speaking English aloud anyway, and now large enough- they actually put the reins on properly, placing the inscribed golden bit into the beast's mouth and the harness around the head. The reins themselves sort of draped on its shoulders, since they obviously had no rider to hold them. While Hana and the others made slow progress, lumbering onward toward the university, Fleur contacted the arcanists at the nearest roadblock. They could not all leave to help because then they could not maintain the roadblock. The reins were no longer back there to affect anyone- but at the very least there was still that vampire bug flying around. Samanklin did not have the reins either- but could still absorb. Once linked by its spell, they become a remote node for the reins, allowing its range to be projected off of them as well. Which means if anyone gets near that bug- they will also be affected. Even if Hana dropped the reins she would still fuse with anything because of its power flowing through her. Steven is the name of the one who decided to run to help them- following Fleur's projection into the fields to find Hana. She was not moving especially fast, so it did not take long to catch back up to her. Obviously, Steven knew enough to not get too close. Fleur could see the aura of the reins thanks to her extreme arcane attunement, so she can tell Steven exactly where its range ends. Being able to move around much easier than they can, he told them he would run ahead and scout for trouble. There was only one more ranch on this side of the road before you got to the city outskirts, and then hopefully the concrete walls of the buildings would prevent any accidental fusions beyond that point. The other arcanists at the roadblock were calling in more help from the university and trying to get the area evacuated or in lock-down so no one was on the streets, but most people were in hiding thanks to Samanklin anyway. The next ranch was for milk cows, but luckily a magi from the university lived there, so arranging for the cows to be herded to one side to let them pass shouldn't be difficult at all, especially since it was Steven running ahead to tell her. Hana started to walk a lot faster though, which they did not account for. It was not even really on purpose either- the fields outside of the city sloped into it, so they were now on a fairly steep slope, making it hard to not move faster- gravity was pulling their huge weight forward. "You're pretty quiet Fleur, you are creeping me out." Sorry, planning ahead. I don't think we can get the reins to the university without encountering Samanklin first and if they touch us, we are stuck. I also don't know if we can afford the time to research the reins with him on the rampage. "What other choice do we have?" I am mentally mapping out an old summoning spell. There is a wandering God I can call in for backup, if we absolutely need to. It is a risky play though, y'know, since she is a God. Unlike most summonings; she would be in control of us, not the other way around. They approached the ranch and seen Steven talking to a beautiful young woman. He seen Hana approaching and motioned for her to stop. She got to the ranch much faster than expected and they still needed to get the cows out of the way. Unfortunately bovine can be pretty stubborn when they don't want to move. It also seemed the magi was not currently at the ranch. Figures- the university probably recalled her as backup. The young woman Steven was talking to is Molly- the niece of the magi, and the only one manning the ranch at the moment. It seemed she is extremely good with cattle though- she was able to command them up and away as if they understood English. Fleur actually did a quick scan over the bovines to make sure they were not people transformed like that herd of dogs earlier, but no- these were just ordinary cows. It only took about ten minutes to round them up and get them all into the barn- so Hana had the entire range to walk through without worrying about fusing with anything. Molly and Steven walked out and motioned with their arms to Hana where to go to get past the fence and cut through Farlane Ranch. Hana nodded to them with both heads as she passed and as she looked away, she heard the clap of them high-fiving each other, but then a cry of surprise. Hana looked at the two confused people, unable to pull their hands back apart after the high-five! Steven looked worriedly to Hana. "W-what the heck?! We are outside of its range!" Fleur was shocked as she looked for the edges of the aura and seen it was massive now! It changed size, causing Molly and Steven to come under is effects! From Hana's thoughts Fleur realized she had made a mistake in her original assessment. She read the edge of the aura and did not think to question how small it was. If the effect range was that small with the reins uncovered, how would it have affected ALL of Franklin's ranch when partially buried in the ground? It seems when they move, the aura of the reins sort of smear on the ground, dragging its range very long but narrow- trailing behind them for some distance. Because they were forced to stop and wait for so long, the range pulled back in and expanded massively in diameter! There was still another unforeseen effect, as Steven's skin started to stiffen and section itself off becoming scales as he and Molly were pulled toward each other by their arms! He was turning into a reptile? Fleur deduced that he had turned himself into a giant rattle snake in his off-time for some fun with his lover. It was recent enough that it left an imprint on him even though he had fully reverted, but now his body experienced a massive mana surge from the power of the reins which unintentionally filled in the pre-mapped spell and started to turn him into a snake again! Their combined forms were equal mass so the unified body lost some of its defining features for a moment and sort of rippled like a hill of jello being slapped. Because Steven was transforming however, their features did not overlap for long. The human features remained entirely Molly, and instead Steven started to emerge as snake features trapped in her! The first and most predictable change was a huge tail quickly growing out of them. It got caught in her panties and forced forward, causing her pants to bulge! She yelped and pulled them down to let the tail out the back but the first thing her eyes locked on was his penis emerge from what had been her clit! It turned to a large tapered point and quickly grew long neon pink flesh barbs on its underside toward the tip instead of human glans. The barbs started to grow in so thickly that they fought for space, turning purple from blood pressure. With a sharp jolt of pleasure the tip was forced to split! Snakes have a hemipene; they have two cocks not one! Luckily being split with a female form caused them to be extremely subdued- because normally a snakes dicks are gargantuan compared to its body size. The sharp electric pleasure of the tip splitting came back as a constant jolt as the split continued down the entire seven inch shaft, which caused Molly to squeak like a mouse and collapse onto her knees from pleasure overload. By now the scaled tail was almost as long as she is tall, and starting to slow its growth finally. The wide base of the tail sort of pushed her anus forward a bit fighting for space, causing it to have a wide, triangular shape to it. Molly cried out in surprise again, arching her back from strange feelings and then she twitched to one side, and then the other. Loud pops went off each time her body trembled from he force of a new vertebrae popping in between existing ones in her spine, yanking her body longer! Her torso grew a bit extending her midriff and then her neck thickened and grew to at least twice its normal length. She quickly put her hand over her mouth in worry when her jaw snapped! The front of her jaw disconnected- the two mandibles were now able to divide and stretch the bottom of her mouth open wider than should be possible now, like a snake. Her upper canine teeth also grew longer and sharper, turning to dangerous looking fangs that overlapped her lower teeth- no longer able to sit on top. She did not develop any scales other than on the tail, which tapered off just above its base- and the male serpent traits did not seem to be strong enough to have effected her very impressive bust. By random chance alone- Molly's clothes slipped under Steven's when they merged, causing Steven's clothes to pop off and Molly's outfit remain on their form. They were now Stevolly. "Oh gosh. Ack, I sound so gir- er... I am a... ugh. This is confusing. Wait- I AM NOT A HUMAN?!" Stevolly blushed at itself. Fleur quickly realized it was not the cattle she should have examined more closely. There was a magic inside of Molly, but it was not forced back in by the reins- it was still active. It was a human transformation spell... Molly isn't supposed to be human. Stevolly explained- embarrassed and worried- that she is a cow. To help supplement their milk supplies, her mother had turned herself bovine to make her own milk using a mix of alchemy and magic with her sisters. Things got a bit out of hand though and for a time she had transformed into a full cow... which allowed her to then accidentally be impregnated by Tank; the resident bull. Molly was born a calf, but her mother and aunts then used the same method they had turned into a cow with, and made a human transformation potion for Molly. That meant they were in a bit of a bind now however. Molly was only human as long as the effects of the potion last. She can't get to the potions now to grab a booster dose for the road, because they just had all the cows herded into the barn where the potions are also kept. Stevolly is now a node of the reins' power, so the moment they stepped into the barn, all the other cows would start to merge together and make a real damn mess. But now without the potion, Stevolly would become progressively more animal. Steven still had a perfectly human mind even in feral form, but Molly didn't. Fleur chuckled sadly at how chaotic the situation had managed to degrade. They had a real collection going now- animals that were supposed to be people, people who were supposed to be animals, men who were women and women who were men. The two of them had no choice but to continue walking toward the university and hope that Molly's humanity held out. They passed gas stations and then scattered homes, increasing in density as they entered city limits now. The streets were deserted thankfully since everyone was hiding from the giant monster Samanklin has become. The university was toward the middle of the city, so Hana and Stevolly were yet to actually see it- the high rises around it hid it from view from very far away. Due to mana regulators, there was not enough ambient mana anywhere in the area that would allow Fleur to summon a God- so even if she wanted to activate her emergency plan they still needed to get onto university grounds, where the excess mana is trapped. She and Hana had been absently thinking about it while walking forward, till Stevolly got their attention. "Uuuh, guys?" Hana turned and froze up when she noticed the large lumbering creature plodding out of a nearby alley. Its bushy tail was light grey, as well as its crotch and belly, but then black on its legs and lower back, and then both colors faded to only dark brown on the entire upper body. It had paws on the ends of all its limbs like a dog, but its body was mostly human shaped, allowing it to walk on two legs- though it hunched forward quite a bit. It had the head of a dog, but a human face on the underside of its lower jaw! Then a large hunch back of muscle which branched into two more dog heads above the first! You have to touch Samanklin to fuse with it- but you only need to be relatively close to fall into the effect range of the reins. So like what happened to Stevolly- other beings that do not make contact with the current fusion can still fuse with others! Two humping dogs fell into the effect range and fused. They were both still horny so they attempted to mount another dog and fused again. Eventually, one of the dogs attempted to return to its owner and absorbed him too! It was three dogs to one human though, so the feral minds drown the human out. It had a fairly large canine dick bobbing in arousal with a slight ridge toward the tip that was a remnant of human glans- but behind that was a massive canine vagina, so engorged it looked like a small triangular pillow fused between their legs. The look in its eyes was clearly that of lust- it was going to charge at Hana to try and mount her! "Run for the university, we will catch up if we can!" Before the beast could charge, Stevolly bolted away, being the more nimble of the two amalgams. The beast chased after them on reaction alone, vanishing into the alley ways. Hana and Fleur wanted to help, but knew everyone was doomed if they did not get to the university first. Hana was pretty frightened by the encounter besides. Goat and horse are both herbivores, so they did not take kindly to the presence of a triple-predator. Stevolly would rather not be turned into a bitch either, so they made sure to dip around every corner they could find to break line of sight and lose the canine- but because of its sense of smell it was not easily lost. They could feel the air catching in their increasingly large ears, using the newly developed muscle in them to turn them around. Their forehead felt cold where horns would try to grow soon. Molly was starting to run out of human. Being mixed with an entire additional body was causing her potion dose to be diluted, causing it to run out faster than normal. Their lungs were starting to burn from having to run for so long, but finally the canine turned suddenly, tripping itself a moment before bolting in a completely different direction! It seen a stray cat and was immediately distracted chasing it instead. Stevolly wandered toward the university once they had their breath again. With every few steps, their body groaned and shifted a bit more. They had to balance more and more weight on the front of their feet as the soles grew much longer and popped out of their shoes entirely. Their feet still had toes though, and did not want to cut themselves on small rocks or broken glass on the street barefoot, which forced them to stop and take a break sitting on the bottom step of an apartment. They encountered many other fusions in the area, but none as aggressive as the dog amalgam. There was even a shirtless man sitting on a step like them just a few houses over on the other side of the road and he had many billowing golden fins on his body. His collection of fish fused, and he reached in to try to divide them physically only to end up part fish himself. Luckily they were so tiny compared to him that their combined influence still wasn't enough to deprive him of the ability to breath above water. Unfortunately their lack of mental prowess now meant that he could not really do anything- he forgot what he was doing after a minute, resetting his memory. There was a grey haired young man with small breasts under his shirt, crying while sitting on the ground beside a loaded gun. It had been a mugger trying to rob an elderly lady... now they were the same person- and the old woman realizing how hard off the man was, and the man understanding the lady on a more personal level caused their combined form to just break down in tears. On the very opposite side of the spectrum however- the sound of loud moans and slapping skin could be heard quite frequently coming from inside the buildings. Walls prevented contact fusion, but the people on the other sides of the wall still fell into the effect range and could fuse. So in many places- lovers fused with one another, creating a hermaphrodite body that was highly attracted to itself. Or in the case of lesbians or gay lovers- quad tit ultra woman, or massive donged mega guy. The problem now was that the effect range was scattered all over the place! Everyone who fused became a node, who then created more nodes, who created even more nodes. Stevolly groaned as they watched their feet compact and their nails grow massively and unite into the cloven hooves of a cow. As soon as they had hooves to walk on they got up and continued toward the university. When the transformation gets to their hips they will be forced onto all fours, again hindering movement. Chapter 5; The Song Of Many Navigating the streets was difficult, not only because of Stevolly's slowly shifting body, but because they needed to be on alert to avoid any other fusions running around. They even seen a pigeon fly overhead that was the size of refrigerator, flying on three different sets of wings, cooing from a cluster of four heads! They gather together on the edge of rooftops so an entire group of the birds ended up together in one giant mass. Pray for the cars that end up under that monster. Stevolly's legs popped a few times as the bones grew in size, causing the joints to have to re-set mid-walk. Their hands were getting compacted now, and it was hard to divide their fingers. Steven's genes did not help retain their limbs at all, because snakes have none. Their tail was bulging a bit on the end, getting a mutation of its own- a single person transforming in a fused body was causing trait re-distribution, confusing their shape even more than it already needed to be. Luckily unlike the Hana amalgam- Stevolly was not attracted to itself, so the twin cocks remained tucked into the upper part of their vagina, hidden away. Teats formed on their upper crotch, luckily not rubbing against anything. They were just high enough to clear the top of the pants, and thanks to their unusually long torso, the bottom of their shirt was no where near long enough. The shirt did become baggier though- the more the udder started to develop in their crotch, the smaller her massive boobs shrank. The divide between where Molly ended and Steven began became a bit easier to define as her thoughts started to slow down greatly. Two little nub horns popped out on their forehead, but that was as big as they were ever going to get. Their lips started to lighten, turning to a bright candy pink and then the color started to fade in upward toward the nose. By then their ears were huge and leaf shaped. The snake scales started to advance up their back a bit as their spine started to project out a bit more. Their tail was getting larger and thicker, and the bulb on the end was starting to take a boxy triangular shape. The sunlight vanished in the city and the street lights took over by now. The sun was still technically up, but too low now to be seen past the buildings to get into the city. I... look after Molly still? We are still... me. Just dumb. Slow. Thoughts getting heavy... Molly was worrying that Steven would treat her differently, or somehow abandon her- even though that was not physically even possible. As a cow Molly was still herself, it was not a separate personality taking over, but the brain of a cow could not process all of her thoughts and memories. In a sudden burst both Steven and Molly felt like throwing up- their minds reeled in confusion and their perspectives shifted radically! Steven did not even know what he was looking at, at first. It looked like he had teleported somewhere else? His own thoughts seemed much more clear now, like Molly was not weighing them down, but he could still hear her. He turned around and was shocked as he realized why- he had his own head! The end of the snake tail had developed a snake's head and shifted his consciousness there, giving them both their own brains again! While that felt like a great weight was lifted for Steven, it had the opposite feeling on Molly. Her thoughts were mixed with his which were still going at normal speed, now the signals were not crossed and her slowness became that much more obvious. Her neck started to get much thicker and her face made soft clicking sounds as the bone started to shift there. "Ouuu... Moooolly con't humun ony lungur... muh. Muh... m-moolly sorry." Her voice was distorting, getting very deep. He turned his serpentine head around. "N-no, its fine! It isn't your fault at all. You just need to get us to the university- it doesn't matter if you do it on human legs or cow legs, as long as we get there." She stomped forward- her footfalls incredibly loud on the cement. Her weight increased by a lot, and her hips were starting to look rather boxy. Her entire torso was bulking up massively and her hands were almost entirely hooves now. She teetered with each step, leaning so far forward she had to nudge herself back upright with her front hooves. "Molly?" "Mmmmm?" "You should probably just walk on all fours. You won't be able to stay upright for much longer anyway." "Nuh! Moolly nuh wunt... Moolly..." She teetered several times before flopping forward heavily onto all fours, letting out a grunt. "Moomy moe... m-muh? Muuooh." She let out a loud, angry snort from her enlarging nostrils, realizing her huge tongue could no longer form human words. Her skull made some hollow crunching sounds as it expanded to the size of a proper cow and her human hair fell out. As her chest expanded fully, her huge boobs regressed entirely and their udder finished growing in. It was absolutely titanic, brushing heavily on the insides of her back legs, making it impossible to walk quickly. Her back legs had to sort of waddle forward because of a lack of space. At least having a head on either end of their body made it a lot easier to watch for threats- they seen in two directions at once. Even as a slow witted cow, Molly still knew what their objective was and continued shuffling the best she could toward the university. There was a few times she unintentionally shook his head around, forcing control of the snake head because she felt an itch, and the cows instinctual reaction is to swat at it with their tail... except her tail was another person. She also caught him glancing at her udder several times. They can still hear each others thoughts so Molly did not even need to look at him to know what he was looking at. But her udder was so huge, and the skin was such a powdery soft looking candy pink! Steven wanted to touch it, but the only thing he could use to touch it with was his own face, and he did not want to creep her out. Human Molly wouldn't have taken too kindly to him gawking at her mams, but cow Molly held it as a point of pride. Males should stare at it- it is huge, beautiful and glorious. She would be offended if it didn't captivate them. Hana arrived at the university finally. She caught a few glimpses of Samanklin from around buildings, but managed to evade the titanic beast so far. Getting onto university grounds had not been easy- there was ruins in the streets from the giant creature rubbing against or slamming into the sides of buildings, broken fire hydrants blasting water all over, and tangled and torn power lines laying about like a deadly network of traps. Only a few street lights were still on to guide their way in the deepening darkness of night. Destroyed vehicles clogged the roads here- either destroyed by Samanklin when they were parked, or destroyed by people frantically trying to evacuate the area, and abandoned in the street. Smoke from all the destruction blotted out the sky in this area, making it even darker than the rest of the city. The university was very well lit still- not only did it have its own generators, but because of the situation there was many floodlights set up further illuminating the area. The moment they stepped onto the grounds and became exposed to the higher density mana, Fleur started to form the summoning spell so it would be ready if and when it was needed- all she needed to do was activate it. As they looked for arcanists in the university it became more and more apparent there was none. They had either run away or been absorbed already, the university was abandoned. The foyer had a twenty foot tall hole in it where the front doors used to be- Samanklin's exit point. There was also burn damage and signs of a magical struggle too unfortunately that Fleur made note of. Once they absorbed arcanists, Samanklin would have gained their magical knowledge, allowing it to cast spells. They also hear a cow lowing however- the moos even had a slight upturn at the end, as if the cow was asking a question. Long before actually finding her, Fleur and Hana knew immediately that had to be Molly, looking for them. Stevolly had arrived a bit before Hana and was wandering around, waiting for their friend. When they finally found the snake-tailed double-long cow, Steven was able to use his snake head to explain what happened to them after they split up. Part way into his explanation a thunderous boom came from above, startling them forward and both amalgam seen the roof caving in toward them! Molly leaped out of the way but brushed Hana in the process, causing her heart to jump again! Molly spun around and yanked away, trying to break the connection before they fused somehow, though obviously not succeeding. Even as their form was becoming malformed, they scrambled to get as far away as possible. The roof caved in because of a gigantic fist! Samanklin heard them talking and tried to crush them to death, even though it could not see them directly through the walls of the building. Stevolly's effort to pull away caused a massive shift even in the existing amalgam, because once they mixed the effort to pull away was shared across many bodies worth of biomass. The goat horns mixed with her little stump horns and quickly grew into massive, heavily ribbed, arching horns that looked more at home on a mountain goat. A long, wispy white beard grew off Molly's chin as well. She let out low moo in muffled surprise as her hips made a pop so loud it echoed off the walls. Her hips became much wider, which caused her huge udder to wobble around wildly as it suddenly had a lot more room to move. Her thighs started to bulk up looking very fat at first, but as they continued to swell larger the divots between muscles deepened and made them look very solid. The shift in hip shape as well as her thighs expanding also caused her ass to grow much larger, and a LOT rounder! Those were horse traits! She felt a burst of pleasure and a massive shift behind her though as she remembered- the horse aspect is male. Her entire body squirmed at the odd sensation of her skin and muscle squirming- the transformation was travelling a lot further up than she would have thought. She lowed again as the milk veins in her udders throbbed and the giant mass started to swell even bigger! She was stealing the mammaries from the others to unify into one behemoth! Luckily the horse traits in her legs also made them grow longer so the udder could still clear the ground! Because she did not shift her stance, her legs getting longer just made her back legs slide further out and to the sides- her body was too rigid from the sensation overload to adjust right now. Having horse and goat traits stolen from Molly however caused the beast head of Hana to compress massively, the horse structure shrank and started to look more canine till Hana only had a dog and a human head. There was an abrupt cracking sound and her torso felt like it had been yanked in half for a moment. Her rib cage was forced wider and the second head yanked down and to the side! This put the two heads side by side instead of stacked- so the split in their spinal column was horizontal now instead of vertical. The Chaos Reins remained worn by the canine head, though fit much looser now- not that they had enough hands to adjust its fit. In the absence of goat traits, the left hand's hoof segment shattered off and the remnants reformed into blunted canine claws as the mixed traits purified to just dog. The right hand did something entirely different however- the digits all started to get longer and the claws regressed and flattened! It turned back into a human hand! The front limbs matched the heads on their corresponding sides, making them miss-matched! Luckily the two halves blended better as they went down, so at least the back legs were canine mostly, though the hip shape was human causing the thighs to be further below them than normal giving the impression the legs were longer than they actually are. The many nipples and breasts regressed under Hana, since all mammaries were being drained into Molly. It was at this time, glancing between her legs that she noticed, they still had two separate bodies! Hana and Molly still had their own forms- Steven's snake body was what connected them, it once again did not have a head. Both amalgam shared the same snake tail, connecting them sort of like Siamese twins! Hana's hair started to shorten, and the facial structure started to change, causing him to scrunch up his face. It seems like all the male mental traits were being drawn into the semi-human form, while all the females were being yanked into the animal; so the human had was turning into a male. The equivalent exchange on that, caused the long snake-cow neck on Molly to start growing out long hair of its own, in a long mane like a horse. Molly was a solid white cow, but the mane grew out black in contrast. The teats on the underside of the half human half dog torso regressed oddly a bit too far, removing even the nipples, which made their one naked human pec have barbie doll anatomy. The humanoid torso shrank and the animal grew- trying to balance their sizes out evenly, since Hana had been gigantic. The human head's eyes were narrow slits like the snake, but the fangs ended up in the dog head. In their crotch, their vagina regressed shrank a bit in size, but the labia billowed out into far-projecting canine labia. The upper two corners of it spread much wider than normal as it took some of its form from a serpentine cloaca. The phallus shrank immensely now that the hyper stallion was drawn elsewhere. The huge knot remained but the shaft shrank to much more reasonable proportions. The sheath made a wet sticking sound as it broke free from the torso and the fur fell from it, causing it to regress into a large foreskin instead of an actual sheath. The glans of the phallus were human, but still had the projected urethra giving it a slight point. It was only about nine inches long now, but also extremely thick. The many fine veins from a canine phallus and the much fatter veins on a humans caused the shaft to be heavily textured by an overlapping maze of throbbing veins. The beast amalgam's privates changed radically too. Now contending with a lot more male. Her udder sloshed around on its own from changes at its base and she looked between her legs to see a ring of plush flesh form in front of it, at the very base! She had felt a heat passing over her udder, but now seen it was because it had grown two more segments? She bucked her hips and seen the last two plop against the back of her udder. No, not two more segments of udder, they were not attached to the rest of it- they just rest again it. Once the ring of flesh in front of her udder expanded and a huge phallus started to slide out she realized the two spheres behind her udder she thought was two more segments were massive testicles! There was a sheath that burrowed its way UNDER her udder to get to the front! So the balls were behind the udder, but the dick was in front of it! Since it came from the ultra hyper horse dong of Tod, hers was many times larger than the other torso, even though the other one was mentally all male. Thanks to both bull and goat dicks being tapered, the shaft got progressively thinner as it went, but then toward the very end expanded greatly to host a full sized horse flare still! It was as wide as a dinner plate, and the cock was long enough that it stuck almost a foot in front of the front legs! The vagina behind that was entirely untouched though- the female aspect wasn't overridden at all, and the excess size from the ultra horse was dumped here, in the form of a clit that swelled to the size of a softball, causing it to be permanently exposed. The labia was a mix of pink and black splotches. One end of their form was Tod+David+Steven as Todaven. The other more beastly side was Fleur+Hana+June as Hajunur. Although as always Fleur remained dislocated mentally even if her physical body is tangled, so technically the female end was only Hana and June... so, Juna? With male and female divided they had less of a problem identifying themselves, though the individual details were still a jumbled, indecipherable mess. It also took them some time to figure out how to even move like this, because they had two bodies but they were linked by their tail. So if Todaven moved too far forward, he would start to drag Juna backwards, and if she moved too far she would drag him backwards. They had to walk at the same time, but one had to walk forward and the other had to move backwards in order to go the same direction. It did not help that both minds were clouded with arousal. The transformation had felt mostly good, and the shifting of their genitals forced them both to full erection. Juna could not stop subtly rocking her hips, gently slapping the back of her udders with her own ball sack. Without a sheath, Todaven's cock wasn't held close enough to the torso for it to slap against it in an animalistic masturbation- however he did possess the only fully human hand to just reach under himself and grab it. When both realized they were too far gone to turn back now, they backed up and slammed their butts together! Juna's massive rock hard sphere of a clit was large enough to actually penetrate Todaven a bit, and they ground their pussies together, in a strange miss-matched tribbing. Juna's nuts were so huge that when their scrotums rubbed together, Todaven's balls practically fit in the cleft between hers. When her balls clenched in pleasure, they lifted to nudge up Todaven's balls and almost sort of embrace them. Their pleasure and hormone driven haze was playing against their worry as Samanklin was likely trying to listen for them to see if they had been killed in the last attempt or not. They had to get the hell out of here, but if their dicks are flopping out all over the place and they cannot think straight, they would likely just march themselves to their own demise. They brought each other to many mini orgasms but it was not enough. Their pussies trembled and clenched, trailing juices down their balls, and their cocks drool pre, but it wasn't enough to make them blast off entirely. Clumsily trying to figure out how they could position this to work, the two flopped over onto their sides and then tightened the tail to fold the two bodies in on each other. Juna's gigantic udder rolled its hot, smooth flesh over Todaven's balls and shaft, completely eclipsing them. His pleasure skyrocketed as they ground together, but Juna's shaft just bobbed between them. Her cock was so much larger than his they could not match themselves up to frot. His pleasure was spiking at a level that would normally be an orgasm, and they both felt it, but still they could not actually climax! They had two sets of genitals- they can't fully orgasm without reaching a specific level of pleasure in all of their genitals, so it did not matter how high one got if the other did not have any attention. Fleur sighed and took control of Juna's head. As it reared back Todaven could see the metal tube in her throat! The others cannot read Fleur's thoughts without her permission so they had entirely forgotten- she fused the enchanted whistle with their body! Juna whistled loudly and both of their bodies seized up in intense pleasure. Their bodies vibrated with orgasmic bliss like a bell rings with sound! Todaven painted the ground between them and Juna's massive cock blasted the floor in front of them, and both their vulva exploded onto the ground behind them! The ground shook violently with the sound of a thunderous boom that echoed through the entire city! Hah. Samanklin is still a large enough percentage of canine that it can also hear the whistle and was momentarily incapacitated by forced orgasm! Fleur's worry renewed when she seen a tidal wave of cum slap the street out front hard enough to slam cars out of the way. Samanklin is quite close to them. They likely would not be able to exit the building without being seen. And since the building is now starting to collapse, they sort of needed to leave. Fleur activated the summoning spell, they had no choice. It would take a short time for her to get here anyway. They needed a God's intervention to be able to fix this. Thanks to their folded position, the amalgam learned that to move normally- their shared tail was long enough to allow them to both walk forward side-by-side, as long as one did not fall behind the other. They slipped out of the building as the roof started to quickly slant in more- till the roof around the impact zone touched the floor, folding the middle of the building in on itself. Luckily the outer walls still held or they would have become a Juna sandwich. Unfortunately the moment they made it out into the court yard, the floodlights illuminated them. "Going somewhere?" They slowly turned to see Samanklin... or... what had once been him. He had fused with so many more people and creatures that there was no personalities left. There was so many different minds inside of it that the percentage of influence any one mind had was completely insignificant- which ironically eliminated the normal confusion of being merged. Rather than be a cacophony of voices, each voice was so small that they were basically mute. Unfortunately the unified personality was not a nice one. The only thought they all shared was at first fear of what was happening and how to fix it. But the university failed to fix it- the place charged with protecting the people had failed utterly. Former friends and family fled in fear of them, leaving them abandoned. Fear turned to anger and resentment. Everyone else had failed them, or abandoned them entirely, so now their unified will was that of revenge. "We are the true will of the city- a consensus without corruption of ego. We are... Anthem." Anthem stood on six hooves- odd toe ungulate hooves in the rear, cloven in the front, and hybrid in the middle. The front of the lower torso was disturbingly muscular, even on its back- this was bull. Rather than a midriff there was a second set of shoulders and another chest, then a midriff after that and then ending in a horse rump and rear legs, but had a pot belly thanks to pig traits. The tail was something else entirely- a slew of very large, very long naked tails with course almost scaly skin... gigantic rat tails. All the commotion stirred the rats from hiding who then fell into the range of the magic and got tangled. The cock looked mostly equine and was soft and hanging lazily, though still packing itself away again after being set off forcefully. The balls were huge and low hanging- a mix of bull and pig, and the glans though horse in shape mostly had a very far projected urethra creating a sort of spike off the front, from bovine traits. This lower body had splotchy peach and black skin but oddly lacked all hair- most of its additional size came from humans, who have no fur; causing it to fall out even though its overall shape was not human at all. This was technically only Anthem's lower body, and even the shoulders of this section alone were large enough to reach the second floor windows on the buildings around it. What would be the collar bone on the front bovine was instead the hip bone for another torso rising from this- this one of human shape, though nearly as obscenely muscular as the bovine. At the top of a tower of rock hard abdominal muscles was a cluster of four huge pectoral muscles, and from behind those four sets of shoulder blades! Stacked two and two. The rear lower arms hung the lowest and reached around under the front lower arms, and then the top hung over this. The last set of shoulder blades behind the top arms however did not have arms attached to them. Seagulls, pigeons, and various small song birds took flight because of all the carnage, but were caught in the magic aura before the could fly high enough. Anthem embodied them with two gigantic angelic-like wings that were bleached white by the pale pigmentation of most humans in the area, but turned prismatic at the tips of each feather as a result of how many different types of bird they contained. The three arms of Anthem's prime body were very muscular human arms, but each ended in a hand different from the others. The lower set had pads on the fingertips but not the base, and narrow but long and sharp claws, these are rodent traits. The set above this was standard human, though the nails were thick and pointed. Above this had squat digits with pads on the tip and base of each finger, and sharp claws that were solid black unlike the other sets- this was canine. The fact all three sets had sharp claws was actually yet another trait- the stray and pet cats in the area that had joined it. Anthem's torso broadened a the top more than a normal human torso, because like Todaven the spine branched. There was two massive canine heads, but what looked like fur from a distance was actually still more bird feathers! Their front two teeth were also large enough to outgrow their mouths and overhang their lower jaw like a rodent- but were still actual fangs like a canine. The feathers tapered off in two stripes on its backside, but ended more abruptly in the front at the collar bone. Between these two heads the spine branched a third time, but lead into still another torso rather than a third head! This torso was huge by normal person standards but tiny compared to the one it sat on, being a bit less than half the size. Also unlike the prime torso, this one was very much female. Her hair was extremely long and seemed to change color every foot or so of length, never repeating the same color twice. It was loosely wrapped around two gigantic bovine horns that arched forward- the combination of all five bovine that had been present in Samanklin. Her upper canine teeth overgrew her mouth by a LOT, as porcine tusks. She had two titanic boobs, resting on two large boobs, resting on two normal looking boobs. It was hard to judge their exact size since her entire body was bigger than a normal human. Her arms were completely humanoid, but unusually long, and her hands rest on either of the giant canine heads beside her. Chapter 6; Together We Fall The floodlights refracted brightly off the underside of the massive wings, and also illuminated all six of Anthem's eyes- since they were the reflective, nocturnal eyes of cats. Todaven and Juna both made a run for it and Anthem was quick to attack, trying to catch them. Thanks to the diluted memories of the former arcanists at the university, Anthem knew this amalgam must contain the Magnus Fleur- which meant it hated her the most as one of the figureheads of the establishment that failed to save them. Todaven and Juna had a hard time running around all the ruins and abandoned cars- if either of them fell behind the other, they would trip each other up. The only way they could both run the same way is if they are perfectly side by side. Anthem's hooves slammed into the street so hard they ruptured any vehicle they stepped on and cracked the pavement of the road! Their wing span far exceeded the width of the road, forcing them to tuck the wings back to fit. It attempted to punch them several times- each missed hit shook the ground violently. Fleur seen how reckless it was smashing through everything in its way without thinking and decided to use that against it. She directed the two amalgam down the street and around several corners. Much like a charging bull, Anthem was not great at turning. It could charge very quickly forward with a lot of power, but could not take corners. Every time they changed direction it would end up slamming the four shoulders on one side of its body into the side of a building and crushing it inward, resetting their run speed. Fleur and the others dashed quickly into a corner store- the front windows already broken by panicking people ransacking the place for resources. Anthem attempted to hit them before they got in but simply smashed through the roof, over the gas pumps out front. Fleur clapped a hoof down and cast a minor flame spell. Anthem's middle left hand was gouged several times by shrapnel as it was tossed back hard enough to completely fall through a sky scraper- causing the rest of the building above it to collapse on top of Anthem. The flames wrapped around its arm and splashed onto its torso did not burn out- forcing Anthem to get back up as quickly as possible and smash a fire hydrant out of the ground, putting itself into the high pressure spray to muffle the flame. By that time it already had third degree burns! Juna winced and the strength drained from her own right arm as a long meal shard lanced her as well inside of the building from the blast. Todaven reached over and pulled it out, and to their surprise the hole it made quickly stitched itself closed! Fleur chuckled. Maybe absorbing all that grass and clover wasn't so bad after all. Juna had completely forgot about that! The plant DNA they had been absorbing by accident walking through the fields- it allowed them to regenerate rapidly, even from wounds that should have otherwise been fatal. Liquid flames was spreading out front though, so they needed to smash their way out of the back door and keep running. The moment they were visible over the roof of the building, they once again felt the thundering steps of Anthem giving chase again- angrier than ever. Fleur did not need to win a fight against Anthem though- she only needed to stay in one piece long enough for help to arrive. Neither seen as the stars in the early night sky started to go out. As if being erased from the sky, it was from a dark purple starry sky to absolute black. On the opposite side of the world, the sunlight turned blood red. None could actually see from the planet's surface- the gigantic wings wrap around and cradle the entire planet. Fleur's summon had arrived. Aluslone; God of the Hivemind! Her body was virtually incomprehensible- a writhing mass of flesh many times larger than the entire planet. Her body had a vague shape to it, but that shape constantly shifted around as she moved to suit whatever she wanted. Anthem has absorbed around a hundred different lives into its body. Aluslone has assimilated entire planets. She had to extend several tendrils from herself to nudge Earth back into place. She was so large that her body was causing Earth's orbit to shift, drawing both Earth and Luna toward her, so she had to hold them in place physically to make sure she did not destroy them simply by a side effect of her being here. On the surface, the faint outline of her face became slightly visible through the atmosphere just before she brought down a hand into the city. She gently touched it down, but her interpretation of gentle still hit the road hard enough that it rippled as if made of liquid, and caused every window to explode outward on the ground floor in every building within a three block radius. Anthem stopped dead in its tracks at the sight of the gigantic pillar of an arm touching down between it and Fleur's amalgam. A humanoid torso emerged from the flesh on the side of the arm. "Heey all~ it's ya gurl Aluslone here!" She giggled. "Oh boy, you really got things tangled here, huh? I mean, you got a lot of people together- I will give you that. And I do like unity and togetherness, its sort of my thing but... you can't just slap things together so willy-nilly!" Anthem reared back. "We are perfect the way we are! It is the world that is wrong!" Aluslone's body seemed to suddenly start to drip. "Nah fam, I will show you perfection." At a seemingly impossible rate her body imploded in on itself! Her cosmic size became tiny as she converted biomass for the time being into pure energy instead. In her standard form, all of the beings absorbed into her had their own minds to host their will. In her perfect form, all minds were one. The body collapsed in on its center, which was still outside of the atmosphere, so when she finished her form fell out of orbit like a meteor. It slammed into the ground hard enough to make a crater where she hit, but her body survived completely unharmed. At the moment of impact, her body compresses into the impact zone to momentarily become as hard as diamond. Because most of the living creatures inside of her are carbon based lifeforms. And what is diamond made out of? Pure carbon. Perfect Aluslone walked on four limbs, but was still about nine feet tall, three times as long, and another twice that in tail- so roughly 54 feet long from nose to tail tip. Her front limbs were quite human in shape, though the forearm was proportionally a bit longer than a humans. This was because of all creatures, humans had the best hands thanks to their thumbs. They aren't great for walking on however. The first two knuckles of all fingers on her hands were capped in dense bone- extensions of the actual knuckle joints that grow through the skin. When she closed her hands into a fist, she was able to stand on these bone frames- preventing the actual flesh of her hand from touching the ground. Her body looked pale grey at first, but her flesh had the ability to become reflective when needed, which acted as extremely good camouflage- because it looked like whatever she was currently surrounded by. The top of her arms extended up around the outside of her shoulder blades, creating protective plates to guard the joint as well as the ones behind those- for the base of her wings. Even in this form she had two wings, similar to the wings of a giant bat; devoid of feathers. This was because the wings could be used both to fly in the air, but also under water thanks to a thick membrane. Her torso was long and so was her neck, very flexible and sleek. Her flesh was sectioned off into tiny diamond shapes that looked like scales, though were not. Her rear limbs were unusual- lacking a lot of feature. When viewed from the front they are extremely narrow- when viewed from the side they sort of looked like a crooked triangle. There was no foot at the end, the limbs just ended in a rounded point, which sort of made them look like rigid fins opposed to legs. They had virtually no wind or water resistance though, which made them quite effective for any terrain. Aluslone's head was shaped a bit like that of a bull- a long muzzle that was well defined and narrowed a bit toward the end. Rather than large nostrils though, hers were very narrow and very long. This is because she also had several gills hidden behind her jaw hinge on the upper neck. While underwater, her nostrils close entirely so she can keep water out and breath with her gills- above water they switch. Her eyes were very unusual, there was a normal looking large eye with round pupil but then a smaller eye right beside that, that shared the same eyelids. The smaller eye was totally dark, making it sort of look like a fish eye, but viewed the world entirely in infrared. The small eyes seen heat. She also had eyelids that opened both ways- under the normal lid was a translucent one that opened horizontally- this lid was kept closed when flying or under water to protect against winds and waterborne particles while still allowing her to see through it. Her long mouth could divide the mandibles of the lower jaw, stretching the skin between to make her mouth extremely wide if needed. Each side ended in a massive sharp fang that lay down when relaxed- these were venomous but also worked great at holding live prey still like hooks. Aluslone's tongue was very, very long and pitch black so that solar radiation doesn't scorch it while its lashing around outside of the mouth. At the opposite end of the totally hairless body was her very long tail. It was taller than it was wide, making it look very narrow when viewed straight on. The skin condensed on the top and bottom where it formed a stiff ridge- and thanks to her ability to super condense her skin at the moment of impact, she can actually use her narrow tail as if it were a sword blade. It's narrow but tall form also allows her to use it to steer in water and air easily, while creating no drag when held straight. One may wonder how she gets airborne though- since birds have hollow bones which would make her rather brittle normally. Well, she does not have hollow bones but she does have a small empty chamber in many of her bones. Her body is able to create a lighter-than-air gas from the waste oxygen she would normally have exhaled, and stores it in these chambers. Because its lighter than air, it reduces her overall weight by a lot. The only disadvantage here is that she cannot fly in the air immediately after getting out of water- because in order to dive under water she would need to jettison the gas from her bones or she would be too buoyant to swim properly. Aluslone's perfect form was chosen among the traits of millions of different beings. It can travel on land, air, and sea just as easily. Aluslone turned her hide reflective and charged at Anthem, who was barely able to even see her in that state. Anthem swiped at the air, hoping the size of its limb would make up for its inability to aim properly. Aluslone did not even attempt to get out of the way. She turned diamond hard and just tanked the impact and then grabbed onto the arm and yanked a chunk out of it! Anthem pulled back but could not see the missing section. Looking down it seen Aluslone releasing a confused naked man onto the street! She yanked a person out of the amalgam! Aluslone is the God of the Hivemind- merging different beings is her power- no one in the entire multiverse is better at it than she is. Not only is she completely immune to any magical effects- making the reins useless against her- she has the ability to divide fusions, and make others immune to its effects, preventing them from being re-absorbed. Even though being divided was originally their goal in the first place, in this moment all Anthem could think was self preservation. This creature was threatening its life as it is now, so it did whatever it could to survive. It used its long rat tails to entwine Aluslone and yank her away, but she swiped at them with her hands, and her fingers passed through the tails like they were made of soft butter! The severed tail sections crumbled mid-air into a cluster of rats, mice, and even a squirrel or two, all tumbling to the ground confused. Aluslone dove into Anthem's lower back side, swiping back and forth with her arms, tunneling into its body! Behind her she tossed body after body- man and beast alike, terribly confused as to what is going on. Since they were all silenced as individuals, they did not really experience Anthem's point of view at all. They might as well have been in a coma for the entire duration- they had zero idea what was happened. As the lower body was being yanked apart, the upper body collapsed onto its prime arms trying to hold itself up! Its wings twitched and birds stared to fly out from it, causing the wings to break apart. Once Anthem was barely holding itself together and unable to attack, Fleur called Aluslone's attention to Juna and Todaven's amalgam. Or more specifically- the reins on Todaven's canine head. Ultimately, Anthem is only a node of the reins' power- so was every other amalgam in the city. They all had the potential to become another Anthem if left unchecked. But all the power originated from the reins. Aluslone took the reins without taking them off Todaven, and after a moment of her concentrating on the power flowing through it, Todaven and Juna felt a surge of unfamiliar power through them. On by one the fused forms around the city suddenly burst apart! Aluslone was using their connection to the reins to transmit her own power! Anthem gave a mighty roar behind them, flailing around even as its body crumbled apart into dozens of smaller bodies. It was sort of like watching a sand castle crumble apart- each naked human falling from Anthem like a grain of sand. Cats, dogs, rodents, birds, people and their pets- all the inhabitants of the area. Finally the animals of the ranch, and then Samantha and Franklin tumbled onto the growing mountain of confused people in the street where Anthem once stood. At last, Todaven and Juna broke apart- even Fleur's body tumbling out from Hana. The moment all amalgamations had been undone, the gold of the bit and buckles started to glow with heat and melt in Aluslone's hand, and then the reins themselves ignited and burned away. The power had been recalled fully to the reins and then destroyed forever. It took divine intervention to fix, but at last Fleur solved the problem the university failed to. Finally the Chaos Reins were gone forever. Molly was returned to her ranch and became human again once she got another dose of her potion. Since it was a much more standard magic, Fleur was able to help Steven revert from snake to man. The university tracked down the black goat Baphomet and properly negated its curse- which freed David, turning him back to a human man. Tod's genes were a bit of a mess, but using a human transformation spell Fleur was able to give him a human body. He would just need to be careful about maintaining the transformation- if he ever used up all the available mana in an area he would turn back to part hyper horse. June's transformation into a male dog was a bit trickier to fix. Fleur and the university raided the ranch that was holding people as dogs and found several magical artifacts that they confiscated. In order to turn June back to normal, they needed to use a curse ring to undo the spell that made him hyper endowed and horny. Then without blowing the whistle, June slowly reverted to a human woman over the course of a week on her own. Fleur would make sure the artifacts that did all that would never be used like that again- putting them under lock and key at the university. Franklin and Samantha at long last returned to their ranch. Samantha's transformation was quite easy to reverse. Without the reins, the other artifacts they found on their land are basically harmless, so Fleur gave them a new copy of the ring she destroyed originally and let them keep the tiny totems. After how catastrophically they dropped the ball on keeping the area safe and in order; Fleur gutted the university's management level and replaced basically everyone. She also remained with Hana in the area to monitor things more directly herself just to be sure. A few more people started to go missing here and there, but that was okay. As payment for helping them, Fleur allowed Aluslone to wander freely and try to recruit people. The people going missing now were those that agreed or were seduced by Aluslone to fuse with her. Once she ran out of willing subjects, Aluslone once again wandered from this dimension. She would find another Earth from another universe and pick it of willing companions. And then another. And then another. The few people she made off with now was little price to pay for the absolute mayhem the reins would have had on the world without her intervention. For a while, Fleur even remained in her own body without hijacking Hana. Even she had enough merging for a while.
[i](F&M tf Wolf, Hybrid, Merge)[/i] Joyce held down the picture she clipped from the newspaper for Lobo to see. "See? That is why I had to brush your fur. Now I have a picture of us, and don't you look handsome~?" Lobo tilted his head, let out a huff, and then walked to the other side of the room to plop down in a beam of sunlight from the window. Lobo is a grey wolf... so substantially larger and more feral than a house pet typically is. And frankly; illegal to own within the city in most circumstances. Theodore walked into the room, looking rather well dressed. "Are you ready Joy?" She let out a grumbling sigh and Theo just smiled sympathetically. "This is the last one." She grabbed her handbag and scoot across the room to him. "How many different places are going to interview me? They all ask the same questions too... just, copy and paste what the other news outlets are already reporting. It is not like my answers are going to suddenly change..." She glanced back to Lobo. "Be good while I am out, okay?" Lobo did not even open his eyes, he just let out another huff in reply. Joyce is very lucky to be alive, you see. Two months ago she was on a plane ride about to visit another branch of her work as an ambassador of her own branch. Theodore was already sad to have to see her go for a full week, they already have often clashing work schedules making it difficult to plan outings normally. Due to some turbulent weather and the smaller size of the plane- the pilot decided not to risk it and took a longer route around to their location... not realizing that normal flight paths avoid the area because there are wyvern nests in the cliffs. Wyverns are the dumbest of the dragonids, but even they are still smart enough to know a plane is made of metal and cannot be eaten, so they did not attack the plane. Two wyvern were attacking each other mid-air over a chunk of a dire bear carcass, and did not even see the plane as it desperately tried to evade them- but wyvern are a lot faster and more graceful than most planes. The plane crashed into and killed one wyvern, crushing it against the ground as the plane crashed into a densely forested area around a shallow mountain. Joyce and a man named Florence were the only survivors. Why did it take two months for a rescue? Well... the wyverns. They took one plane down by complete accident- if you send more planes to scan the area, they are also just going to get ripped out of the sky. Joyce and Florence tried to remain close to the crash to make it easier to be found, but they also had to try and gather resources to not starve to death. That was also a challenge, because the area is home to some rather large predators. Wyvern are carrion beasts- they will only steal kills that someone else made; they only actually attack the sick or elderly, because they don't like it when the prey fights back. However... the plane crash killed another wyvern. They are not above cannibalism. Joyce and Florence were beside the crash when the other wyvern came looking for the smell of blood coming from its own fallen, and thinking the humans were trying to steal the carcass- it attacked them and killed Florence. Wyvern are not particularly huge especially by dragon standards, but they are still three times as big as the largest human. Seeing how pathetically weak they were when it killed Florence with almost no fight- it started snapping at Joyce too. It cannot fly below the canopy of the forest or it will collide with all the trees, so it was drastically hindered in its movement, but it still gave Joyce a good chase. She seemed to be as good as dead- but that is also when she met Lobo. Lobo is the alpha of his pack, and they swarmed the wyvern almost immediately. Though they are only a fraction of its size- wolves always hunt in packs, and the wyvern stood absolutely no chance against around forty wolves diving in on it from different directions in a coordinated attack, each ripping off a section of meat as they went. Joyce feared she ran from one predator straight into the next but Lobo had no intention of eating her. At least not in that sense. Now that she is back in civilization she has become a local legend and everyone is celebrating her brave tale of survival. Of how the wolves adopted her as one of their own, sharing their food with her so that she may survive till rescue came. That is the story she is giving them anyway, and Theodore too. Dreading having to at some point tell him the truth. Lobo took her in as an exotic bitch for his pack. Joyce wasn't sure anyone would find her, and she was going to be spending her entire life out there... sooo she has kinda been cheating on Theo for two months... with a wolf. That is why Lobo left his pack and insisted on following Joyce back into the city- he considers her his mate. The only souvenir he himself took is a very long narrow bone from the wyvern wing- a memento of the day he met her. And just a REALLY good chew bone. Knowing Lobo saved her life; the people of Stonegale City were accepting of Lobo coming here- though most were too afraid of the wolf still to approach him. He remained by Joyce at all times though, and when she went out he just remained in the house waiting. As a retired alpha- Lobo was not too keen on taking orders though. He did not understand human rules and did not want to deliberately cause trouble with the humans, knowing he is surrounded by them now, so he very reluctantly played along. He is an older wolf now- a retired alpha. He just wanted to relax in his retirement with his mate. Lobo's face is marked with two scars- visible as bald dull pink flesh where fur can no longer regrow- a cut on his left brow and eyelid, and one dividing his muzzle horizontally across the middle. His iris are a beautiful gold. Joyce remains at home now- her old job offered her the position back once they found out she is actually still alive, but after all that trauma she decided to just be a stay-at-home sort of girlfriend for Theo. That also meant she had alone time with Lobo while Theo was out at work with his own job. She felt bad about it, so she tried to resist Lobo, but she also really likes Lobo! The longer she waits to tell Theo, the harder it gets to tell him at all. Theodore came home from work one day a bit early and heard a bit of a clatter in the study and went to check. He found Joyce sitting at the desk with the laptop open, and her face oddly quite red. Had he walked around the room he would have noticed the laptop isn't even turned on. "Hey, you okay? Your face is red." "Y-well, I dropped something by accident and tried to grab it without getting out of my seat- all the blood went to my face because my head was upside down looking for it, haha." "Ah. Where... is Lobo?" He is always around her, but he was nowhere to be seen in the room, nor did he spot the wolf on the way in. "I am not sure... maybe he went to the bathroom? He is so quiet it is easy to lose track of him." "Mm, yea. Anyway, I will make dinner tonight since I am home early." "Oooh, okay, thanks." Theodore closed the door behind himself to leave her to the study and Joyce breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Lobo under the desk with his butt aimed up into her lap- because his knot is still tied with her pussy. They were fucking in the study on the soft shaggy carpet when Theo came back- but they could not pull apart because they are tied. "I reaaaaallly need to tell him. Tonight." Lobo grumbled. "Doing this behind is back isn't right!" And she did tell him, over dinner. Considering the topic; it did not go that badly... the discussion did go on well into the night though, and since she brought it up at dinner, the both ended up with leftovers because the food got cold while they were rather loudly discussing what she had done. Theodore did not blame her for 'cheating' on him while out in the wilds- if she did not play along with the wolves she could have wound up dead. Like humans, wolves bleed during that 'special time' of the month, and when a predator smells blood- it gets excited. Joyce had been out there for two months and a few days; she had two periods out there, and the wolves would have just assumed she was in heat, even though humans don't really go into heat. So the fact she ended up having to have sex with the wolves made sense, because she had to essentially live like they do in order to survive. Lobo is the alpha, so obviously he gets the first pick of whoever he wants. The part that tripped Theo up, is that she brought Lobo back with her... and continues to have sex with him. At first he just suggested to sign her up for therapy, thinking she had Stockholm syndrome. Lobo had saved her life, and has always treated her well! Joyce was in a precarious placement where she definitely still loved Theo, but she also loves Lobo. They were two different types of lovers though. As a wolf; Lobo obviously isn't great for conversation, he isn't going to take her out on a date. Lobo is a wild love, sex, quiet companionship, protection. Theo is your standard lover; romance, intellectual conversation, and... well, financial soundness now that she abandoned her job. Lobo obviously cannot replace Theo, but he fills other needs. Theo was not very happy about letting Lobo stay with them after discovering what he was doing with her while his back was turned, but ultimately agreed to it- at least for now. Theo plopped down in bed, glancing at the book on the nightstand, wondering if he should read for a bit or go to sleep early. Joyce sauntered in from the attached bathroom wearing nothing but a small shirt and panties, catching his attention quickly enough- not planning to go to sleep, but not planning to read either. Joyce is quite the sight- very wide hips and a bubble butt, long wildly wavy hair to her mid-back, and she is as tall as Theo is. Her skin is a deep red-brown, her hair raven black, and her eyes a pale ice-blue, like full moons in a night sky. Her areola were a bit puffy and bumpy, though relatively small in diameter and have a solid edge to them, and her nipples perfectly defined cylinders. Her nipples were absolute black against her already dark skin- and her lips were an extremely dark red. Joyce's breasts are a pert D cup- a bit too large for the average person's hand to fully encompass, but taut enough that they jiggle rather than wobble. Theodore clearly has some Gaelic blood in him, because he stands in harsh contrast with her with very pale rosen hued flesh. Man couldn't get a suntan to save his life, but he will get a sunburn after about ten seconds of being outside. His hair is wavy but he keeps it too short for anyone to tell- flame red in color. He has a little bit of scruff on his chin right now but will shave that off in the morning- the only facial hair he generally keeps are his very bushy sideburns. He has a thin mat of red hair on his forearms and chest too. He is fairly muscular but not particularly bulbous muscle- it is practical muscle not show muscle. He works at a company that does building restoration and repair so he hauls around rather heavy equipment and materials during the day. His eyes are emerald green- like the rollin' hills o' the highlands. "I will prove to you that having Lobo around hasn't made me love you any less!" Theo huffed. "I don't want to make you jump through hoops to prove yourself to anyone..." She was already climbing onto the foot of the bed on all fours, her wide hips swaying back and forth like a pendulum, keeping time with her movement. When she clawed up over his legs though, she motioned to the nightstand on her side of the bed which had a large grimoire on it. "Since I first got back I have been thinking about using magic to maybe help communicate with Lobo, y'know? Or just put myself into the form of a wolf to experience what him and his pack do. But then I thought- I could use it to help you share the experience I did!" "Teleport me to the forest to be ripped open by dragons?" She grabbed the grimoire and swatted his forehead with it. "To fuck a wolf. I copied a wolf transformation spell I can use on myself. Haha- get fucked by a wolf as a woman and fucked by a man as a wolf, you must think I am a freak..." "Freaky, yes, freak, no. Not sure how I feel about that but... I guess I will try it? I mean, it is still you on the inside." He seen her taking a separate page out of the book that she copied the spell onto it. "You know you can just activate the runes in the grimoire itself, right?" "Yea but the version in the grimoire is for turning me fully into a feral beast; mind too. So I made a separate copy that skips the step that transfers my humanity to another vessel, so I retain my humanity in wolf form." She activated the spell while sitting up on her knees on either side of Theo's legs. Theo could actually feel her bones shifting through vibrations into the bed. The transformation was very quick, so it is a good thing she did not attempt this while standing completely upright or she would have immediately fallen over. The first change that hit her was fur- a prickly and warm feeling on her shins, forearms, and upper back all at once, causing her to squirm and cry out in surprise. When the same feeling hit her crotch she yelped and fell forward, holding herself off of Theo by only one hand, and her tits jostling around just off his crotch, causing an erection to slowly tent the sheet between them. Joyce's pubes replaced themselves entirely with black fur instead, but the most intense was the fur that grew from her tailbone- because it was also accompanied by growth of the bone and muscle around it at the same time, magnifying the sensation enough to make her nearly flop over entirely; squirming around trying to escape the intense feeling on reflex. In only a couple of seconds her tail bone stretched into a chubby cone, then a fluffy noodle, and finally a full and proper tail! A wolf tail is quite bushy, so the black fur is nearly seven inches long on her tail! This also caused the fur from her crotch to spread and join the fur from the base of her tail quickly. The fur that started on her forearms and shins swept down to her hands and feet fast, and when her knuckles became hairy her hands let out dull crunching sounds and the bones there started to shift abruptly. Fat gathered and swelled bubbles out of the skin, which caused the skin to become denser and darkened to true matte black! Pads on the tips of each finger as well as a fat pad between the base of each finger- so close together that they are partially fused together taking up the entire top of the palm... which does not sound like much, but her palm is also stretching much longer! The balls of her feet and the fronts of her palms actually swelled with muscle and meat beyond just the pads- creating a wedge of meat to stand on. This meant that her fingers and toes were sort of permanently crooked slightly around the curvature of this muscle structure, so they did not extend nearly as far out off her palm as before even though skeletally they are exactly the same length. The digits also bulked up a bit, so they rub together a bit when she moves them, unless she for some reason deliberately spreads them. The body of her hand remained the same structure- it just got much, much longer, which also causes her thumb to be distanced from the rest of her digits, shrinking and regressing into dew claws. Her nails thickened, but also narrowed- getting darker with each added layer till they were long claws, though the ends of them are not especially sharp. Wolves have no mechanism to extend or retract their claws really, so their points naturally dull against the ground as they walk. With a tail already wagging behind her on reflex and all four limbs turning canine, Joyce was hit with a sudden... dulling of her thoughts. It was a heat but not a physical heat, a... mental heat? Her crotch tingled with an automatic pleasure as the nerves came to life on their own and started to squirm into a new shape! She spotted the tent in the sheets over Theo's crotch and immediately scoot forward and sat down- grinding her pussy into his shaft through the sheet! Her hips popped loudly causing her to gasp sharply in surprise- her hips were quite wide for a human, but they quickly shrank and compressed, becoming extremely narrow, but also deep. This caused her torso on her lower body to change proportions so her organs still fit- this bulged out the area just over her crotch and consequently shoved her pubic mound back to make room! Her pussy now faced backward fully- because rather than a gradual slope her crotch was now more of a cylinder, so the pubic floor is at more of an angle from the rest of her. Incidentally this also made it easier to grind on him from a sitting position. Her hips shifting also sped along the transformation of her thighs as the fur from both her lower back and lower legs consumed it from two different angles at once. Her thighs became much flatter, but longer width-wise, making them more disk shaped. Joyce let out a slightly delirious chuckle and her entire body shivered at the feeling of her pussy changing shape. Her clitoral hood thickened and fused to the upper side of her clit making them inseparable, and then following the edges of the hood her labia started to fatten and darken into a glossy black as they projected further and further out off her torso! The lower portion pulled into two soft points, causing the outer labia to loosely form a triangular pillow in shape. Her clit remained somewhat visible on the outside as a plump bulge on the lower 'corner' of the triangle. When in heat- the canine clit erects, but since it is fused with the hood which is in turn fused to the labia- it stretches the entire labia further out, as if offering the moist pillowy flesh on a platter. Because the flesh is so springy and soft it follows the cock out of her body, so it never fully leaves her. What she did not expect however is what happened to her panties. The pink fabric seemed to become completely amorphous for a moment and break away, collapsing into the front! Her entire body got goosebumps from the feeling as her panties FUSED to her pussy! The skin color had turned glossy black, but the pink panties quickly turned it pastel pink, making it stand out tremendously among all the black fur surrounding it! Her labia got even a bit bigger and fatter from the mass stolen from the panties! Theo's eyes had obviously already been locked on the plump pussy grinding into his shaft and creating an increasingly large wet spot on the sheet between them, so he noticed before even she did. "Y-your panties... became part of you?" Joyce immediately sat up again, lifting her front paw off him to try and get a better look at herself, but before she seen the fate of her vulva she noticed it was happening to her shirt too! When the growth of her fur hit the sleeves of her tiny shirt it started to use the shirt itself!! Her fur abruptly turns BLUE on her upper arms! Though she cannot see it herself the same has already happened on her upper back! Her shirt is no longer separate from her body- it has turned into a deep blue fur! Joyce quickly lifted her left paw, remembering she also had braided silver ring on! For a moment she could not find it at all- it is no longer on the digit it had been, nor fused to it. What she found instead is that the claw on that one digit is entirely encased in silver! It took a shape appropriate for her transformation. The spell was not able to distinguish entirely what is her body and what is just being worn on her body, so even inanimate objects that are shoved against her while transforming will be absorbed! Joyce lulled her head back and groaned as the vertebrae in her neck pressurized and started to crack and pop as her neck lengthened- the sounds quite loud because they echo in her throat. Her breasts shrank but her chest grew fur at the same rate, which shoved her shirt back out at the same elevation from the rest of her as it had already been anyway. Like with the rest of it though- once her breasts were utterly missing the fabric seemed to collapse like a liquid and stained the fur with its coloration. Her hips jerked forward and a look of surprise came over her face as six spots started to darken on her still naked midriff and the skin condensed and started to push forward- growing into canine teats! Since she is more than horny enough already obviously, Theo pulled the sheet out from between them, wedged a thumb between himself and his shaft to angle it up a bit and used his other hand to push her hips back into place- sliding her down his shaft. Her thrusts were deliberate now- and she swirled her hips around on the shaft skewering her, panting loudly. The teats grew quite thick, and longer than her human nipples had been. Long enough at least to penetrate through the fur that is quickly collapsing in on them. The fur spread up from her crotch first, dividing the two rows of three teats. Then the fur collapsed in around them from her sides, out from the middle, and down from her chest all at once. Joyce's voice seemed to drop a pitch as her chest cracked in rapid-fire as all her ribs changed angle slightly to shove the front of her chest further forward, though not by a lot. The bone processes of her upper back vertebrae lengthened as her back muscles grew and her shoulder blades shoved down around the ribs more and lengthened slightly, locking her upper limbs into a quadraped stance to match her back limbs. As if to hide the fact her neck is much longer now, the fur exploded in length when it surpassed her shoulders, giving her a very large bushy mane- hiding the slope of her neck entirely. The roots of her hair tingled, making her scrunch her face up from the feeling, but her hair did not fall out. Like her clothing- rather than replace it, it was just incorporated into the rest! A wave of softness washed down through her hair, making it a bit lighter and causing it to increase in volume, making it fluffier, but other than that it remained exactly how it is. It still very much looked like normal, black human hair on a wolf. At least it perfectly matched her fur- unlike her clinging clothing. Her deep scarlet lips turned to glossy black and her jaws pushed forward as her face stretched out- forcing her lips to part a bit as the jaw was shoving forward. Her teeth seemed to knit together as they lengthened into fangs. Her upper jaw and the front of her nose equalized in length, facing the bottom of her nose forward as the face pulled out and it became textured black skin, becoming damp and cool to the touch; working overtime to try and balance her body temperature after the changes. Joyce did not miss a beat at all- she immediately shoved into his tight abs with the fat, bouncy pads of her front paws and started grinding and hopping on his dick eagerly without so much as pausing after the changes! The entire transformation had only taken around five minutes total, so it was quite fast, not giving either of them much time to think about the individual changes. Her plush pussy felt divine as it bunched up at the base of his dick as he plunged into her, then stretched out, squeezing tighter at the end as she pulled off so it stretched and remained almost entirely covering his shaft- she drops back down before it is actually able to slide off him! It did not take Theodore long to approach orgasm, but he isn't one to take things sitting down, nor leave a lady wanting. She hadn't cum yet- at least not fully, she had several mini-orgasms, including one while just transforming. He bent his legs up, then shoved up with his hips, knocking her entire body forward forcing her to scoot her front paws up and she booped her wet nose against his a moment, blushing- though you could not tell through her fur. She then turned her head a bit so she could kiss him with her glossy black lips, and he hugged her, digging his fingers into the bushy deep blue fur on her upper torso. The fur there is slightly longer than the rest of her body too- the added length stolen from the clothes it ate. Gripping her tightly; he hopped up off the bed and quickly flipped over, letting go just in time to grab himself so he did not flop his body weight on top of her- although she is no smaller as a wolf as she was a human. He reversed their positions without pulling out! Joyce made a few odd breathy huffs, which he assumed was just as close to a chuckle as a wolf could vocalize. She rest her chubby paw pads on his shoulders- her front legs along the tops of his arms holding him up off her. Her thighs hooked around his so her ankles were on the outside of his thighs and her back paws just limply bobbing with his thrusts. Her tail was twitching against the bed- trying to wag on reflex alone but pinned against the sheets too firmly to actually move. Her human hair fanned out around the bed under her wolf head- the deep waves in the hair length caused it to lick this way and that, making it look messier than it actually is. Switching positions partially reset the pleasure tension, letting him edge himself back, and now in charge of the thrusts he drew himself forward more so the base of his cock ground as tightly in toward her hidden clit. When he pulls back his dick- because it is relatively air-tight; when her vulva stretches to stay with his penis it creates a weak vacuum seal, causing the stretched portion of the labia to collapse inward and hug the shaft tighter, as if her pussy refuses to let him go. Theo was able to set her off into a full-on climax, and Joyce howled loudly, throwing her head back. Her pussy rippling and shuddering erratically in orgasm very quickly triggered Theo though, but he could orgasm now knowing he got the job done and filled her hungry pussy with searing hot goo- equalizing the pressure, causing the labia to loosen their grip on his shaft and allow him to actually slide out. As soon as Theo got off her, Joyce rolled onto her side and curled up in the sheets looking rather content, so Theo did not want to bother her to get cleaned up right then. She remained a wolf through the night and Theo spooned with her- feeling her soft bushy black- and blue- fur against him as he slept. Her howl immediately woke up Lobo in the other room, and he loomed in the hall outside their bedroom, sniffing the air. He could smell sex, he could smell wolf. But he could only smell Joyce and Theodore. Even as a wolf; Joyce's personal identifying scents remained the same, so he could tell she was in the shape of a wolf, but still knew it was her. He however cannot operate the door- so he could not get in to investigate further. ----- [center][color=goldenrod][b][u]01 She's A Little Bit Extra[/color][/b][/u][/center] ----- Joyce woke up the next day with a warm but refreshing breeze blowing in through the window- the early morning sun still slow enough to cast a beam of light almost directly onto the bed, making the pale bedsheets seem to glow. Theo had already woken up well ahead of her and gone off to work, his team is fixing up an old opera theatre today. She flopped over; her foot twitching to keep herself awake, but too groggy to will herself to sit up yet. Theo left the bedroom door open so Lobo was also in the room, sitting in the middle of the circular rug at the foot of the bed, watching Joyce with curiosity. The breeze coming in made the sheets feel nice and cool against her skin, she didn't wanna have to get up! She forced her eyes open a moment, looking at her hand gripping the sheets with the warm sunlight on the back, and then immediately shot upright in the bed with a surprised look on her face. She has a hand! She never reverted the spell, why does she have hands?! Joyce quickly pat herself down and looked over her whole body- her shirt was once again just a shirt that barely covered her entire rib cage, her panties once again just panties. She is fully human, without having undone the wolf spell. "The fuuuck? Did Theodore cast the reversal on me?" Lobo jumped up onto the bed, rocking her back and forth from his weight- since he is nearly the same size she is. "You missed the show, Lobo. I was able to turn myself into a wolf! I was with Theo last night though... well, now that I know how- I can turn myself into a wolf for you too later, hehe~" Lobo was already sniffing the air rather intently, but caused her to flinch at the feeling of his cold wet nose actually touch her panties just over her pussy, and he started to smell that even harder. "You naughty dog, you~. Mmm, actually thinking of the fun last night... I could go again. Certainly wake me up quicker than coffee will." Lobo pulled his nose back a moment and for the first time ever- HE looked surprised. Her pussy had suddenly grown! Joyce scrambled around to grab and yank her panties off knowing what happened last time. Wait, why was she transforming now? She still isn't sure why she reverted at all in the first place. Transforming even faster than the night before- her tail and the fur on it grew out at the same speed, flicking back and forth as it grew, it took only three seconds to fully form! Her body felt almost like it was made of a dense putty- not at all solid, and freely being shaped by formless hands. Her hands and feet went rigid and stretched, shoving her up higher and causing her to flop onto all fours, and she quickly scrambled to get her shirt off before that fused too! She could not get the ring off in time, so once again her left paw had a single silver claw. Lobo pressed his face under her- lifting her hips with his head! He slid his head out till his nose popped out over her pussy and then he caught her by his tongue quickly darting into her vagina as it fell back down! He already considered Joyce his mate- so having her actually turn into a wolf was icing on the cake for him. Theo had lots of fun with her form last night, but for Lobo it is a dream come true. Her limbs completely transformed, then her shoulders and hips, then her body changed proportions and then the changes rippled up her neck. The fur was practically racing across her skin, keeping the rapid pace of the internal changes, so the fur perfectly traced the expansion of her neck, then her jaws, and entire face till she was once again a black wolf entirely! Well, except her hair, which again remained as-is. Lobo wasted no time at all putting his long flat tongue to use, digging into her pussy. Her bag legs trembled and the pleasure drained their strength so her rump was being held up almost as much by Lobo's face as with her own back legs! Once he made her nice and wet, she let her go and her lower half slumped down a bit- by the time she lifted it under her own strength again he skewered it! His front paws hooked around her midriff and held her surprisingly tight as he rammed his canine cock into her! She is the same overall mass in wolf form as she is human- so he fit her just as tightly either way. His dick is actually larger than Theo's... and thanks to the knot at its base- substantially thicker too. Lobo's knot swelled in the sheath, bopping against the fat labia to pin the clit against her till it was fully engorged and he shoved into her hard enough to pop the knot in- such a tight fit that it forced the sheath back further than it would normally be able to, to pin the knot outside of it. When he pulled back though, his dick came out surprisingly easy? He should be plenty big enough to tie her, which shouldn't let him pull that far back. He pulled back a bit more out of curiosity and almost stumbled back entirely when it came out far too easily! Lobo quickly shoved back forward but missed his mark... which should be impossible because he was not even completely outside of her in the first place! His cock somehow shoved into her clit and then out the other side!! Joyce cried out in startled pleasure and looked under herself to see his cock shove into her clit and stretch it out gigantically- into the shape of his cock! Her labia now trailed onto the backside of his scrotum! They fused together!! She can feel HIS cock! It twitched now erratically below them because it is being fed from two different hearts that are not beating with the same rhythm! Joyce was stunned utterly, and even Lobo froze in place. He is a brave wolf when facing danger, but mutations to his junk are an opponent he doesn't know how to fight. Oh fuuuuck. The spell... I didn't remove my humanity, but the spell must have still created a beasthood to place in me to act as a guide for the changes. I didn't know to remove that part of the runic array. That is why I changed back in my sleep- in my dreams I regard myself as a human so my form shifted back. When I remembered I was supposed to be a wolf temporarily I started to turn back wolf! My body is unstable! She tried to pull out from under Lobo but they were fully fused at the crotch. And my body is amorphous while transforming, which means other objects- or creatures- can join into me... Well that is a problem. The only way she knows how to fix that is to remove either her beasthood or humanity entirely to restore a stable wolf or human form... but she needs a vessel to place it in, and she does not own one. She cannot use the counterspell like this, because she is fluctuating between forms, which means if it shifts while the counterspell is still working it will remove part of the wrong side- permanently giving her a percentage of wolf traits. Lobo tried to tug back again but wasn't able to- doing so just yanked her labia and his sheath tight and caused their shared dick to flick up and down violently, causing them both to flinch. She did not know how to properly divide them, so to gain a bit of stability she instead shoved back into his crotch while deliberately trying to will herself to shift- causing her to become amorphous and absorb more of him into her! His crotch sunk into her rump entirely till both their butts were one and the same. Their combined tail became twice as long and twice as bushy! As a grey wolf; Lobo is slate grey on top but most of his body is white fur. When his tail mixed into Joyce's tail, the white turned slate grey, and what had been grey already now turned black. Their hips and legs combined and since they were essentially the same- it just produced legs and hips that looked exactly the same, just at a much larger size, with the same color shift as the tail. Well... there, we won't hurt ourselves trying to move around anyway, but this is still extremely awkward... you cannot dismount. I guess I could go amorphous deliberately and try to just pull you out... but there would be no way to ensure a clean-cut. You could end up with some of my parts, and me with some of yours... Her eyes paused on their shared dick for several moments. Nnn, not that I wouldn't want to take that thing for a test run... She also could not straighten her body out- her back half was now almost exactly twice as big as the front, because it is two wolves in one; so their butt was just up in the air because their limbs were mismatched in size. Joyce shuffled them toward the side of the bed and put a paw on the grimoire to see if she could find an alternative solution, but when she arched her spine to get her paw up onto the table- Lobo sunk deeper! His head sunk into the middle of her back and vanished! His arms and shoulders sunk around her and then against the ground! The extra spinal length started to shove Joyce up off the bed entirely, now held up by Lobo's front legs instead of her own! Their back half started to shrink down and the size spread through their entire body! Her paws started to compress and broaden- returning to human hands! Her fur thinned but did not regress entirely. Her neck shortened but the fur remained just as bushy, causing it to compress outward into a fluffy fur collar that looked more like a lion mane than a wolf's. She groaned at the bizarre feeling of her skull compressing back, her muzzle shrinking... but it did not shrink entirely, either! Her upper body was again human in shape, though retained many wolf features still. She had fur but it was now very short on most of her- more like the pelt of a horse, where it is so short and dense that it does not hide a single curve or crease of the body below it. Her pads no longer had fat bubbles in them, but the skin remained dense and dark there, so they were still shallow bumps. Her breasts returned but her teats did not leave- rather than two D cup breasts on her chest, she has six B cup breasts on her midriff! Joyce has claws on her fingertips still but they are translucent grey now instead of charcoal. Her muzzle is abnormally short, but she still has one, making her head structure almost more like a Chihuahua. Her lower half is entirely that of a wolf... minus the head. She is... a grey and black hermaphrodite wolf-taur! "Can talk?" Her voice was a bit rumbly and lower pitched but it still worked. "Okay. I need to... myself? When is... she?" Her brow furrowed when she realized she does not know who she is! As a beast, Lobo does not often reflect on the past. In order to survive- most of his thoughts are his instincts guiding him opposed to conscious pondering, so the difference in Joyce's mind was not immediately noticeable. When she thought about solving their situation however- she regarded herself as both Joyce- his mate- and Joyce -herself-. She was thinking both first and third person. Because Lobo is also in there. His head completely vanished into her torso- which means his mind is also hers, they are neither Lobo nor Joyce at the moment, they are... Loyce? They looked at their humanoid hands a moment. "Well... at least our body is functional like this. Still too much other, though." They are still unstable, because there is one humanity and two beasthood, but the equivalent of only two physical bodies to host it. Loyce could tell they were unstable- a subtle twitch or unusual pressure in their muscles. A pang in their mind, of wanting to shift even though they knew it was bad for them. Changing would not settle it though- if they went full feral their body would just try to turn human, if they go full human it will just try to turn feral again. A vessel for a humanity or beasthood are usually either special cut prisms, or just tiny containers made of mana-insulating material. Not generally something you can just pick up at your local jewelry store. Well, there is one problem they can easily solve- this raging boner that never got to pop. Obviously Loyce cannot bend it around in a full circle to penetrate themselves. Their cock is immediately in front of the balls and their pussy immediately behind them. They backed themselves up, bumping their plush canine labia against the perfectly round head of one of the bedposts and started to shove back against it, lubing it up with all the salty juices from their wet honeypot. Their cock bobbed heavily under them, but scrunching up the canine body, placing a humanoid hand on the bed- they could get their other hand under themselves and grabbed the dick with it to masturbate. They had to be very gentle since a sheathed phallus isn't really meant to grab and jack off like a human penis can be- but once their palm was slick with pre it did not matter. With their head lulled back they shoved back hard enough to pop the sphere of the bedpost into their pussy- even though it was a bit larger than a softball! They masturbated the rigid cock, but because the nerves concentrated so much into the knot their hand settled there, sliding their grip across the curvature of the massive knot, then gently tugging forward at the back of it where it is the most sensitive. Working both the pussy and dick at the same time spiked their pleasure quickly- not to mention to get their hand under themselves, Loyce's arm had to pass between all six of their little breasts on the human midriff. Moving their arm at all also jostled their many little tits around, and rubbed the turgid teats! They climaxed hard, rolling forward limp and shuddering as the cock erupted all over the bed. Oh well; sheets needed to be changed thanks to last night anyway. Luckily they slumped over forward- if they fell backwards the bedpost probably would have skewered them a little too hard, instead of harmlessly popping out. They lay there catching their breath for some time- the human half lying completely flat while the wolf lower half was awkwardly scrunched up with its butt in the air, looking as graceless as possible. After some time they flipped through the grimoire- the claws of the humanoid hands made dividing and flipping the pages easy. Unfortunately it was as Joyce initially expected- the spell creates a beasthood to accompany the physical changes for the sake of stability in the form, whether or not you remove the humanity first. The counterspell can remove the beasthood but if it's moving around it may unintentionally cut out part of her humanity by mistake. So she cannot use the magic solution to the problem because she can't aim it properly at a moving target. The only way to fix their body entirely is to let the extra beasthood discharge itself... and to do that, it needs a vessel other than someone's body. If she accidentally lets some of her humanity out, she can just syphon it back out of the container. The container won't be overfull, so what it contains can be targeted because it won't be in constant flux. Once the container only has beasthood in it- the counterspell will destroy it. So Loyce's next order of business was looking up a spell for telepathic linking- and opened a path between Joyce and Lobo for when they divide again, and from both of them to Theodore. Interrupting him momentarily at work to tell him of the current situation. He wanted to immediately rush home but she suggested otherwise. Rushing home would tip people off that something is wrong- and it isn't something he can fix right now anyway. Though a bit rugged sounding; Loyce does have a human voice, and they have one of those fancy new rotary phones- so they naturally already called all of the local Arcanums in Stonegale... no dice. There is only one that stocks them regularly and they are currently sold out. The other shops sell them, but do not regularly stock them, you have to order it first. So they aren't going to be able to get their hands, er... paws on a proper vessel- which are simply called Animus. Good thing she no longer works then, because Loyce sure as heck isn't walking around in public like this. Aside from the fact they would be embarrassed at messing up a spell like this- there is also the fact Joyce is banging Lobo that would go public. Also if anyone else bumped into them in public- they could potentially also fuse to them. So, this could go from bad to catastrophic pretty easily. Best to just stay put for a few days and wait it out. Maranda walked into her boss' office looking like a puppy with a tail between its legs. "Y-you wanted to see me, sir?" He slowly lowered the papers he was reading to look at her over the mountain of other pages and photos on his desk the other reporters left him for approval. He is the head of a rather large news publication- but the local paper swept Joyce's story out from under their noses. "Yea... yea, I would like to see my reporters. When there aren't enough stories to fill the pages, I would very much enjoy if my reporters brought me something to put there. That is your JOB, IS IT NOT?!" "Yes sir! But... well... nothing is really happening. All news publications are just echoes of the Joyce survival story... it is like two parrots talking to one another- they just keep repeating the same thing back and forth." He growled, shoving one of the paper hills completely over onto the floor. "Yea, no shit." He motioned to the papers he knocked over. "Might as well have just cut that shit out from one of the other papers and glue it onto ours." Maranda sighed. "She only did four interviews, and the rest was trickle-down information and hearsay. There could be new information to glean from it, but I would need to get it from her." He ran his fingers through his hair. "But she isn't doing anymore interviews." "So the only way I get anything new is if I don't ask her for it." His gaze slowly rose back to her face. "Are you suggesting...? Nah. You know what- look, I don't ask you how you do your job. I tell you to get a story- I don't care how you did it, I will never ask. I have never, and WILL never suggest you fucking stalk someone, because that is psychotic. That is illegal, and if I find out you did it, I WILL report you to the police. I don't need that shit being associated to my paper." He leaned closer, putting his elbows on the table. "If I find out you stalked someone to spy information; you are dead to me, as far as I am concerned- you have never worked here. But I don't ask where you get your information. Because what people don't know, won't hurt 'em." Maranda let out an even longer sigh. "Got it. I am on it, sir." ----- [center][color=goldenrod][b][u]02 Knot Too Big[/u][/b][/color][/center] ----- That night it was a bit awkward for everyone. Lobo and Joyce shared a body, but Lobo and Theodore were not particularly close- and he still did not know what to feel about Lobo being around at all. As Loyce; they were not able to differentiate what thoughts belonged to Lobo and what belonged to Joyce. They also could not sit in the chairs at the kitchen table because of their long taur body type- though sitting their back legs down, front legs straight and torso straight up; they are tall enough to eat off the table while sitting on the floor. Theo sort of kept his distance- not snuggling with her while they watched movies later because doing so would also be snuggling with Lobo. When it came to their sleeping arrangements; Theo actually ended up sleeping on the couch, by his own suggestion. The part of Loyce that is Lobo felt weird about sleeping up on their bed, but Joyce wasn't keen to sleep on the floor. Theo ended up just leaving the entire bedroom to them, so Lobo felt a little less awkward about being up on the bed- though apparently he proffered a firmer surface to sleep on. He does like a soft surface to prop his head on still though; so he likes pillows. Theodore was getting ready for work the next day and was startled when Loyce spoke up, and sat up tall on the bed. "The time after the 'morrow. The Animus can be here." Theo turned to look at them. "Wow... you're actually awake before noon?!" "The Lobo in us. We wakes with the sun." Theo turned to get back to combing out his hair. He returned to the bedroom in the morning assuming Loyce would be too soundly asleep to disturb. This was the bathroom with his toothbrush in it, and he is used to getting ready in the full body mirror on the reverse side of the door. "The day after tomorrow is the earliest it can arrive. It could take up to five days for the Animus to arrive. If I recall... the reason they don't stock Animus in the shops themselves is because if someone attempted to rob the store- they could use the Animus in it to turn all the police who arrive at the scene into animals... which would obviously be bad." He nodded to himself in the mirror- his hair is so short it only takes a few swipes with the comb and he is done already. "It is my weekend after today though, so at least I will be home to try and help you maintain what little semblance of order we still have around here, heh." Theodore paused when he turned to actually face them. It was so strange... he could clearly see his wife in there- but she was dressed as a wolf, and then grafted to an actual wolf at the hip. You look at their junk from the front it looks male; you look from the back it looks female. It is also odd looking at a perfectly human shaped chest that utterly lacks any nipples- because they are all down on her midriff, so the chest is a complete blank. Theo only just noticed now, but her eye color changed; influenced by Lobo. In the early dawn light catching in their iris; their eyes glisten like polished gemstones. Their eyes are a bright emerald green... an eye color neither of them had before. Joyce has ice blue eyes, but Lobo has golden eyes... mix yellow and blue together; you get green. A bright green, since the blue was pale. Theo told Joyce to behave and Lobo to look after her, and off to work he went leaving the two to loom around the house trying to figure out what to do with themselves. If it was Joyce alone occupying her time would be easy... problem is that with Lobo in her- he doesn't have much of an attention span, and doesn't really care about the things she would normally do. Like watching television. It looks more real to humans than it does to any other species. Human minds are trained to recognize patterns- so when they see the image of a person on a TV screen, their mind thinks 'oh hey, a person'. When another species looks at the TV, they recognize that it does indeed look like a person, but they also realize that the television screen is flat and thus it cannot be a person, and ignore it. They do not get the concept of pretending that it is real, or the point of putting on shows, so the entertainment value is utterly lost. Wolves hunt, they play with one another, they play to practice for the hunt, they breed, they raise others to play and hunt. All practical things. They do not need to put on puppet shows to entertain themselves. They do not need to read the words of past lives so books do not hold his interest, either. He learns through experience; if he does not experience it, then he also does not need to learn it. Maranda knocked on the front door, and Loyce got up to plod over to the front door, stopping after a few steps, remembering there is no way they can answer the door in their current state. They turned and leered out the bedroom window instead to see who it is- the bedroom is on the second floor and almost directly over the front door. They smelled the breeze coming in the window, and using the combined archive of all scents they have encountered- immediately knew this was no one either of them had encountered before. "Camera around neck. Book bag... reporter. No more interviews. Annoying." Maranda looked up, sensing eyes on her but Loyce quickly ducked fully into the window again before being spotted. Maranda cocked her brow before glancing around the entire neighborhood... and deciding to look a little closer. No one home, so then no one around to mind if she peeks inside, right? She wandered over to the huge living room window- it stuck out of the front of the house in a half-circle so the ledge inside is covered in plants so they can take advantage of all the light. Maranda looked around the floor... clean. No fencing to section off areas, no chew toys. Though that is what you'd expect for a dog... would a wolf actually use that stuff? Maranda was half expecting the house to be a bit of a mess. Lobo isn't even a wolf that was raised by humans, he is a hundred percent feral, and only knew human civilization existed for a bit over a week now. How do you bring something that savage into a modern home and have it just fit right in? She wandered around the house, taking a few photos here and there of the house. The Lobo portion of Loyce did not care about Maranda at all- she did not seem like a possible threat. Small, weak, unarmed human woman? He could kill her faster than she could scream for help if he needed to. The Joyce portion however knew that murdering her isn't a viable option in the first place, and if she continues to nose around- they might get spotted in their current state. And if Maranda is nosy enough to be peeping into their home, she is definitely the type to try and publish photos of Loyce's unfortunate state. Loyce hummed and then groaned, scrunching up their face trying to concentrate and think of a plan, but it was hard. It was easier to think of other things than to think of themselves- because they currently have no true 'self'. They have two different sets of memories for two different beings, so both Joyce and Lobo are regarded as both another person and themselves. Loyce decided to try and shift their form around. Their body is unstable, having one more beasthood than they actually need, which means if Joyce draws out her beasthood fully- they will turn feral. Her humanity will still be in there obviously, but not visible on the surface. If Maranda spots a feral wolf she will just assume it is Lobo only- she isn't going to know Joyce is also in there. They lurched forward, placing their hands on the floor with their human-ish half bent fully over. Warm tingling passed over them to their head and the thin fur pelt started to grow to proper length. They groaned as their face grew longer- their skull expanding both forward but also enlarging a bit; since wolves have proportionally large heads. Because their mouth was already open, the sound of their neck lengthening rapidly came as loud, hollow pops in rapid fire- echoing out through their throat. The ultra-fluffy mane equalized up the length of the neck- though remained quite plush. Loyce's hands stretched out and the pads re-inflated, restoring them to full paws. Their ribs popped, extending outward a bit and the shoulders rolled forward locking them into four legged posture. The small breasts behind the six teats regressed, but the teats themselves remained large enough to still be visible through the fur. The transformation seemed to stall there. Wait... she took a fully feral form, but their forms aren't properly aligned! They are effectively a six-legged wolf! It is the upper body of a wolf, repeated. Where the back legs are supposed to be on the front wolf- is the front legs of the back wolf. There is a large strip of very long, bushy fur between the shoulders of the back wolf- likely influenced by where the tail is supposed to be on the front body. Before Joyce could try to fix the form, their combined curiosity sparked amusement and Loyce quickly skittered around the room on all six! Their movement was more like an ermine at this point due to the length of their body, but the extra set of limbs in the middle gave them plenty of support still. They flow around the furniture like liquid, darting around the room, climbing over things they would not normally be able to without either falling off, or knocking it over. They darted into the hallway, running to the other side at full speed, enjoying how very agile this form is, then turned, ran halfway back down before turning and darting down the stairs! Again; they darted down the stairs at a speed that would normally be impossible without tumbling down head first! When they got to the bottom they froze up though in fear- remembering what they were trying to do in the first place. The bottom of the stairs is in view of the living room window! The house is not especially big and the bottom floor has a good number of windows. Luckily Maranda was nowhere to be seen. She is definitely still present- but must have moved to the backyard for now, so she could not see Loyce. Loyce took a step back, concentrated on the proper form of a wolf, and then darted forward- deliberately running head-first into the wall across from the bottom of the stairs! Their head was shoved back while their rump shoved forward- the middle of their bodies collapsing in on one another! Their entire body felt like a full water balloon for a moment, rippling like it is made of some dense liquid. A gentle pressure radiated out from all over their form, and their entire body started to grow! Uh oh; even if they are a normal wolf in appearance, they still have the biomass of two entire bodies. Their eye color also shifted oddly- the shuffling of their body caused their minds to do a hard divide! They still shared a brain but now Lobo had the left side and Joyce had the right side, so there was two distinct lines of thought, but they could hear each other's thoughts at all times. The left eye turned gold, the right turned ice blue, signaling which half of the brain belonged to whom. The floor started to look further away as their body rose larger and larger! Their fur became longer and bushier- looking rather majestic and flowing now. Their mane is so bushy it looks like their neck and back have a large hump- but it's entirely made of fur. The fur color remained a mix of the two- dark grey on most of their body but pure black on the back of their body and tail. By the time they stopped growing they were the size of a large bear... which is still bigger than the largest species of wolf, unless you're talking prehistoric- a dire wolf is big enough to fight and kill lions. Their genitals remained unchanged- full hermaphroditic. Lobo turned their head toward the kitchen to circle around the house on the inside. Scare. Y-you speak English?! Wait, I guess thoughts don't have true language, and since I am reading your thoughts... He went to move them forward but Joyce tried to move them back, causing the muscles to freeze in place from conflicting orders. Wait! Joyce want gone? Scare away, simple. Yea but we look absolutely gigantic, if she gets a good look at us, she is going to know something is wrong. She is a reporter- it is her job to tell people things, so if she finds a monstrously giant wolf in our house she is going to tell the whole city and cause a lot of unwanted problems. You'll scare more than just her. Repurpose Huh? Oh, you mean our biomass? I mean, I guess we could sort of do that. They seen a shadow pass one of the side windows- Maranda was coming back around to the front! Their body is now too large to use the stairs easily- their paw is a bit broader than the individual steps are! They had no choice but to try to shuffle their proportions around, but how? They can't outright get rid of biomass, so their overall size can't actually change. A very gentle inward pull surrounded their body as it veeeerry slightly started to shrink- and in its place their tail got still larger and still bushier! They darted to the front wall of the ground floor- between the large window and the front door which also has a small window at the top. This should be a dead-zone for visibility, but they still cannot move around till they know the reporter is gone, and they can't know she is gone if they can't look out the window without potentially getting caught. Suddenly a massive, pleasant pressure entered their balls so abruptly they actually audibly gurgled! The muscular orbs clenched, pulled up their pelvis and expanded! The balls enlarged and the body shrank so rapidly that they could actually feel the mass being drawn down and concentrated! The sheath swelled fat and their dick started to get forced out from lack of room inside! The movement and growth also caused it to start to erect rapidly, which also made it evacuate the sheath rather fast. Whah~ hy-... why there?! You ho-oooh... horny nut! Penis expands, normal. Oh... yea. She supposed she understood that logic. A penis naturally expands itself, so it would seem more normal for a sudden shift in size there... but obviously nothing like this. But even if they stood directly in front of the window- as long as they are relatively close to the wall- their dick won't be visible to the outside, it would be below the window frame, so Maranda can't tell. Their balls let off some deep squelching sounds from the rapid expansion of tissue, muffled under the velvety scrotum, and the twin orbs now swung lower than their knees! Their knot only barely started to engorge when it was already forced out of the sheath because the entire dick had already become too big to fit inside! Long enough to poke them in the chest before it fully erected and it was still growing beyond that! The growth felt like getting an erection even after it was already erect, but was soon echoed with the slightly itchy sensation of too-tight flesh. They could feel the veins under the surface squirm as they fattened and throbbed rock-hard with each pulse, digging deeper into the flesh as it lengthened to make sure the entire monster was well fed. The end of the dick as well as the entire knot started to blush a gentle shade of violet because those were the two points blood gathered with the most pressure. The curvature of the knot swelled even further out, becoming steeper and even more defined against the rest of the shaft. The entire cock wobbled around rather aggressively below them, making itself known by its increasing weight tugging at the sheath. It started to thud against their chest with more force as it grew up past it, getting long enough to reach the base of their neck and still growing! On the plus side- their body was starting to look... almost normal wolf size. A very large timber wolf anyway. The knot swelled obscenely giant- each segment of it now as big as a softball and still growing. The skin was pulled so tight across it and the inside swollen so full that it felt too solid to be flesh at all- more like a sphere of hard rubber. The red hue of the shaft deepened, making the veins look like millions of black hairs below the surface in contrast. Their entire cock felt so tight that it almost felt itchy- all of the pleasure nerves inside being teased with every pulse causing pleasure jolts to mirror them, making their hips jerk on reflex as they burbled pre onto the floor under them. Every segment of the knot now as large as an ostrich egg- matching the size of the enlarged balls! The shaft now long enough to touch the halfway point on their neck if they bowed their head! Their chest angled it down slightly- so the tip was actually brushing the floor while the shaft is also being pressed against their underside! The pre started to jet out so hard during the pulses and so rapidly that it almost looked like they were having an orgasm already, but the pleasure was too gentle and teasing for that. Ssss-aah, haah, st-t-stop, too much. The size shift slowed to a stop. Not normal size yet? We... we can't be completely normal! You aren't going to stuff the mass of my ENTIRE body into our genitals alone! My brain will fucking explode. Their size was normal for a wolf now at least. Not a grey wolf specifically, but normal for A wolf. Maranda furrowed her brow as she arrived back at the living room window. That was odd. Theo and Joyce were both out, but there is no sign of Lobo? You would think he would bark or... at least come down to see what the knocking at the door was, but there is no sign of the wolf at all. Did she actually bring Lobo out to walk? Where do you take a wolf on a walk? If she attempted to walk it in the city proper, that is immediately a story to report on- because that is an extreme danger to other people and their pets. Although... if she was doing that, it would have already been reported on most likely- because other people will have seen it happening. Lobo popped up in the window suddenly from beside it, already up against the glass, startling Maranda! He tilted his head back and curled his upper lip slightly, to show her a hint of his fangs and she very quickly skittered back onto the foot path, taking the hint. He let out a deep, soft 'Rrff' and turned to leave, back deeper into the house now that she backed off. Maranda furrowed her brow. Lobo is dark grey and white- mostly white. That wolf was mostly grey with black. Loyce had completely neglected the fact their combined fur color isn't the same as Lobo's. That isn't Lobo. Joyce has more than one wolf in her house?! Maranda smirked, realizing she had a story now. Unfortunately since the wolf clearly seen her, going back to try and take a picture of it would risk pissing it off. And she would not put it past a large feral animal like that to simply jump straight through the window to eviscerate her for being on its territory. She would have to try and come back tomorrow and spy the second wolf again. She has some telescopic lenses she can bring, and just stake out the front windows of the house from the opposite side of the street. Meanwhile in the house, Loyce assumed the reporter had been spooked off and wasn't coming back. But now they had a legendarily hard erection three fourths the size of her entire body. Loyce had to walk carefully- it was too large to get up off the floor so the carpet brushed the tip lightly whenever they move- causing them to leave a glistening strand of pre across the entire bottom floor of the house like a slug trail. They hopped up onto the couch and immediately stood up on their back legs, flopping back against the back of the couch and pulled their giant tail up under themselves, pinned in place by their huge balls over it, all between their legs. They used their paw pads to grip the shaft loosely in the middle and masturbate it- the entire shaft was already pretty slick with pre. Loyce had to lean their neck back and head down to meet the end of the shaft, but then bobbed forward and swallowed the end! Even with their long wolf mouth over it- they could only cover half the cock at best, so their paws still had to work the lower shaft! When they were worked up enough, their paws dipped down around the curvature of the knot and tugged up on the bottom of it, quickly spiking their pleasure! The right eye widened with surprise and they were forced off the phallus when it started to surge in size again! The pleasure surges were causing it to swell with every clench! Their tail was regressing to a more normal proportion to them, and their balls were shrinking- feeding still more of their overall mass into the cock! Aaaaa~ s-s-s-soo tight, so agonizingly tiiight, it's going to explode! The cock bobbed higher than their head even, the knot is so large that its overall form rivalled the size of a medicine ball, or small beach ball. All the skin around the surface of the entire phallus yanked as tight as it can possibly stretch with every pulse, which meant each pulse made the flexing a bit more subtle- because it is still growing in spite of the lack of room. Soon its throbbing was so rapid and was unable to move the shaft much at all- making it look like their cock was vibrating. It also yanked all the pleasure receptors closer to the surface and as taut as the dick itself, making their pleasure a constant, unyielding buzzing. Then an electric surge, then white-hot blast and finally they erupted in orgasm, firing blasts of goopy cum in a broach arch through the air and onto the living room table a foot away from the couch! Their cum was translucent white rather than white- their balls shrank to feed more size to the shaft, so their prostate was actually doing more work than their balls were. They were so exhausted from the intensity of the pleasure that they went to sleep like that- their fire hydrant sized giga-cock still softening. ----- [center][u][b][color=goldenrod]03 Wolfman VS the Manwolf[/u][/b][/center][/color] ----- When Theo woke them up later, they had a bit of explaining to do- even fully packed away; they sheath is so giant in this state you could use the opening to hold a wine bottle upright in. Since Maranda was gone- they had no reason to keep that form, and their genitals shrank back down, growing their body again to bear-sized. That meant if Loyce was on the couch- they were the only thing on the couch. It took the entire couch to barely fit them. When they walk through doorways their shoulders brush either side of it. They had been standing their front paws on the back of the toilet to pee into it but they are too big to fit properly in the bathroom now, so they have walk in the door, facing the bath tub, and just lift their leg and pee sideways into the toilet like they were marking their territory. At least now that Theo was home- he is going to be home for the next two days. His work week was over now, so he could shoo reporters away if they come looming outside the house again. And they did. Maranda did not want to play the villain here, so she decided to actually ask for an interview herself. Joyce refused any more interviews already, but that was a few days ago, and it wasn't to Maranda personally, so maybe? She came first thing in the morning, so Loyce did not want to get out of bed. They were awake, because Lobo wakes up at dawn, but the part that is Joyce still refused to get out of bed. Theodore wanted to sleep in himself, but woke up quickly enough to the sound of Maranda knocking at the door and scoot down to answer it. "Yes?" "Heyyy, I am from the RK Report, I was wondering if I could get a few questions, for the paper? I am by myself." Theo shook his head, sighing. "She already answered everyone's questions in interviews, and Joyce hates repeating herself." "We... could you ask her at least? I mean the others were news teams, and wanted a full interview. I just-" "She is sleeping. These are our days off." Maranda inhaled sharply. "Ooh, sorry. Could I just... uh, get a photo of Lobo then? Just one photo." Theo was about to tell her Lobo wasn't around but then his brain woke up a bit further and realized that excuse made no sense. If he isn't here, where the hell would he be? If Joyce is here, so is Lobo, and he unfortunately already told her Joyce is in fact home. "Uuuh, hold on..." He closed the door again and had a little panic attack. What is he going to do?! He seen Loyce at the top of the steps, their eyelids lowered. Real smooth, genius. "What do I do?!" Okay, uuuhm... same reporter from yesterday- I recognize the scent. That means she is persistent, if you just brush her off without a satisfying answer she is going to try to peep on us, or stalk us. They hustled down the stairs. Okay... this is really risky but... try to push your hand INTO my back. "...what." My, er, our body is unstable, remember? If I try to transform at all I will become amorphous- if you are pushing on me when that happens you become partially fused to me, I can then transfer the extra beasthood to your body instead of mine. That will stabilize my body. I turn back to human, the two bodies are rejected. They only get more suspicious to Maranda the longer it takes them to do this- so he did it quickly, and luckily like the previous attempts to shuffle forms; it happened quick. His hand sunk into their body as if both the fur and flesh were made of dense putty- then in a surge the changes fired up through Theo's body from his hand up! He staggered back- almost into view of the window by accident. Lobo's body shrank down and his fur quickly become pale as Joyce seemed to rise up out of his back and pop off entirely! Joyce is finally entirely human again, and Lobo just a standard grey wolf! Joyce shoved Theo back as he was transforming, motioning for him to go upstairs so she could answer the door, then remembered she is entirely naked. With a partial wolf mind for so long, she forgot that clothes were a thing. She grabbed his hand and dashed upstairs with him. His right hand deformed into a paw first, but the fur that sprouted on his knuckles first was not grey, white, nor black. It matched his hair color- he is turning into a RED wolf. Theo's entire right arm shifted and then caused the shoulder to crunch into place and shape, making his arms terribly uneven with one another. The fur mapped where the internal changes were happening as his ribs popped and the fur spread quickly to his other shoulder, then down his left arm, changing the bones within in the reverse order the other arm went in. The pads on his paws were also not black- they are a deep grey-red. It almost looked like he was wearing a fur sweater because of how his fur is growing in. Joyce looked at him to see a second mat of fur growing up in a stripe between his abs as the top progressed down to meet it. Oh crap, his clothes! As soon as they got to the top of the stairs she used her foot to basically hook her toes under his pants and underpants and kick them off, to get them off as quickly as possible, but only his pants came off. She was too late- his underwear already fused to him, because his pubes turned into a separate patch of fur already. Instead of red- the fur over his crotch alone is going to be a white and twice as long as the surrounding fur- it absorbed his underpants. Luckily he just woke up so he never put a shirt on yet today in the first place. The fur and changes took his thighs and hips and forced him onto all fours, but he was luckily already in the top hall. Joyce let him go for now and dashed to the bedroom ahead of him to quickly grab a shirt and a skirt- no time for underwear. The changes swept down his legs quickly, taking his feet and then as it touched his butt, his tail flicked out- wagging aggressively as the muscle rapidly grew out. His penis started to change shape- starting with the knot bulging into existence at the base and then his balls were coated in a thin covering of fur. His neck popped and stretched longer as the fur raced up and then when the changes hit his jawbone his entire face stretched out- his ears stretched up. Because it is shorter- his human hair looked like extra-long fur on his head, but unlike Lobo or Joyce; Theo has very bushy sideburns. The fur on the sides of his face grew in tremendously long and bushy, making his face diamond-shaped when viewed dead- on. His nose and lips still turned black like the others unlike his pads. There was another abnormality though that made Joyce pause and cock a brow at, as she passed on her way back to the front door. She was about to smirk at him getting a chub in his dick from the transforming but realized he did not- he is still flaccid. But his cock is entirely out. Theodore is circumcised. When transformed as a wolf- he doesn't have a sheath; his dick is just out ALL the time, because it has nowhere to go! Theodore stepped around the corner at the top of the stairs so he was just out of visibility, and eavesdropped in his red wolf form. Joyce ran downstairs so fast she almost plowed into the front door rather than open it. Maranda was surprised to see the legendary figure of Stonegale herself answer the door. "Oh! S-sorry to wake you. My boss is just on my ass to get something, and all the other publications focus on you- there are no photos of Lobo just, himself." Joyce motioned to Lobo to step forward into the light coming in the front door. "Well here he is. For the record though... don't appreciate the house call. The yard has a very high fence for a reason. If he needs to go to the bathroom, and is out in the yard when someone wanders in..." Maranda gulped nervously, imagining the wolf pinning her to the ground while tearing all the skin off her leg. "R-right. Unfortunately my boss is almost as scary... and fatal, if he fires me." She raised the camera, quickly adjusted the focus and took the shot of just Lobo. "Thank you so much. Do you... have any other wolves? Or did only Lobo return with you?" "Only Lobo." "Right. It must be hard for him to adjust to life in a city." "We understand each other." "From the time you spent together in the wilds, right?" "Well that, and a telepathy spell." "O-oh, so you can literally talk t-" "Ah." She raised her hand. "No interviews." Maranda blushed. "R-right, right, sorry! Thanks for the photo." Maranda skittered off... for now. She did not go far, because she knew something was still up. She now has a photo to compare against- this wolf is not the wolf she seen yesterday, yet Joyce claims to only have one wolf. So if this is Lobo, who is the other? Joyce sighed, putting the chain on the door again to return back upstairs but heard a few dull, muffled pops and cracks and looked to Lobo in surprise! His body was stretching out! His ribs became more shallow, his midriff pulled inward revealing the shape of human abs below the fur! His hips popped loudly causing him to flop over onto his side for a moment because it also shifted his legs. His entire body was enlarging, spreading across the floor. His fingers lengthened and his palms compressed, drawing the dew claw back together the fingers as it evolved into a thumb! Lobo groaned and heaved himself up off the floor at first onto all fours, but vaguely recognizing this new shape of his; he shakily attempted to get up onto two legs! Joyce quickly loaned him an arm to brace himself on- he has never stood on two legs before so he has difficulty getting his balance. "Uh oh, we did not split correctly." "You." His voice was very deep and gravelly. "Huh?" "You did not split correctly. This magic business is not my doing." "Ah...haha, yea. Oh. And you can speak English! For real this time!" Joyce's form is perfectly stable, so she has only one humanity in her. That means both Lobo and Theodore have one beasthood each, and then one humanity split between them. Lobo shuffled away from her- looking sort of like an old man because of how awkwardly he walked. He reached down and picked up the wyvern wing bone he carries around with him, and placing his clawed hand on one end, he stood on the bone like a walking cane! Full wolf but also half human... Lobo looks like a werewolf in this form. They better not like Old Man McGregor spot him like this- the man is infamously known for being obsessed with werewolves- the guy is a bit of a psychopath and lives in a run-down shack at the edge of the woods. Lobo walked back over to Joyce who was blushing deeply, staring at him. Because he is full wolf still while also being half human- he is larger than either; Joyce is only has tall as his pectoral muscles. "What?" "N-nothing, just... you look handsome. I know we didn't do this on purpose but you look good... really good." He huffed. "I have known pups that drool less than you." They both made their way upstairs to check on Theodore. His form is unstable, so he would actually be able to transform into the exact same shape Lobo is currently in, but for now he was maintaining the full wolf form. He could still tell his body was unstable- subtle shifts and twitches trying to change him but able to be willed away for now. Lobo was experiencing the same. The instability was less powerful now, but now in two bodies instead of one; they both have more than they should. Unfortunately it would be at least one more day before the Animus will arrive- potentially three more. Joyce pat Theo's head and scratched the back of his neck through all the thick fur there. S-stop that, I am not your dog. "Awww, but your cute, and loyal like one~" Lobo smirked, glancing away. "Sheathless." What did you call me?! Joyce sighed, manually brushing down the fur on his upper back as it bristled. "Oh shush. The reporter is gone now, so we can enjoy our weekend together." How about you give my form back first? "Oh, you didn't want to stay like that a while... try it out? Never seen a red wolf before!" He lowered his eyelids. I am the one with the money, remember? If the Animus comes in, I can't walk into the store as a red wolf, and you can't buy it without money. "That is a good poinnnnt.... buuuuut........." Stop trying to think of a reason for me to stay wolf- there isn't one. "Fiiiine. Okay, like, think of your body transforming to be more human- once the half-humanity in you activates you should become all goopy so I can reach in and pull out the beasthood." He concentrated and Joyce put her hand on his bushy upper back fur. It was a bit trickier for Theodore to activate it because he has never transformed before only minutes ago, so he was not at all familiar with what he should be visualizing. Joyce yelped in surprise a moment and Lobo looked back at them just in time to see her fall forward! She had to reach down to put her hand on his back, so when he became amorphous she fell through him- her weight shifted too far forward to keep her footing! When they collided both of their bodies looked like two globules of liquid colliding with one another- their shape was entirely lost as the spell frantically attempted to parse what their body is supposed to look like- right now it was just a bunch of blank biomass. Luckily; that is what humanity and beasthood is for- properly sorting the shape out. It is a form of instructions. Their limbs re-emerged from the writhing blob first and formed- larger and a bit more masculine looking than Joyce's arms and legs, but less muscle definition like Theodore. They have black claws instead of nails, and pads on the insides of their hands... but they are otherwise human in shape and lack fur. Then a tail emerged as the thighs and butt properly regained their shape- but the hips and ass were absolutely massive! The hips are even wider than Joyce's already are, and the ass is at the very least twice as big and round! Even the thighs were large to properly transition into such a meaty ass! Testicles fell into a scrotum, though each ball around the size of a softball... so also considerably larger than they are supposed to be, and the shaft formed over it- an odd hybrid. The dick itself stretched straight out then flopped into a lazy arch- nine inches long and almost as thick as a baseball bat. The veins were fat and large like a human shaft, and the glans as well were completely human in shape. The urethra projected from the glans in a rounded cone, and there is still a knot at the base like on a canine phallus. He has no sheath either, but he also didn't have one even when he was a proper wolf, so. There is a triangular patch of fur where pubes would be that trail almost high enough to touch their navel. Their tail grew to an abnormally huge size and the fur is extremely long and red-brown in color. Unlike a normal wolf, the fur curls at the ends, making it look rather untamed. Their abs took shape and the divot formed deep between them- retaining the muscular appearance they had on just Theo's body. When it came to the pectorals though, the flesh billowed out above the pecs, swelling up as round, taut breasts! Below that; mostly eclipsed by the breasts- there are two breastless nipple and areola, and then yet another two just below the rib cage. When their head formed it was almost entirely human! Their hair was made of massive curls, and a red-brown in color like cherry oak. Their ears are those of a wolf; triangular with furred backs, and able to shift around to face sounds- but their size was massive. Looking more like the satellite-dish sized ears of a fennec fox than anything a wolf would have. Instead of Theo's massive sideburns they had abnormally bushy eyebrows- their actual facial structure a hybrid of the two, so androgynous. Their lips remained a glossy black like a canine, and their eyes two different colors like Loyce's final form- their mind split down the middle. Ice blue on Joyce's side, and emerald green on Theodore's side. One body with a beasthood and one and a half humanity- the canine traits were outnumbered in this form. Though the gender of this form was rather jumbled. The genitals are entirely male, but they still have breasts and wide hips. Abnormally wide hips at that- but that is likely due to the additional half-humanity. Like Loyce did before them; they could fix the abnormal proportions by growing their entire body instead to even it out. It is two different bodies smushed together after all; in order to be a normal human height, the biomass has to go somewhere else. She looked at their hands, a little bewildered as they got up off the floor again. "I guess we are... Theojoy?" "Our minds aren't fused, so no. We are still Theo and Joyce, thanks." It was hard for Lobo to follow their conversation because they both now spoke with the same voice; same pair of lips- like watching someone talk to themselves. Unlike using the telepathic link- the two of them could now hear each other's thoughts even when they were not actively trying to project them to each other. And now Theodore felt a little bad about asking her to revert him as if it were a simple task. If it was simple- this wouldn't have happened. They can fuse together and pull back apart whenever they want, sure- but they have no way of determining exactly how they divide. Even when Joyce got Theo to pull her and Lobo apart- it did not split how she intended; Lobo ended up with half a humanity he isn't supposed to have. They were lucky he did not accidentally shift to his bipedal form while Maranda was still watching! There is either too much humanity or too much beasthood, causing their bodies to shuffle around randomly- so when they divide, their body shifts making it impossible to divide correctly outside of a miraculous fluke. Imagine trying to cut a sheet of paper that is half black and half white- while someone is constantly shaking the page back and forth. The cut is going to look like an absolute mess. Theo sighed. "Sooo... this is only going to get worse?" "Not necessarily. I can try something but... let's wait till tomorrow. The Animus isn't going to be in today anyway." "Won't dividing and merging even more jumble things up and make the situation worse?" "Our bodies won't settle on a shape, which means we can accidentally shift at any time... it also means we can consciously shift whenever we want. If you concentrate and try to shift wolf, and I concentrate and try to shift human when we pull apart- it will divide us accordingly. It probably won't be perfect but... closer than this. At the very least, we won't be sharing a single body." Their tail was wagging automatically- you can bet that was Joyce's half of the emotion doing that. Lobo did not know what to think about it. Luckily- he did not have to. He didn't have to share his body at the moment, so he just wandered back downstairs to get comfortable on the couch, leaning heavily on his wyvern bone cane so he didn't have to learn how to walk on two legs. Across the street, Maranda's brow was furrowed in disbelief. Using a telescopic lens on her camera she had been watching the entire thing- but there is a curtain over the window over the stairs up, so all Maranda was able to see is the silhouettes. She had no idea what was going on, but she definitely seen what looked like a feral wolf stand up off the floor with a humanoid shape. Dumbfounded as to what she had seen she went to the only place she knew to- the old falling apart cabin at the edge of the forest. She knocked at the door and half a minute later a shotgun greeted her on the other side. Old Man McGregor answered the door gun-first as always, a lit smoke in the corner of his mouth and a scowl on his face. "A sheep o' the media, hell d'yo' want? Yer paper already insulted me inough. Ev'ryone reckons ah's crazy- whooppy doo! Fry mah hide! ah doesn't care whut ennyone else reckons. ah knows whut ah know." "N-no, sir. Old m- er, Gilligan McGregor- I came to you because I was wondering about werewolves. What are the odds of one actually appearing in Stonegale?" He took a deep drag from his smoke and lowered his gun, leaning forward before exhaling the smoke. "Hundred percent. Eff'n they is not already hyar- they will be. An' th' one unyversal truth about 'em? Eff'n yo' doesn't kill them real fast- they will kill yo' real fast." ----- [u][b][center][color=goldenrod]04 Perchance To Dream[/color][/u][/b][/center] ----- Joyce was glad they decided to have a nap after. She likes sleeping in and she couldn't when she was sharing a body with Lobo, and all this form shuffling is tiring stuff. After a while she opened her eyes to the late afternoon sun at the edge of a massive field of grass. This is... the area behind the woods behind their house? No one owns this land so the grass doesn't get cut here- growing as tall as your neck. She is entirely naked at the edge of the woods- but the sunlight is so warm she had thought she was still in bed. The warm sun and cool breeze felt like the comfy, fresh sheets on her bed gently rolling around her. She did not even think to question why she was a good distance from her house and naked. Though she has not seen them; she somehow knows both Lobo and Theo are close. Joyce steps into the tall grass, but as she walks it sort of tickles her naked flesh, and when she looks at her arms she sees a bit of black fur! She twirled around with her arms out and even more fur appeared! Wherever the grass brushed against her- it turned her more wolf, as if painting the wolf traits on her! Joyce giggled and dashed forward with her arms out, letting the grass tickle her limbs, her thighs, her breasts. She spun around getting her back as well and then did a little hop and fell back down- the grass grew thickly enough and tall enough that it knit together under her as she fell and padded her landing. Giggling like a schoolgirl; Joyce rolled and tumbled through the grass, mussing her hair up even as it was joined by fur. Being so close to the ground, when she did land on her feet it was on all fours- suddenly a full feral wolf again! She whipped her head back, feeling her long hair swing around. A wolf with the most luxurious head of hair! Her ears automatically turned at the sound of the grass rustling elsewhere, and she turned just in time to see a large red wolf emerge from the tall grass with her- with very bushy fur on the sides of his head! Theodore was in full wolf form too- his half chub already bobbing in the open since he has no sheath to contain it in the first place. He smelled her, pushing his nose into her hair and the bushy fur around her neck where her scent builds the strongest before it can escape into the open air. Joyce playfully nipped at him after a few moments, and he bit her neck- though his fangs did not go deep enough to even touch her actual skin. With a mouthful of her mane he jumped at her, yanking her up and over, pinning her onto her back! When he moved over Joyce the end of his exposed dick caught on and bounced over two of her erect teats, till it was firm enough to hold itself up over them. He brought his head down to hers thinking to kiss her, but then did not know how to really with the head of a wolf. Her gently pressed his black lips to hers, but then Joyce licked his face! He pulled his head back a bit but she followed, licking his snout. Ick- her breath smelled like raw mushrooms for some reason. They both paused and looked over as the grass parted and Lobo walked out, again in his true form. A grey wolf with golden eyes and two facial scars to easily identify him by no matter what shape he takes. Theo backed up and Lobo approached Joyce who remained on her back with all four paws up and limp. Lobo opened his maw and bit her face- putting her muzzle inside of his! A playful act of dominance. She exposes her belly- an act of submission. Lobo doesn't care if she calls Theo her alpha or not- but when it is Lobo and Joyce; Lobo is always alpha. He let her go and she quickly scrambled to her feet, spying the tiniest hint of red at the end of his sheath- a little shaft peeking. She approached Lobo to the side and he immediately seen what she was gawking at and took a step back out of her reach. Joyce quickly did a little hop with her front legs spread out in front of her, bowing her front half a bit. Lobo only dipped his head and neck with her motion, keeping his eyes locked with hers. She did the same thing again, inching forward a bit with the second hop, causing him to step back again and this time he mirrored her, putting his arms out and upper half down. They both froze like that for a half minute before she turned and bolted full blast into the tall grass! Both Lobo and Theo bolted after her- one to her left and the other to the right; all three wolves cutting their own path in the grass that is twice as tall as they are. The wind is not cold as it ripples through the grass around them, but it still gives them goosebumps from its impossible gentle touch rolling across their bushy fur. They run close enough together that they can see each other through the brief gaps in the thin wall of grass between them as they run. Lobo's penis now half out and erecting, knowing what his prize for catching her is. As the most experienced at being an actual wolf- Lobo eventually took the lead and turned to pounce on Joyce but she abruptly stopped and turned. She lived with his former pack for two months- she knows how they hunt. Theodore was basically just following the two of them- so he had to make a much broader turn to keep up. Theo managed to catch up- they both lost track of Lobo for a moment. Theodore lunged forward and snapped at her, managing to bite down on her tail, but he did not quite get far enough ahead and her tail immediately pulled back out- he had only caught the fur. She turned and nipped back at him playfully, missing almost on purpose, but making him stop as well to evade. Lobo lunged out of the grass over her, tackling her to the ground! Both of their bodies tumbled together, rolling over top of one another! When they stopped, she felt his stiffening rod against her backside and froze up. Lobo hopped up and gripped her tightly with his forelimbs, but then rolled onto his side and then back- yanking her along with him! Now Lobo was on the bottom, but he was still on her back- pulling her limbs up off the ground, preventing her from using them to try and dash away again! Joyce let out a startled yip when she felt his hot rod poke her anus and slowly penetrate her! Oh, he has never used that entrance before. Theo caught up again, heart hammering from all the running- and his dick very hard now because of all the flopping around from running while already erect. Thanks to their position; he was greeted with her six erect teats and plump, moist pussy waiting for him. That is why Lobo took the back way. Because Lobo is holding her up- Theo and Joyce's chest fur rub together as he gets up over her and aligns his dick, plunging into her. He shuddered at the feeling of the plush, soft, rubbery flesh of her fat labia envelop his cock and kiss the front of his already swollen knot! Theo gripped her chest and upper back just under her shoulders from the front, while Lobo gripped her around her lower ribs and to her sides- his paws right beside her upper teats. Her body rocked up and down on his with his thrusts, which also set the pace for Theo to match from above as both males penetrated her from a different hole at the same time. Joyce's head just lulled back with a blissful look in her eyes as she watched the blue sky above while being in a wolf-sandwich. She grunt a bit and then yipped when Lobo shoved his knot against her and managed to stretch her hole large enough to accept it, if only for a moment. The pleasure of her tight anal muscles gripping his knot made it swell even larger, to its hardest- and tied them. Theo popped his in easier, but once inside the effect was the same- the pleasure swelled it to its maximum size and tied them from the front. The boys thrust off-rhythm of one another, but their knots were so large that they could feel one another's cock through the soft flexible walls of Joyce's inner passages! Because they thrust off-beat; their knots tugged on each other using Joyce's flesh as a buffer between them to make sure they did not get completely snagged on each other! Joyce felt SO full with both knots in, dragging her insides back and forth along with them because they press into her so tightly! All her pleasure receptors constantly humming, all stretched taut and ultra-aware of all the slightest movements. Being double-penetrated made her shudder at the edge of orgasm the entire time; when the knots popped in she climaxed immediately. She had a second, and was approaching a third when the boys finally tensed up as far as possible and exploded into her. Lobo's cum felt like it filled deeper into her, coating her insides with hot goo. Theo's cum had less room to go, so instead it built up, trapped by his knot, and stretched her pussy out even more around it like a water balloon; putting Joyce over the edge and causing her to tremble in a THIRD orgasm! Because she is being held up- her back legs shook quite a bit when she orgasms, because there is nothing bracing them, they just hang above her limp. When Lobo flopped over on his side he once again pulled Joyce over- and since he was mostly balancing on her- he yanked Theo over too! Instead of hitting the ground, they fell THROUGH the ground! The ground passed over them gently and moved out of the way like they were tumbling through clouds, or... bed sheets? Joyce sat up fast- dragging Theodore with her since they still shared a body. "Oh... uh. Huh. Wow, I just had-" "A wild dream?" "Wait... grass field? Sex?" "We had the same dream? I guess that makes sense- we are two halves of the same brain right now." As they found out later however, the dream was actually shared three-ways. Lobo also had the same dream. They had been playing musical chairs with their bodies, and the crossed-signals left them with shared dreams too. Why their eidolon were all feral wolves however was anyone's guess, because none of them currently have the form of a feral wolf. Lobo was slowly getting used to being able to walk around like a man- and was liking the new form if for no other reason than he is much taller in this form. He still leans on the wyvern bone as a cane wherever he goes though, so you can hear him coming from the clack of bone against the floor. Joyce and Theodore shifted themselves around to fix their proportions- shrinking their ears, their tail, thighs and especially hips to be proportionally correct to their mostly human body. The result of that however is that they now stand eight and a half feet tall and hit their heads on every doorway they try to pass through. It made preparing dinner that night awkward, because they are so tall that the island counter is only at crotch-level... so they leaned their hips waaay back for that, so nothing else flopped onto the chopping board by accident. They all ended up laying on the couch watching a marathon of very old movies well into the night, since they had all slept through the middle of the day. Eventually Lobo slipped away to use the bathroom. And by bathroom I mean the backyard, because he's never used an actual toilet, so it didn't even occur to him that he could now that he is humanoid. Once they were alone, Theo smirked and cupped their breasts. "So this is what they feel like from the other side, huh?" "Nice, right? Squishy like a stress ball!" They squeezed and gently pat the breasts, hypnotized by their bouncing. Grabbing the nipples they twisted and tugged out on them, both moaning, but the breasts swelled a bit, putting the nipples further out! They both smirked, but then their thoughts quickly became a jumbled blur. They groaned, trying to think of something- anything, but unable to for several seconds. They could not even process what they were looking at or doing. When they could- it was no longer Joyce and Theodore. Their eyes are now bright cyan! Trying to shift their form caused their brains to blend together! "Welp... NOW, we are Theojoy. Ugh... I hate my own sense of humor." Their shared lewdness immediately made their body start to shrink... and their breasts grow in its place. A little patch of fur also formed over their breasts and grew into a rather cute little tuft to cap their cleavage. Not too long into the size transfer though- the nipples below started to rise on their own soft hills! Small breasts started to form behind the second set of nipples! Theojoy dug their fingers into their fattening tits, loving the feeling of the flesh billowing up between their digits. They stretched their tits up as far as they could and dropped them hard into the forming second set, putting all four into a jiggling fit as they collide! By the time the second set was the size the original had been... the third set of nipples now started to grow breasts! Breasts are a much smaller space to concentrate biomass into- so their growth seemed more extreme than the shrinking of their body. Theojoy's tail was wagging so hard it felt like there was a fan pointed at up their back. Their top breasts bloated up chubby and round stopping at the size of two oblong basketballs- nipples as long as two segments on her pinky finger. The second set stopped just shy of that, and the third just shy of those. When fully resting on their body without any clothing to hold them up, they cover basically all of Theojoy's torso except their crotch. They fanned their hands back and forth, flicking the six sets of nipples up and down with the plush pads on their inner hands. Lobo had returned from the bathroom by then, but just smirked at their self-exploration and wandered upstairs to sleep on the carpet of the bedroom and leave them alone. Theojoy's dick was bobbing aggressively in their lap now from touching themselves so much, and the knot starting to swell at its base- at a much slower pace. They scoot themselves around to put their back on the far cushion, then grabbed a pillow on the opposite end and shoved it up under their butt- putting their hips up higher than their head! Curled up even slightly caused all six fat breasts to squeeze into one another, billowing rounder and pulling the skin taut. With their hips up, their dick penetrated the cleavage of their lower two boobs! Theojoy can give themselves a titfuck! With their body curled- Theojoy's chin just barely cleared their upper cleavage, but thrusting their cock into the lower two caused their breasts to clap against each other like a Newton's cradle- the bottom breasts hit the middle, which then bounced the top off them and gently pat their face with the soft curves. Using their hands; Theojoy took turns grabbing the nipples of the three different sets, rolling the erect teats between their fingers, squished against their plush paw pads, or grabbing them and yanking the breasts out to the sides and letting them spring back into place! Their dick penetrated the bottom cleavage, so when Theojoy climaxed they came into the cleavage of the middle breasts. They ended up falling asleep, enjoying the afterglow of their orgasm, and they did not even turn off the TV which continued to play obscure classic movies into the wee morning hours. ----- [u][b][center][color=goldenrod]05 The Alpha And The Omega[/color][/center][/u][/b] ----- Theodore's second day off and the day the Animus might arrive at the shop. Lobo woke with the sun like always, but Theo and Joyce slept in almost till noon. Lobo did not need entertainment unlike humans- he was content to sit by the open window, basking in the morning sun and letting the breeze ruffle his fur while he just sits silently with his thoughts. When Theojoy finally did wake up- it was time to try and divide themselves. There is one humanity and one beasthood, but also a spare half of a humanity, so too much to divide evenly no matter what. Theojoy figured the most balanced they are going to get is if one is fully human and stabilized, and the other is essentially a wolfman like Lobo currently is. A wolf with half a humanity is still more stable than a full wolf with a full humanity- that is why Lobo hasn't had much problem maintaining that shape. So like planned; Theodore tried to think of a human transformation and Joyce tried to think of a wolf. It was easier said than done, since as Theojoy; there is no clear divide from one mind and the other. It was a single mind trying to associate its current thoughts with its conflicting memories. Theojoy started to shift their form, and grabbed the arm of the couch with one hand and the edge of a wall with the other, pulling in two different directions as their form became amorphous! Half their body started to turn more feral as the other half turned more human at the top and started to peel apart in the middle! When they divided finally; Theodore flopped across the floor and almost hit his face on the polls of the arm railing for the stairs to the second floor. Joyce face-planted herself into the side of the couch- a much softer landing. When they got up they looked each other over and immediately took note of the differences. Theo is entirely normal looking. Joyce is entirely beast, while Theo is one and a half human. That means Joyce is going to have a bit of a problem thinking and holding her concentration, she is full feral. She was raised human, and only has human memories and knowledge- so she is the equivalent of a tamed wolf at least. Theo got dressed, crossing his fingers that when he calls the Arcanum; they have good news. It could potentially take several more days for the Animus to come in. He feels the occasional pang of a transformation trying to take hold and manages to suppress it. Since he has an extra half humanity in him, he could potentially mutate to have an extra set of arms, or suddenly become ultra-muscular, or hung out of the blue. Joyce may be full feral- but it's just one full beasthood, so she is actually the most stable form of all of them, she will not shift around. When Theo came back downstairs he smiled at the sight of Joyce sitting by the telephone with her tail wagging, eagerly waiting for him to make the call. He did not even have time to pick up the receiver when there was a loud knock at the door, and a man declared he was a police officer! Theo furrowed his brows. What on earth did the police want? Lobo appeared at the top of the stairs and spoke down to them . He wore a cloak hiding his form- it had been a cover they used to keep dust off an unused couch upstairs. "The nosy one with the flashing box. She is with these intruders." Theo tilted his head. "Flashing...? Oh, the camera. The reporter, Gods damnit." Theo was considering answering the door but Joyce bit his pant leg, holding him back. If the police are here, they are probably going to want to look around. And currently they will find a wolfman and a new feral wolf- neither of whom are supposed to be here. Which on its own isn't THAT bad- they CAN just explain what happened. Except Maranda is also outside, and will report on anything they say, which IS bad. Theo groaned, motioning to the back of the house. "You and Lobo get out of here." As Lobo came down the stairs they all heard a clicking at the front door- the officer is using a universal key to unlock their door. "Shit, quickly." Lobo pat Theodore on the shoulder as he passed. "You too, sheathless. You will not be able to give them an explanation that will satisfy them." Theo sighed. "Do you really need to call me that?" "No." He continued to walk out. "I do not need to call you at all." Theo reluctantly followed. Luckily the universal key took a few seconds to work. It is a magical device to be placed over any non-magic based lock, that will open it regardless of key shape. The three of them had to exit through the kitchen door at the back of the house- over the back patio. The forest behind their yard isn't really dense enough to hide in, and there are no sheds in these back yards- so they dashed toward the denser buildings, hoping to take backstreets to avoid any attention. At a glance Lobo will just look like a very tall person- thanks to the cloak he is hiding under. At a distance, Joyce could be mistaken for a very large dog. And for the time being anyway, Theo looks perfectly normal. Lobo holds him back however, instructing Theo to stay a ways back from Joyce, and he will stay a ways off from both of them. If they travel together the odds of them attracting attention go up. And if they get caught while they are all together, then they cannot help one another- because then they are all caught. Theo followed his lead, knowing damn well a wolf knows best when it comes to the hunt. The police officer took a few steps into the house, looked around and called out, getting no reply. He turned back to Maranda who was looking rather nervous herself and shrugged. "They aren't even home. Are you SURE you saw a werewolf? Why didn't you use your camera to take a picture of it?" "I need to replace the flashbulb, I already used it earlier that day, and they are kind of delicate to be carrying around several of them." She furrowed her brow, motioning to the house. "Are you SURE they aren't home? Because that means Lobo is on the loose too. Is there any signs of a monster? Claw marks or... I don't know! Old Man McGregor sai-" "Woooah- wait. You been talking to McGregor?" Maranda blushed. "W-well yes, but I went to him after I-" The officer just lifted his hand to silence her. "You of all people should know the old man is batshit crazy. Your own publication reported on his tall tales. Do NOT call us on his advising. Do not even encourage him. He has a lot of weapons at his disposal and frankly we think HE is a risk to public safety, but he technically obtained his armory legally so we can't actually take it away from him." The officer used the universal key to re-lock the door, but Maranda quickly ran off while his back was turned- determined to track them down. She was watching the front doors, they did not leave the house normally, and why would they sneak out unless they knew she was here already? That means they cannot be far. Gilligan was out searching the area too, but he was scanning the streets as a failsafe if the 'were wolf' made a run for it and overpowered the officer- if they snuck out, they probably aren't going to be on the main streets. This was more than just a big story- it was a huge risk to public safety. A werewolf had not been seen in eons, and there was never really that many on this content in the first place, most people assumed they were extinct. Old Man McGregor is the only one who still hunted them- though everyone assumed he was just jumping at shadows. Joyce peeked her head out around corners ahead of the other two, and then dashed across the street to the next alleyway. Theo followed, just walking casually behind her about twenty paces, and then Lobo shuffled along with his bone cane ten feet behind Theodore. The wolves at the front and back- because their senses are sharper than a humans, Joyce first because she is the most stable. Strongest wolf leads the pack- not necessarily the alpha, just whoever can cut the wind or snow the best for the others to follow. Maranda spotted her though- she spotted Joyce dashing across a street to get to the alley at the other side. They were trying to loop around, to get back to the house from the opposite side. Thanks to Lobo's foresight however- she did not see Theo or Lobo still on the other side. Maranda pulled out her camera- loaded with a new flashbulb today and quickly snapped a photo of Joyce, causing her to jump in surprise from the bright flash. "Got you now, beast!" Maranda spun around to run before the wolf tried to attack but she ran face first into Theodore's chest as he walked up from behind. "Ah, miss reporter. I see you are taking more photos of Lobo. Wife used magic to change his coat color, like the black?" Maranda jabbed his chest with her index. "You can't fool me, buddy! You are harboring a monster! That is not Lobo- it has long hair, and its eye color is different! I have photo evidence! Your wife got bit by a werewolf out in the wilds and brought the curse back to us all!!" "N-no, there are no werewolves. You have photographs of two regular wolves. Neither of those are werewolves." He was almost about to point out the fact Joyce has a silver claw, but that would out her on her transformation mishap. She has one silver claw that is her repurposed braided silver ring... silver kills werewolves. "No! I consulted Gilligan McGregor- he might be an eccentric old man, but he knows what he is talking about when it comes to werewolves, I will expose all your secrets!" A full BFI slammed into the alley on its side, right beside her, close enough that it yanked her hair back with the air pressure as it came down, causing Maranda to utterly freeze in place; too afraid to even produce a sound in reaction. Lobo slowly walked up behind Theodore- having tossed the 600 pound metal box through the air like a child throws their toys. His upper lips curled back to bare his pearly white fangs at Maranda. "You threaten my pack? You wish to hurt us with your words?" He leaned forward close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath. "Then I will hurt you back- but it won't be with words." "P-p-p-p-please d-d-don't eat me..." He smacked her shoulder, knocking her back a pace. "I would never eat you. Just because I am almost positive you'd taste like shit." Joyce took the opening to snatch the camera out of Maranda's hand with her maw, and bit down hard enough to shatter the camera, destroying the photo of her wolf form. She was unable to join in trying to convince Maranda with words, since she cannot speak in this form. She cannot use the telepathy on Maranda because she doesn't know Maranda's personal rune to connect them. Maranda backed up in fear, and the three of them grouped up and went to return home now, leaving Maranda trembling in fear in the alley. It was quicker to return the way they came, since they now know where the reporter is and already dealt with her. If she returns to her paper with no photos, people will just think she is nuts. Especially since she was consulting with Gilligan McGregor, who is notoriously nuts. As soon as they were a safe distance, Maranda took a deep breath and shouted at the top of her lungs. "McGregor! They are here! The wolves are heeere!" Lobo turned and sneered at her again and Maranda turned and ran away as fast as she possibly could. Theodore motioned for Joyce to hurry and follow him. "She has been talking to that old nutjob? Let's get out of here before anyone else comes to see what the commotion is and makes this even more complicated." As they were hustling across the street... the ground started to shake. They paused and looked around quickly to figure out what the rumbling is, and Theo and Joyce froze up in fear. Lobo did not know what he is looking at, because he has never seen one before. The tank McGregor is riding in was definitely not meant to be driven on a street- the treads are chewing up the pavement and turning it into mulch. McGregor is ex-military after all, and the tank had been decommissioned, so no one thought twice about him taking it, assuming it doesn't work anyway. And it didn't, but he unfortunately knows how to repair it. The mess of clockwork gears on the inside that allow the turret to turn are a hazard if you get your clothes or fingers caught in it, and it just fires regular old cannon balls, but it is still a tank- the most advanced this world had to offer anyway. Theodore immediately put his hands up. He knew if they tried to make a run for it- Gilligan would just immediately fire on whoever ran first. "Wohooo-there. Let's not do anything too crazy...er. Crazier than they already are. There has been a massive misunderstanding- just a transformation mishap, definitely no werewolves here." He motioned to the silver claw on Joyce's paw. "She is wearing silver right now- can't be a werewolf." "Polished steel." "You are free to bring anything made of silver over here and slap it on any of us- it won't do anything because none of us are werewolves. There hasn't been a werewolf seen anywhere remotely close to Stonegale in two hundred years." "A hundred an' twenty five, acshully- least on record. An' sho'nuff- ah will haid on over thar an' slap yo' wif some silvah. Then yo' rip mah throat out on account o' ah was dumb inough t'exit mah vehicle. ah's not an idiot." Lobo slowly walked forward to put himself in front of his pack. Joyce yelped at him and was about to grab his foot in her mouth and pull him back but as soon as she went to move, the cannon on the tank twitched to look at her. Theo shook his head, whispering to Lobo. "G-get back Lobo, you can't fight a tank. No one can fight a tank- it can kill you from half a mile away faster than you can blink." "I protect pack." He barred his fangs at the tank and tossed his cloak off to the side, never breaking eye contact with the enemy for even a moment. Lobo's fur started to rise up on end as he tensed in anger, the sound of his growl like a roll of thunder. Joyce practically screamed at him in their shared mind space. No! No Lobo, you can't protect against this, it's metal and explosions! Gilligan smiled and took a deep breath- momentarily lighting the dark interior with the glow from his cigarette. "See yo' in hell, beast." The police were now on Gilligan's trail- finding the mess of destroyed road his tank has left in his wake, but were still too far off to save the day. Old Man McGregor fired the turret at Lobo, who refused to get out of the way even though his reflexes may have been fast enough to dodge it- he does not recognize this threat, and his loyalty to his pack will never allow him to back down from ANYTHING. Joyce leapt forward, but she could not get to him in time, and even Theo jumped at Lobo to knock him out of the way but he is not faster than a close-range cannon ball. The massive black iron sphere ripped a hole straight through Lobo's upper left chest and shoulder and slammed deep into the road behind him... at only half the size it entered at. The rest had been absorbed into Lobo as it passed through. Because Theodore touched him- triggering a fusion, which made his body amorphous at the moment of impact. Joyce then arrived a half second later, and all three bodies were drawn together! The shadow of the wolf crept down the street toward Gilligan as they grew bigger and bigger with the shared mass of three people. Gilligan frantically tossed a satchel of black powder into the loading chamber of the turret and scrambled to load another cannon ball. Generally there is more than one person in a tank- someone else is supposed to load the turret, not the driver. Though Lobo's genitals only increased in size- he did get female influence from Joyce as two rows of three erect teats formed down his muscular midriff. The hole the ball ripped through his chest slowly closed- having not dripped a single drop of blood in the process, and mending without leaving so much as a mark in its wake. Theodore's muscular physique stacked itself on top of Lobo's already fit form and their upper arm, pectoral, and especially upper back muscles swelled absolutely massive. For a moment Lobo's eyes changed color- ice blue on the right and emerald green on the left, but then his head quickly deformed and started to duplicate itself! His chest cracked and became unusually wide, and the top branching into one and two halves of a collar bone- an additional half on either side of the original collar bones. The veins and then muscle in his neck swelled gargantuan and then they too started to branch and split- his spine now forked like a trident. A new wolf head spawned off either side of his existing one, and he was given two new eyes of his original golden color. Joyce, Theodore, and Lobo each had their own individual head- so their thoughts were still separate, but because they shared a body, their will was united, and the control shared. The fur grew exceptionally long and bushy now around all three necks, the chest, the upper back, the tail, and on their shared forearms above their half-paw hands. Their fur colors all blended together across the entire body turning to charcoal grey, but the very ends of the fur turned vibrant red- looking like embers floating among a sea of ash. Though their heads were still individual; the united fur color remained consistent across all of them, but each still retained their own eye color. Theo also had slightly longer fur on top of his head, and a LOT longer fur on the sides. Joyce still had her human hair in addition to her fur, and it is still complete black in contrast to the dark grey. Lobo let the bone cane fall to the street for now- in comparison to their new size it looked more like a toothpick. Their proportions remained normal, so by putting the biomass of all three of them into a single body- the one wolf threesome stands over twelve feet tall. His fur stood on end again and all three heads bared their fangs in anger as they turned to face the tank again. "My turn." He jumped off the ground from a dead stop so high Gilligan cannot even see where he went through the narrow slat he has to see out of. Lobo landed on the end of the turret so hard the entire rest of the tank was yanked momentarily off the ground, before the weight on either end bent the long turret- so if anyone attempted to fire it, it would backfire and blow the tank up instead. Lobo slammed his hand into the top of the tank and five, six inch long claws made of solid black iron ripped through the armored roof in a perfect circle around Gilligan's head. All of their claws are black iron thanks to the mass they absorbed unintentionally from the cannon ball- the only exception is a single claw on their left hand has beautiful silver filigree embedded in it- thanks to Joyce's ring. They closed their hand with their fingers still rammed through the roof and caused the metal plates of the tank to groan and deform, and when they had a tight enough grip they slammed the other hand into the side, yanked back as hard as they could and tore the hatch off the top of the yank- ripping the metal hinges clean off! Gilligan spat his smoke out and put his fists up. "Come on then, fight me! ah will spit blood in yer eyes as ah bleed out!" The police finally arrived and piled out of their cars, but then stood there a bit dumbfounded and not at all knowing who to point their flintlock pistols at. The giant three headed monster wolf, or the insane old man who used an illegal war machine to destroy four city blocks of road, and fired a cannon in the middle of a residential district. Lobo grabbed him by the throat and lifted him out of his wrecked war machine. Joyce scoffed at how he kicked and squirmed. "Not so tough now, are you, you crazy old bastard." Gilligan's face was bright red and he even had tears of pain in his eyes. Lobo lowered him so his feet at least rest on the top of the tank. "I let you live- so you can remember the embarrassment of defeat, false-wolf." Theo narrowed his eyes. "False-wolf??" Lobo took his hand away, revealing the pattern of the silver filigree from his left ring finger, etched into Gilligan's neck as a second degree burn. The eyes of both Joyce and Theo went wide in realization. "You're a werewolf!!" So, Old Man McGregor was right all along- there are werewolves in Stonegale; himself. The boy who cried wolf, is a wolf. That is why he so vehemently waits for more to arrive, and has dedicated his life to the hunt. He was bit by a werewolf when he was young and turned as a result- as the curse is transmitted by a virus that carries through bodily fluids, like saliva from a bite. That is why Gilligan was willing to fight Lobo even in his three-headed ultrawolf form- a werewolf regenerates from any wounds you inflict on it, no matter how severe... unless it was inflicted by silver. Silver is poison to the virus cells that carry the curse. That is also why he put himself to use in the military- unlike the other soldiers he had no fear of dying, because odds are the enemy wasn't using silver bullets, and if it isn't silver; it cannot kill him. When he retired from his service, he took up vigil- wasting his life waiting for a werewolf to attack, even though all the savage werewolves had already been slain long ago. He did it for revenge- he wanted so badly for the wolf that bit him to show up, so he could finally murder it for what it did to him. But it is more than likely the wolf that bit him died a long, long time ago, and he has been waiting for a ghost. The police escorted Lobo's pack back to their home, and even went to the Arcanum to pick up their Animus for them so they would not have to wander around like... that. The news never reported on any of it- the police never released their identity and the only one who could have snapped a photo is now in prison. For calling the police in to hunt a werewolf that did not exist, for invasion of privacy, for aiding in attempted murder and destruction of property- Maranda was arrested. She would not be in jail very long, but it did come with a large fine and she sure as hell doesn't have her job at the paper anymore. As promised- her boss dropped all association with her and pretended like they never met. As for Gilligan, well; the police finally had their legal reasons to confiscate his... obscenely large stash of weaponry, save for a silver broadsword which he was allowed to keep- he can wield the sword without harm because the handle is gilded and wrapped heavily in leather. Because of his old age, they were not going to throw him in prison, but they did throw him in a retirement home under careful supervision- the lock on his door made of silver, in case he gets a little too rowdy on a full moon. Joyce used the Animus to draw out the extra beasthood and thus revert all three of them once again back to their default forms- now all three stable. She did not use the counterspell to break up the contained beasthood though. Now that it has a vessel; she can use it to transform whenever she wants, like she originally intended. And there is still a certain dream she had that she wouldn't mind re-enacting... at least for starters.
(Male POV, canine M&F mass-TF) You glance around as you approach the train, making sure none of the flashlights stop on you. You find a train car and manage to get the sliding shutter door open enough to slip inside- you do not even bother to close it completely again at risk of the metal clacking together alerting someone. It was time to get out of the city, and this is your ride. The car you managed to squeeze in is filled with hay bales, so you've even got yourself a seat. It doesn't take too long for you to realize you are not the only stowaway however. Once they see you are no threat, several dogs pop their heads out from behind some of the bales and come to sit with you. Strays with nowhere to go? Guess you have something in common already. You've no clue where this train is even going. West, you suppose, but that doesn't narrow it down much. You suppose you will just keep an eye out of the partially open shutter door and hop off when you see a place that looks nice. You start from Highbough and the train carries you for a day before stopping briefly in Adenloc. Real high class town divided by a river, at the edge of a large lake- its stone streets are flooded with fog often. You are surprised when a pretty woman approaches your car and you and the dogs dash to the back to hide again, but she gets in the car and partially shuts the shutter again! When the train starts off after a while more you come to realize she is also a stow-away. You slowly come out of hiding from behind her. "Suppose you aren't meant to be here either, eh?" She gasped and looked back at you, surprised there was someone else there the whole time- and the dogs showing themselves again. "Oh gosh you nearly made me swallow my own tongue. You a stowaway too?" "Aye. Come from Highbough... was hit with a hell of a fire. My place was coming apart afterwards, and I couldn't afford to fix it. Job was about to make the veins in my head rupture. Just decided one day; fuck it. Didn't even tell them I was going to quit, just packed a few things, every bit of money I had and skipped town." She nodded, looking out the gap in the door at the passing scenery. "I uh, I am the daughter of a now-disgraced sheriff. Wasn't anything I did, but when I saw people sharpening their pitchforks and lighting up the torches, I decided I should probably not be there for the main events." The woman introduced herself as Abby. Olive green eyes and curly base brown hair. Her dress makes her look a bit too wealthy to be a stowaway, but you welcome the company all the same. The dress offers a decent view of cleavage of her D cup breasts, jostling around as the train rolls over dips in the tracks. You are sitting further back, so the bale you sit on is higher up, so your view of her is great. The dogs are welcome company- they are very friendly, and since they are accustomed to riding the train they know not to run around or play too hard while the train is moving. It starts to feel like maybe you missed your stop as the buildings and streets taper off. The train is cutting across country and leaves all the establishments behind for open hills and valleys. Great to look at, but nowhere to get off. Abby brought a bit of meat preserves for herself, and ended up sharing with the dogs and not you. Well... you'd have probably ended up giving your share to the dogs too anyway. You have the luxury of pissing out the open shutter door into the wind as the train goes along, but as a woman, that would be considerably more difficult for Abby. "I need to go to the bathroom..." You motion to the gap. "I won't look, and the dogs don't mind." "But my dress skirt... I would... no! I would need to get so close to the edge I would probably fall off." You motion to the back corner. "Well, the dogs have been going over there, so... I'd watch your step though." Abby groaned and climbed back to use the corner. Luckily there isn't much stink, since the wind ripping past changes the air in the car almost instantly. It is almost a full day on the tracks from Adenloc before the train stops again. The gentle vibrations of the train car on the tracks makes it easy to go to sleep, and the dogs already laying around you make it warm enough that the wind swirling through don't chill you. The train starts to stop before you even see any buildings, so you are confused for a moment why it is stopping at all. This stop isn't a city- a small town. A town in the middle of the prairies- nothing around it for miles but flat grass. No wonder you never heard of the place, it probably isn't even drawn on any maps. Train takes a ways to actually come to a full stop, so you have time to rub the sleep from your eyes and wake Abby, to see if she wants to get off and use an actual bathroom this time before the train starts up again. The town seems to be a junction of tracks, but is home to a small train graveyard. There are mountains to the far north, tapering off into shallow rolling hills... this town may have formed during a gold rush up in the hills, then died down once the rush ended. It would explain the unused tracks and abandoned train cars. You look up at a large sign over the train station that states the name of the town is Gracefront- and it looks like some hoodlum has spray-painted a dog paw onto the corner of the sign. Oddly enough- all of the dogs that have been riding with you get off immediately at this stop. Well that was oddly coordinated. Since they decided to get off, you hop off too- and then Abby follows, not wanting to be on the train car alone. The town isn't that small, but not big either. What strikes you as odd is it seems unusually quiet for its size. You see a lot of dogs walking around here and there but not many people. Cars in driveways- people lived in the homes but none of the lights were on, no one seemed to be around hardly. Abby wandered off on her own to try a find a hotel to stay at, but you decided to look around a bit more. You were not entirely convinced yet to not get back on the train before it leaves. "Oh! Welcome to Gracefront, stranger. We don't get much city-folk out here." You turn to see a beautiful woman with a big smile on her face and a hand on her hip. She is wearing a sleeveless black sports top that also exposes her six-pack abs. Her skin is bronze and her eyes a darker brown. Her black hair is tied tightly in a ponytail and she is wearing pants that look three times too large for her- the legs rolled up several times to not drag on the ground. She is oddly walking around barefoot. Her breasts are just little B cup hills. Aside from her abs her only visible muscles are in her large thighs- she is a runner, not a lifter. Her lips are as black as her hair, so she must be wearing lipstick. "Oh, hey. Yea, I don't know if this is my stop. I don't know this area, sort of just wandered in." "Oooh?" She leaned in closer to eye you up. "Well! Follow me, I will give you a tour! The name is Fortune by the way." Fortune? That is an odd name. You wander around the town following in her shadow as the loudly proclaims the name of various locations to point out to you. She walks down the middle of the road without a care. You see cars around the town but not a single person driving one? There is literally zero traffic. The town seems nice enough, and a decent size once you put your feet down onto its streets and see it all up close. Tallest building in town is in fact the hotel, so she can point it out without even taking you there- it is 4 levels high. And the only 3 floor buildings are all concentrated around the middle of the town. "This place is a slice of paradise, but, uh... it is also a fixerupper?" "Can't say I can afford to be too picky. In what way does it need fixing?" "Well, it is sort of in a uh... transition phase I guess you could call it? We just came under new management. As long as you aren't a cat person- this is the town for you, handsome." You chuckle, looking around and spotting at least two dogs wandering around. "Yea, I can see there are an awful lot of dogs. They aren't all strays? Do people just let them wander around on their lonesome?" "Yea- they all have homes. They just get the run of the town." You suppose it makes sense- if there is no traffic it isn't like they can get run over by anything. You hear a whistle and look back quickly to see the coal smoke start erupting out of the train engine again. "Ah, shit. Guess I have to stay here- my ride is leaving without me." "Can't say I am disappointed, hehe~" Fortune tells you she knows a great spot at the train graveyard and is halfway to taking you there to show you, but is stopped by another woman. When you turn to look at her you almost stumble backwards from surprise. In spite of clearly being female, Zaya stands 7'11" tall, and can probably crush your skull in her bare hand. Apparently, she is also the mayor- though she is not at all dressed the part. She isn't wearing a top at all- the only thing covering her DD cup breasts is what looks like medical wrap. Her breasts do not look nearly as big as they actually are because of her overall size. Her entire body looks quite solid, though her muscles are not really visible. Zaya's skin is the color of red clay and her hair is absolutely fucking wild. It is almost the exact same color as her skin and went down to her mid-back, but is also wildly frizzy making it look very voluminous and bushy. Almost more like long fur than hair. Zaya is a Tibetan name that means 'the woman who always wins'. She asks Fortune something, but speaks with a lowered tone so you do not hear, and Fortune tells you she needs to take care of some business. It must be pretty important if the mayor is asking, so you don't delay her with any questions. It is a small town- you have no doubt you will see Fortune again even if you don't deliberately look for her. You see people here and there- mostly doing jobs. No one really just walking around, no children, no one just hanging around. What strikes you as unusual is some of the people you catch outside of work seem to dash away- so you only see them briefly from your peripheral vision. It is like they are avoiding you. But Fortune certainly didn't- she magnetized to you the moment she spotted you, so then why is everyone else so sheepish? You shrug it off and make your way to the hotel eventually to turn in for the night. The woman behind the counter is so petite that you almost think she is a child at first, but no, just really small. "Hey!! Want a room right?! You came on the train right? Right? I seen the train and then two guests and we don't usually get guests, right, but you are definitely new faces and oh my Dog, it's been a mill... millin... that really big number of years since we had customers last!" "Uh... right." "Right! Coming right up!" You almost feel tired just trying to keep up with her talking- she said all that on a single breath. She also almost stumbled off her stool when grabbing the room key for you- she is so small she cannot see over the counter unless she stands on a stool. Her clothes are not fit for her at all either- her shirt is tied at the bottom because there is too much extra fabric and she has a chain belt to hold up her pants and the legs were clearly cut off by scissors and not a tailor. She tells you her name is Taffy, and to call her if you need anything. You see Abby again, getting something to drink as you make your way to your room. You are tired and a bit sore from spending two nights in a train car, so you fall asleep quickly that night. -2- You wake up to your door rattling, and then a few knocks- though quiet. There is no light from outside your window so you know it's still deep into the night. You wander to the door groggily and open it, though leave the chain latch in to see who it is at this hour first. It is a panicked looking Abby! "Let me in! The people of this town are up to something! They are doing something to me, we have to get out of here, but let me in first!" You unlatch the door to let her in, then she shuts the door herself behind her and re-latches it. "Someone is using magic in this town, and they cast it on me because I think they know I was snooping!" You ask her to calm down and explain a bit better- but you also see a lump at the back of her skirt growing longer and lashing back and forth more and more, causing the entire dress skirt to shuffle around constantly. Abby explains that she seen what she thought was a werewolf, and followed him but ended up spotting what looked like a woman turning a disgruntled young man into a dog mid-argument! After seeing so many dogs around town, she put two and two together and made a beeline to the nearest phone booth- only to find it is disconnected. None of the payphones in the town work. She even tried the one behind the front desk at the hotel when Taffy wasn't there and that one doesn't work either. The phone lines for the entire town have been cut off by someone... which means the entire town must be in on it. You ask what they did to her, motioning to the lump moving around and ruffling her skirt. "A dog obviously! They are turning me into a dog! I ran from my room as soon as possible so it is taking longer than they probably intended, because I dipped out from where the spell was originally channeled. We have to get out of town!" Well, easier said than done. Gracefront is in the middle of nowhere, you two can't just walk out- there is nowhere to go. You can see for miles across the completely flat prairie- they can see you two running, get in a car, and immediately go stop you, because you sure as hell are not outrunning a car. You can escape by train but... you have absolutely no clue how often the train passes through here, and the last one just left yesterday afternoon. Best you can do is find somewhere in the town itself to hide and wait for the next train. Deciding the front doors were probably being watched, you two slip out and instead head to the end of the hall and climb out a window onto the fire escape on the side of the hotel, and use that to get down. Abby stomps forward suddenly halfway down, stops herself on the guard railing and you go to grab her to stop her from going right over the top of it! She makes a pained cry and you let go- realizing you unintentionally grabbed her tail through the skirt. Before you can even ask what the heck happened you can hear the sound of clicking bones coming from her feet- her legs are transforming, which destroyed her sense of balance! Her legs started to spread out and back even as her arms remained clinging to the guardrail just the same- her feet past her ankles were stretching out! Her big toe was left in the dust from the others and regressed into nothingness. Her socks pulled down by the lengthening foot and her foot structure becoming more narrow caused her ankle to pop out of her shoes easily. Her nails devolving into claws ripped the sock at the front. It was so strange to see the shape of a human leg slowly transition to that of a dog. Either anatomy looked normal as you have seen both plenty of times, but to have them shift from one to the other is wild. Transformation magic isn't exactly a new thing to the world- but learning any sort of magic requires an advanced education so is generally only an option in large cities or to the very wealthy families. Neither of which are anywhere near Gracefront. You help her pull the socks off afterwards. Having torn socks that don't even fit anymore would only trip her, and since you're still on the fire escape- it\92s a long ways down. She stumbles a few more times and you stay close so she can balance against you. Her paws are a lot less broad than her feet, so when she steps on the gaps between the bars of the catwalk she sort of sinks in. Not enough for her leg to fall through the gaps but enough to trip her still. She gets you to head down the ladder part first so if she falls you can attempt to catch her... you suppose she did not think about what sort of a view that would give you. She is wearing a dress- you can see directly up her skirt. Unlike her new paws, her tail is covered in fur- though the fur is so short it sort of just looks like her skin color changed. The tail is pretty short compared to her body size and narrow, and it's pulled her panties down in the back to let itself out- though obviously unable to escape her skirt. With a bit of a blush you see she has changed elsewhere too. There is a bulge in the FRONT of her panties... is Abby actually male? No... because you don't see any balls. She just has a really huge clit you suppose, or perhaps a hermaphrodite? Once on the ground again, you help Abby down after you since there is still a three foot drop off the bottom of the ladder. Once she is on the ground she starts panting and bent over as a wave of dizziness took her, and at first it almost looks like her dress suddenly got bigger- but it was the other way around. Abby 's entire body is shrinking! You hear a dog bark and with its snout, motioned something outside of your field of view toward you two. If the dogs are people transformed, why would they work against you? You don't have time to think about it, grab Abby by the wrist and dash away as fast as you can. Abby is too disoriented from her shrinking to go ahead without you leading her. By the time you get to an alleyway; Abby is holding her dress in place by the waist because it is now very ill-fit. The shoulders of the dress have fallen off her shoulders, leaving her bare to her bust. Abby's ears are now getting long and loose- the ends wobble as they lose structural integrity and start to fold over on themselves. "Feel so... so light... light headed and... still shrinking!" Her sleeves popped over her hands as her arms were now too small to fit down them. "Are you going to be alright? If you turn into a dog, are we going to be able to turn you back without knowing who cast the spell in the first place?" "Nnngh. I don't... know. I am not a spellslinger! If we try to snoop around, you will just end up a dog too, and that certainly don't help us none." You see a bulge at the front of her skirt now that the fabric is starting to drape off her, its being held up in the front by the growing bulge- even bigger than when you spotted it before. She held her gut a moment and almost went cross-eyed as she moaned loudly, and then her moan spiked in pitch to pain territory as her body jerked suddenly and she bowed forward. The bulge at the front of her skirt bounced in place a moment- her ovaries having inverted now to join the bulge in her panties. She stumbles a bit, then steps on her own excess clothing fabric and stumbles toward you- you catch her hands or... what is left of her hands. You can feel through the sleeve that they are stretching rapidly into paws too! Her panting gets heavier and you can hear a faint whine from her. Her lips have turned black, which immediately made you think of Fortune from before. Was she wearing black lipstick? Or are her lips actually black? Abby is now tiny compared to you. On one hand you don't feel entirely right about stripping her clothes off- on the other hand she is clearly tangled in them because they do not even come remotely close to fitting her anymore. You hold her clothing up so she can worm her own way out from the collar. She almost gets out before hunching forward so far that she falls onto all fours! Her body lurches several times and her spine starts to pop and grow longer! Her arms and legs continue to change shape all the way to the socket- preventing her from standing back up again, and then start to compact! Her limbs are starting to look disproportionately small, even by dog standards. When her face starts to push out she has transformed enough for you to realize she isn't just any mutt- Abby is transforming into a Dachshund! A wiener dog! Her torso just keeps getting longer and longer and her limbs shorter and shorter! You also see now that she is mostly free of her clothing- she is not female anymore. She was a born-woman before, but the transformation seems to have embarrassingly included a gender swap. The bulge you had seen was an enormously engorged clit, but now it has fully evolved into the red rocket of a male dog, and as her legs become shorter it starts to uncomfortably bounce off the pavement below her as it bobs heavily. A shadow of the dachshund's short fur spreads across her and you see her visibly shiver from the sensation. Her moans are now all whines, and she makes several breathless barks- likely an attempt to tell you something but her voice no longer functions for human words. Even with the face of a dog you can plainly see the worry on it. The transformation seems to have finished and she walks awkwardly in a circle, clearly not knowing what to do. She tried to walk forward a few times, but her penis jams into the pavement below and forces her to stop, then whine and thrust a few times automatically without meaning to. His erection won't go away, and his legs are so short that he cannot walk with it. You have no choice but to pick him up and carry Abby. You pick him up by his little armpits and carry him so his erection is pointing away from you, and most of your fingers are resting on his chest to keep him from swinging in your grip. You grumble to yourself wondering why he has an erection in the first place. He is worried, not aroused? Unless it is part of the spell itself. You take as many turns as possible- it means you make less ground but are harder to follow. The dog seen you come into the laneways in the first place so they have a rough idea of where you entered- you want to make sure they have as little of an idea as possible of where you exit. Problem is, this is a small town- there aren't that many places to hide, especially if the entire town is in on it. Where are you even going to go, where no one is going to find you? Right now you are just running blindly. You turn a corner and nearly run straight into Fortune, stopping you in your tracks. She looks as surprised as you, then chuckles the moment she spots Abby's hard pecker wobbling out in front of you both. "Wow, careful, you will put someone's eye out with that thing." You spin on your heels and go to run the other way. You hear Fortune shout at you to wait, but of course you don't. It isn't particularly easy to run with Abby's weight against your chest, but his erection still won't go away so you can't put him down or he would immediately be caught. You stop again as a French poodle turns the corner ahead of you slowly. When it spots you it dips its head and curls its lips just enough that you know to back the fuck away. Your maneuvers in the alleyways did nothing to lose them- they don't need to see you or know where you went; they are dogs, they can smell you. Fortune quickly catches up and places her hands on your shoulders and whispers in your ears. "Just put the little guy down, no one is here to hurt you." "And how do I know to trust you?" "You think the town is turning everyone into dogs, ya?" "Something like that." "Then I would turn you into a dog whether you comply or not. So then, what is the difference? You've nothing to lose." Fair point. It isn't like you could run far anyway- you don't mess with a poodle, it will kill you. It also contradicts Abby's theory. If the dogs were people forced into the form of these beasts... why would they be working against you trying to escape and not helping you? Another woman shows up and Fortune tells her to take Abby. You do not want to let them but you've no other option at this point. Fortune takes you into an apartment building and as you wander up through the halls following her, she starts to actually explain. "Okay well... remember I said the town is under new management?" You nod slowly. "Well, the new management is all dogs." She reached into the pocket of her pants and pulled out a purple, heart shaped dog tag with the name 'Fortune' engraved on it. "Including me." Fortune isn't human- she is a dog under a transformation spell! She explains that an old sorcerer named Antallath came here in his retirement, seeking the calm prairie to look out on in his old age. But he was a transformation expert. Most of his notes were on various transformation spells, so when he passed away no one in the small town knew what to do with his writings and books, so they ended up in the local library collecting dust- till Zaya got her paws on them. There was a secret problem in this small town for the longest time- everyone fixes their male dogs, but no one fixes the females. Getting a female 'fixed' is a lot more complicated than a male, and this only becomes more complicated the older the dog is. This was simplified by the common folk to just 'don't fix them at all'. But they do all still get their male dogs fixed... fine on the surface right? Females can't get pregnant if there are no fertile males in the first place. They can however still go into heat. And... who is going to fix that? If none of the males can perform properly, all the females go into heat with absolutely no relief, ever. Well Zaya was getting driven up a wall by her heat one day and her family got angry with her because she was grinding her hot box on the arm of the couch- and as you can imagine from her human form; she is a very big dog. They gave her the boot and made her sleep outside because she was soaking the furniture with her pussy juice. But it is their fault she has no males to service her! In a rage, Zaya left home and broke into the library, getting ahold on the spellwork of old Antallath. Obviously a dog isn't smart enough to put together a working spell- but Antallath was a transformation expert; he already put them together, she just needed to activate them. Once Zaya had transformed herself into a human, she gained the intellectual capacity of a human. She started to turn the other bitches into women, and then in an act of revenge they turned on their masters. The dogs took over the entire town- the true dogs turned human, and the humans turned dogs. "And you force anyone passing through to turn into dogs too, trapping them here." "N-no! Someone must have turned Abby into a dog because she was trying to rat us out. Like I said; we don't get many outsiders here, we haven't needed to deal with the problem before. That is what Zaya needed to talk to me about before- discussing what we should do about the outsiders." "And?" You walk out onto the roof of the building behind her, she leads you across the dark rooftop toward a billboard coming off the side of the building on an angle. The breeze is pretty strong up here, but even at night the air is warm enough for the breeze to just be refreshingly cool. Fortune shrugged. "If you promise not to rat us out, you can go whenever you like. You can also stay though, and have fun with us?" "What, as a dog? No thanks." "No... hey! Don't knock it till you try it anyway! The train isn't going to be here again for another week at least, so... it isn't like you can leave right away regardless." She stepped off the side of the roof onto the catwalk under the illuminated billboard. It was toward the north end of town so you could see most of the town from here. She patted the area beside her, inviting you to sit with her and you do. The billboard behind you is spraypainted over with images of dog dicks and various canine themed writings- in retrospect it's incredibly obvious the graffiti was done by a dog, but how would you have guessed a dog able to do that, before? -3- "So, what is it like being a dog anyway? If it isn't so bad- why are you a human now?" Fortune opened her hand and held it up as glowing runes danced over her palm. "Why not turn dog right now, and find out? I can turn you back after." You look very reluctant. "Oh come on." She moves closer. "You can have a little fun with me too? A stranger, in a new town. No one knows you yet, no consequences." She gently pushed you back to lie down. You are afraid of even attempting to resist her because of how narrow the catwalk is that you are on- it is two floors up if you fall. She climbs over you and puts her hand on your chest, which also puts the runes hovering in it into your body! You feel your muscles ripple in an outward motion from where she touched, and then a heavy tingling that makes you squirm a moment. Before your transformation even takes hold however- Fortune rapidly changes! Because her human form is technically just an elaborate illusion; her transformation to dog is almost instant. Unlike Abby, her size does not change at all- she is also a very big dog. Her midriff sinks in, and the muscles smooth over. Her chest becomes rounder as her already small breasts vanish- but six erect, black nipples swell out from her midriff to replace them! Because she did not change size, her clothes still fit her in dog form. Her tail squirms its way out, folding itself to wedge up under the waist and then pop out over it to straighten again- short and thin like Abby's. Fortune's bronze skin was covered quickly by fur of the same color, but only on her paws, chest, crotch, eyebrows, and the front of her face. Everywhere else on her body was coated instead with black fur, taking after her former hair, which promptly fell out as her face stretched into its proper shape. Even in the form of a dog she looks muscular. Fortune is a mix breed- half Doberman Pinscher and half Great Dane; a Doberdane. She sits on your lap and you immediately feel the rush of blood into your dick. You are not that aroused... which means your theory about Abby was true- the incessant erection is part of the transformation itself. Given their motives to create the transformation in the first place- that isn't at all surprising. Your urethra seems to push out ahead of the rest of your penis, almost feeling like you're sounding with something. You can feel the urethra itself slide out further than the glans of your penis, creating a soft spike at the end where it juts out. Fortune cocks an eyebrow at you a moment, then sits up, shuffling down a bit and takes your pants off with her teeth, pulling them down and letting out a pleased sounding yip when she sees your transforming genitals! You glance to the side to see if you can spot anyone in the street who might see you. You are both directly under a fully illuminated billboard over a busy part of the town. You can see several dogs out and about in the street- but none are paying you any attention. Neither you nor Fortune are actually in the light; you are below it. And several other dogs were banging in the streets and fully occupied with their own fun to give you any heed. You have never transformed before obviously and you don't know much of anything when it comes to magic so you are very unnerved watching your manhood deform into an unfamiliar shape. Your foreskin thickens and then draws itself back- the rest of your shaft pulling away, extending but only beyond the foreskin. The shaft growing but the foreskin staying where it is sort of feels like someone slowly and gently peeling tape off your skin- you can feel the new skin cells branching and peeling away from the old. Your pubic hair falls away into nothingness, almost like watching something turn to ash instantly and crumble. Your pubic hair is almost instantly replaced by the shadow of fur. Fur is much softer than hair, so although you are expecting a prickly, itching feeling- there is none. It is just a faint tingle and warmth in the skin and that is all you feel from the fur. It is a golden color. The skin at the base of your cock tightens, pulling it up toward your body and the foreskin starts to fuse to you at the base! The fur is growing up onto it- it is becoming your sheath! You also feel a sudden stiffness in your phallus deep in its roots for a moment- a baculum forming. Fortune turned her rump to you a moment and lowered her head to pull your shoes and socks off too! You would think you should be cold in the middle of the night getting stripped so high up, but the transformation itself is always lead by an inner heat. She looks past your feet directly at you, but opens her maw and playfully licks your feet. It tickles so you curl your toes to escape her licks, but when you do all your toes swell thicker! Your largest toe regresses, and when you uncurl your toes again you can feel the subtle pressure against the skin around them as your nails start to slide out longer. When the nail grows longer it also becomes thicker and narrower, darkening to charcoal grey. She gently nipped your left foot and tugged upward- this caused the foot to stretch, and narrow! She then repeated the process with the other. You were only half paying attention, since your dick is still changing too. It pulses from normal fully erect to painfully hard, stretching a little bit bigger with every throb. The sheath holds it against your underside so it's forced to point straight up at you, and vibrates with your heart beat. The shaft becomes thicker, and the veins become more visible, and the surface more red as a result. A canine phallus lives in a sheath, so it isn't meant for someone to grab and jack off- it's more sensitive than a human penis. The way your penis transformed already shows you this, because essentially this entire penis is what used to be exclusively the skin under your foreskin. Basically the sensitivity of your glans and corona, except now your entire penis is that. Your hips make subtle twitches forward; your body trying to find release from the tension of your impossibly high, magically induced arousal. Once Fortune is done stretching your feet, you feel an odd sensation of growth on the front of your feet- fat deposits encased in a dense, dark skin to create pads on their bottoms to protect them from getting cut. Fortune steps forward, walking over you again and you notice how much easier she does it this time- you're smaller! You've been shrinking, but so gradually that you did not notice. She steps on your chest and puts her full weight down, but unusually the pressure from her weight shoots through your torso like a wave, and presses into your arms! It pools into your hands and they are forced open as they start to stretch! Your thumbs remain where they were and start to regress into dew claws while your fingers get shoved forward by the stretching of the rest! You also see movement beyond Fortune and glance to your feet a moment again as you see fur sprouting from the joints in your toes and then spreading across your feet and slowly up your legs! When it touches the inside of your legs the color changes to be very pale- more light grey than the golden the rest was taking. Fortune moves her snout close as your hands are changing, like she is going to lick you, but you move your face to the side. You'd rather not be covered in dog drool on top of everything else. She pauses and makes a little whine so you reluctantly turn to face her again. She does not lick you- she presses her glossy black lips into yours! She is kissing you- though her lips are unable to properly lock onto yours in their current shape so it is a rather timid kiss. You feel an odd itchy pressure in your nose a moment and your vision vibrates as the bridge of your nose pops loudly! You feel your lips push back against hers and your face starts to stretch outward! You can feel your hands nearly complete their transformation into paws, now outside of your vision. The swelling in your now very girthy shaft caused the corona to lose definition against it, as the shaft became perfectly level with it. Then Fortune dipped her hips just enough to softly rub the rubbery mound in her pants against it and with a powerful throb that held for several seconds; your shaft became wider at the end than your glans and caused them to invert! The head of your penis popped the opposite way- now an indentation on the end of the shaft, making the urethra stand even further out from the rest! It was now drooling hot pre onto the fur spreading up your torso from your crotch. There was black dots marking your midriff, but since you are male that is all they will ever be- the unused nipples of a male dog. At first when your face starts to push out; you keep making weird faces unintentionally. Your body doesn't know how to react to these sensations causing your facial muscles to flinch erratically. The growth pushes the most in the middle, and radiates out- so in comparison the sides of your head feel unchanged. You do feel a tug on the sides as your ears shift position- following your relocating ear holes. Your ears become triangular and while you can feel the squirm of new muscles in their base to allow them to pivot- they remain as rigid in form as your human ears had been. So you are a species with erect ears. That throws out your first immediate guess at a golden lab. You can feel a tail rapidly growing- you cannot see it right now but it feels like it is longer than Fortune and Abby's tails. Fortune steps off you a bit surprised when you look winded- she realized that you had shrunk enough now that her weight is too much for you to breathe under. When she breaks her lips off from yours, your mouth immediately opens. "Uuugh... thus us sho-oh- oaaah!" Your face appears in your own field of vision. You close your mouth again, gritting your teeth a moment and it feels like they are melting together! Your teeth are turning into fangs, allowing them to fit between each other. You don't even feel your hair fall out- but you know it must have when you feel fur spread out from where it used to be and cover your head! Where the fur initially goes is a red-hot heat which cools quickly thankfully in the night air after it passes over. There is a large bulge in your sheath that throbs harder still than the rest of the shaft. The pulses in it so hard it feels like something knocking on your dick to be let out. It looks like someone managed to shove a chicken egg in your sheath. Your shoulders crack loudly and your arms go numb for a split second as they abruptly move up almost as if you were going to hug Fortune- but you didn't deliberately move them at all! You realize soon after that you cannot move your arms out to the sides even half as far as you could before- the shoulder sockets no longer move that way; you are a quadruped now. Your legs do the same only seconds later, causing your legs to get pulled upright so abruptly that you lightly kick Fortune in the butt! She makes several stuttered yipping sounds that makes it sound like she is chuckling at you. Glancing down at yourself as your chest rises up, you now see how massive her paws are in comparison! You are less than half her size! Your shirt is still on, but extremely baggy and pooled onto the catwalk on either side of you with excess fabric. Your torso yanks a bit longer, winding you a moment and causing you to roll onto your side to wheeze as your body finishes its transition to a more barrel-shape. You yip in surprise as you feel a surge from your cock, and it spits a large gob of pre and extends by at least an inch and a half instantly! The egg sized knob in your sheath suddenly swelled to tennis ball sized, causing it to be forcefully ejected from your sheath from a lack of room! Your cock now has a diamond-hard knot at its base! Compared to your body, your dick is now a good bit larger than it was before- though your overall size has been reduced drastically too. You shiver from the feeling of long fur growing from your tail and glance at it- it is fairly long and quite bushy. You'd almost have guessed wolf based on its shape but that cannot be true. Even the smallest wolf is still bigger than you are. You lay on your side panting for a few minutes at least, not looking at anything, just dazed. The night air smells so...sharp, it almost hurts your nose for a moment. Everything looks slightly off, though you cannot put your finger on it for several moments. You realize what is wrong with the appearance of everything when you remember; dogs cannot see the color green. The endless prairie grass surrounding the city now looks blue in the moonlight- you are blind to its natural color. So, I would be on top but... I might accidentally crush you. You furrow your brows. Wait... those aren't my thoughts...? They're mine- me; it's Fortune! You can read my mind?! Your conscious mind, yea. I read Antallath's books too- I have been fucking around with all sorts of tricks. You get up onto all fours and look at her as she turns her rump to you, sits, and then puts a front paw on the front of her pants and partially stands again- pulling the pants down. It doesn't matter if you are a canine; you are still mentally a human, you do not want to bang her! Well, in this form. Her human form is kind of... and your thoughts trail off a bit as you actually see her hot box exposed now. It projects out far from her pelvic floor- a sign she is ready for loving. Shaped like a plush, soft rubber triangle, her canine labia are a shade of brown so dark it is nearly impossible to distinguish from black. But her labia are so engorged with arousal that just a tiny bit of their neon pink inner walls are visible in the center of the Y shaped opening. It is so hot you can feel the heat radiating off it from two feet away! Wait no... only on your face? Your nose? You can... SMELL the heat? Knowing where the musky, salty smell is coming from should make it a bit gross, but it isn't a bad smell. You step a bit closer just to smell it more, and identify it better. It is such a unique smell. Fortune playfully rocks her hips back to boop your nose with her pussy, and for a moment the smell becomes so strong that your head spins and you rock back a bit from the push. She then squats, shoving you back onto your butt with her own much larger butt and sits herself down on your rod! Her comparatively giant pussy swallows your shaft like it was nothing, but still pauses at the knot. Being so tremendously giant compared to you- this can't be doing much for her at all, but the soft walls of her pussy collapse in to massage your dick, so you still get plenty of pleasure from this. The plush walls of her vagina milking your shaft like it was trying to swallow you cause you pleasure which causes muscle contractions- it causes you to thrust your hips entirely on reaction alone without you thinking about it. When she slowly lifts her rump up, you immediately try to follow, needing more of this feeling. You already started, it's too late to back down now, you need to cum! She is over twice your size though, so when she starts to stand up straight you quickly run out of distance your legs can cover and reach around her midriff as far as you can with your arms and grip her tightly with your paws as she lifts you off the catwalk entirely- balanced on her big butt! Now you thrust quickly and frantically into her almost as much to keep your balance as for pleasure! You have to thrust forward to prevent yourself from sliding off! You are certainly not the smallest canine- it is just that Fortune is easily one of the largest. She is so large her head would be up to the chest of most adult humans, so... most dogs will be below her. You can tell from her size that her father was a Doberman, and her mother was the Dane- the pups always take after their mother more physically than the father. Your shirt is quite baggy, but you are still wearing it, so you cannot be THAT small. It doesn't take long at all for your thrusts to become noisy- her pussy amply wet. You do not get the knot in out of fear of angling your hip too far forward and falling off- but her pussy lips are so soft and billowed out that you get over half your knot swallowed into her flesh without actually entering her vaginal passage. When you pull out, her pussy follows you. It projects out from the pelvic floor, so her canine pussy follows your cock a good distance out of her before it slides off and wobbles back into its normal shape. It is very soft, and very rubbery. You can feel a twitch in her labia against your balls when you are fully pushed against her- her clit is hidden in the bottom facing corner of its triangular shape. You think you hear the slaps echoing from the laneways around you, but you realize the more distant wet slaps are... other dogs. You can hear better now- so even without seeing them, you can hear other dogs breeding around you. An entire town of overly horny canines finally getting release after far too long- they had many years of pent up heat to get rid of. You are just like them now... mirroring the wet squelches and slaps. Your hard knot plapping against her wet, plush lips. Half out of fear of falling, half arousal. Half from fear of what she could do to you if you do not cooperate, and half from the blinding need to cum. Your brain tunes out its conscious thoughts to the warm throbbing pleasure, but then your front paws slip a bit! You slam your cock into her to squirm back forward again and finally drive your knot in entirely by accident! Fortune yips in surprise and then breaths out heavily in a sigh of relief. You are not nearly endowed enough to tie her, so you can still pull the knot out even when fully engorged. Oh Gods... the pleasure is tenfold. The knot is by far the most sensitive part- particularly the back curve of it. The sharp surge of pleasure you get from pulling the back of the knot back out of her lips is so intense that you immediately pop it back in; thrusting forward on reflex to the pleasure. Your knot is just wide enough though that popping just the knot in and out is enough to finally rub Fortune's clit and give a bit of that pleasure back too. She turns herself and then mashes you against the billboard itself! She pins you to it with her butt and grinds herself up and down on you, shoving you into her as deep as you could possibly go. You moan, but it comes out sounding like a weird growling whine and after holding you pinned to her for half a minute you finally cum explosively into her! Since you cannot tie her; as soon as she steps away from the billboard you pop out and fall off. Your penis remains out even as it softens, because the blood is concentrated the most into the knot, and the rest of the penis cannot return to the sheath if the knot is still out. Fortune turns to lick it clean for you. Your supposed to clean yourself while it is still out. You could get an infection if you let it return to the sheath still sopping wet! Silly pup. She even managed to pin her pants to the catwalk under her and wiggle them back up her butt to fully wear them again while still in dog form. She casually hopped back onto the roof and looked back at you. Well? I still have that cool place I wanted to show you. You said you would turn me back human..? Fortune sighed. You'll have to catch me first. She bolted toward the stairs and you scramble to catch up. Hardly a fair chase- one step for her is three of yours. Chasing her down the stairs and through the halls; she had enough time to stop and wiggle her butt at you in mockery several times. When you get outside she does not stop running except to make sure you do not lose her around corners. Ugh! Such an unfair challenge; you can't take corners like she does because you don't know the town. You can't bolt around a turn at full speed or you'd end up eating the side of a streetlight you didn't know was there. You do feel amazingly fast compared to when you were a human. You are powered on four limbs instead of two, but you are also a lot closer to the ground, making it appear to be going by extremely fast in comparison. The air rushing past your fur feels good to burn off all that excess heat from fucking Fortune. You let your mouth open a bit to take in even more of the crisp night air. It is a starry sky above- you could not see it when you were at the billboard because the town lights drown out the stars. Since Gracefront is a small town you do not have to worry about broken glass or other garbage laying around on the ground- the streets and walkways are almost entirely clean. Especially so now that the human population is nearly gone. You still feel the ground under your pads as you run- little rocks and such. The feeling is more diffused though, and sharper objects do not hurt. Sort of like a callous, only its soft and springy, so it gives you a bit of bounce in your step as well. Fortune is leading you to the edge of town? You notice you can still see just fine in spite of leaving most of the lights of the town behind- and the moon is not out right now. You glance down while running and look at your paws and realize your claws are sharper and a bit longer than hers. Wait... did she actually turn you into a dog? No. What? You look up just in time to realize she stopped running, and collide with her on accident! Hey, watch it! S-sorry. What... what am I? Well you are still getting used to the town, so I needed to turn you into something that could see in the dark. You are a Coyote. Anyway- we are here! She leads you into the train graveyard. The old train cars are rusted in place on partially dismantled tracks, and some of them lying on their sides. The cars catch grass and shrub seeds off the prairie wind which then overgrow them. There is many other dogs here, but they just seem to be cuddling together or relaxing on their own- unlike in the town no one was having sex or chasing each other around here. She helped you get up onto a car and sit beside her. You follow her gaze out over an ocean of grass under a million stars in the sky. The grass twinkles just like the night sky- a million fireflies dancing between the blades of grass that ripple like ocean waves in the calm night air. I know it is nothing special really but... it is really nice. We don't have too much else to look at, out here. N-no, it's beautiful. Fortune presses herself close to you and her warmth, the calm surroundings, and your recent orgasm caused you to fall asleep again Fortune. You both wake up in the warm sunlight of day. You wake up first, but as soon as you start to move; Fortune wakes up so frantically that her scrambling to get to her feet again almost kicked you off the side of the train car by accident. AH, crap I slept in! Canines usually have an extremely good sense of time- that is why they get stressed when something unusual happens to their schedule; they notice immediately when something is late. Fortune hunched forward and you could hear the sound of shifting tissue and clicking bone as she started to turn back human! Her mouth hung open and she groaned long and hard as her face compressed- apparently it is the strangest feeling part of her transformation. Her hands shrunk but her digits lengthened, and her claws drew black and flattened back into nails. Her arms transformed before her legs which almost caused her to topple over. The way her nipples popped flat against her body was like someone pressing in a button. Her small breasts once again jiggle into existence in her shirt- visible only because her top is very elastic and form fitting. Her midriff actually flattened more to take her human shape as her abdominal muscles bulged. Her thighs then rounded with muscle as human shape returned to her legs and then feet. Her fur seemed to melt off as the change rippled through her body, and then disintegrate in the air as it fell, so none of it even had a chance to touch the ground. Her tail regressed so fast that it looked like it melted away as well- like watching a popsicle shrink in fast forward. Her pussy drew back into her pelvic floor, flattening against her before it started to change shape- since human vulva do not project hardly at all. I also only sticks out like that from dogs when they are in heat- she can't be in heat if she is human. H-hey, turn me back too! Fortune glanced at you with a raised brow for a moment. "You never caught me. Just kidding of course." She flicked her fingers toward you and a tingling sensation entered your body. She did not wait around for the results- she dashed off, probably to the mayor's office since she knows Zaya. Unlike her transformation back to human, yours is like your entire body turned to liquid and then exploded outward into the shape of your normal body before re-solidifying! You went from coyote to human again in the span of 5 seconds while her transition took almost two minutes. Reverting a transformation is quick and easy- and human is your default, but her transformed state. It is only now that you realize your clothing is still on the billboard. You are naked in the middle of the train graveyard! Well, there is no way you can get to the apartment building, through all the halls up to the roof and climb onto a billboard while naked in broad daylight without multiple people seeing you. You instead sneak back to the hotel. If you can get to your room, you can just put on a different outfit. You still get spotted several times, but they are all dogs. You have no idea who used to be human and who is a dog by default... which helps you be a little less embarrassed about it. A born-dog isn't going to view nudity in the same light. As soon as you enter the hotel lobby Taffy spots you however. Well, so much for sneaking into your room. "Hey! Oh gosh, fun night on the town? Oooh, actually, are you up for a little fun right now, huh, HUH?" She literally crawled over the countertop and plopped down on your side to dash over. "Wu-what? Are you trying to ask i-" "Sex!" You lower your brows. "Look, I was just going back to my room to get new clothes..." She snatches the key from your hand. "Not without thi-isss~" Wow, holding your key hostage, real cute. She placed a hand on your dick and your entire body goes stiff a moment in surprise at the wave of firmness firing down your dick and back again as it rapidly became erect! Taffy isn't just a human they left alone- she is also a dog, which means she also learned magic. Your genitals rapidly changed as she was holding them, and she kept pulling your foreskin back as it turned into a sheath to help the growth along. She was only interested in transforming your junk, not doing the rest. Because she is so small compared to you, she jumped up onto you, crossing her legs around your hips to hold herself in place and speared herself on your dog cock! You did not want to get caught in the lobby with this little gremlin riding your meat pole so you start thrusting into her to speed things along. Her ears slowly start to grow out as you fuck her standing up, and she starts panting like a dog. You cannot get the knot into her- she is too tight. The grip of her legs loosens and you end up leaning back a bit so she remains balanced on you- being held up almost entirely by your dick! She started to tremble in orgasm, letting out a high pitched cry, but then a surprised yip and her entire body rapidly started to shrink! It felt like your dick was getting massive, because her pussy was shrinking rapidly around it! She started to slide off the end of it because she is becoming so small that you can't fit your penis inside of her at all! She popped off and fell, but you managed to catch her among her clothing which no longer even remotely fit. You let her down onto the floor and pulled the clothing back so she could escape. She yipped once and then trot back over to the counter nonchalantly. Taffy is a Chihuahua, big surprise- the gremlins of the dog world. You take the key back from out of her discarded clothes and decide to head up to your room- though now you have a raging dog boner with no way of getting rid of it. Taffy is too small for you to fit, so she can't do anything. Her orgasm must have caused her to revert her transformation by accident. Zaya still has fangs in human form, and Fortune has black lips- no one in this town is as good of a mage as Antallath, so there are minor imperfections with their transformations. You stumble a few times on your way back to your room, because your penis and especially your knot pulses so tight you get weak in the legs. You almost reach down to grab it but notice your nails are claws! Are you turning into a full dog slowly? Another throb causes you to bow forward a bit and your tail bone squirms longer. Yup, a really delayed transformation. Or an accident- Taffy clearly isn't the best spell caster. As you feel your ears starting to change shape you pick up the sound of another dog whimpering. The sound and pitch... you can identify the whimpers as Abby, transformed as a dachshund! You find her room and open the door to see her, er... HIM look at you with surprise. The door was unlocked the whole time? Why didn't he just- oh, right. Can't reach the doorknob; he is too small and his torso is too long for him to even stand on his hind legs. He also still could not walk far, he was desperately horny and his limbs so short that his dick could not lift off the floor. You could see precum on the edge of the bed, dresser, drops all over the carpet... damn, Abby has been trying to get himself off but hasn't been able to. Trapped in his room with a permanent erection. Normally you would not even humor the idea, but given the weird situation and the fact you also have an unforgiving boner and a canine transformation literally happening right now- you drop to all fours. Your leg joints take this as encouragement and pop immediately. You unintentionally lift your upper torso higher as your shoulders sink lower and their joints pop as well, locking you into all fours. Your tail starts to grow fur again and you lift it, to try and give Abby an idea. Neither are you are telepathic like Fortune, so communication is one-way. You are bisexual- you can take care of both these boners at the same time. You thought he would be reluctant, but he actually picked up the hint fast and awkwardly got up to you- you needed to squat and basically sit back onto his boner because he could not get up or stay up on his own. Your transformation sped up from your anus outward as Abby thrust his throbbing rod in- your hips popping and reshaping, and fur starting at your hind paws and the base of your sheath; spreading quickly across your body. You bounce on his crotch and grind with more gusto as the precum decreases the friction inside. His dick feels like it is throbbing bigger and bigger- but it is actually you getting smaller and smaller. Your fur is longer than last time? Oh, this transformation was instigated by Taffy, so you probably ARE turning into an actual dog this time. Tan and white fur? Very small dog. You feel yourself rapidly growing a mustache? Oh- a Terrier. You feel Abby's body sliding up yours as you shrink- his torso is like a pool noodle- even if he is the same size as you, his torso is still twice as long. He is thrusting the best he can, but you can tell he is tired- he has likely been humping everything in his room desperately trying to get off since last night. You remember how sensitive your knot was last night, and shove back into Abby to try and get him to pop it in, but it isn't any easy fit. Usually the knot is already inside before it is fully engorged- but not this time. You back up and he rapidly moves his little back legs to keep up and you ram him back against a leg of the bed- shoving him forward and with you shoving back the knot pops inside! It immediately slams up against your prostate and you moan and blast your load all over the floor as Abby continues to frantically thrust in- your cum is stuttered by her thrusts. When fully in; his knot is large enough to block the flow of cum, causing it to stop when he thrusts in and resume when he pulls back. He is tied to you, so he cannot pull it back out, causing his thrusts to be rapid and shallow. Abby finally orgasms and you arch back in surprise at the sensation of the hot stream of cum slamming into your insides and coating them! Damn, that is a powerful stream of cum- he must have been extremely pent up! It feels like you have a water balloon shoved up your butt because of how much cum is trapped- unable to leak out because of the knot. He tries to pull off after a few moments, and you turn and nip his ear- trying to tell him to stop. You are tied- he isn't going to be able to pull out right now without snapping his dick off. You direct him, so you both stand butt-to-butt, twisting his shaft around so the blood can flow out easier than it can flow in, allowing it to drain out of the knot. Well... you can't talk again, but all you really need to do is find Fortune and she can just turn you back again. But will she also turn Abby back? It took you a while to find her, and you were surprised of all the people and dogs who spotted you walking with Abby- no one attempted to re-capture Abby. You suppose he can't do much to them as a dog anyway. When you did find Fortune, her answer surprised you- you could turn yourself back. She put both the transformation and reversion spell inside of you, so you can activate either one- she doesn't actually know how to revoke them once they are put into someone. All of their spell knowledge is lifted from a mage who is no longer alive to actively teach anyone. If he did not make notes on something- no one is going to know how to do it. She tells you to focus on what your true form is, and try to stretch yourself into that shape while concentrating on it. Basically; even though you have paws- use them as if you still had hands, and you will have hands again. You follow her instructions and manage to turn yourself back human, then request she give that ability to Abby too. Fortune is a bit reluctant, and gets you to convince Abby not to try and tell any outsides of Gracefront, and he agrees with a nod. Even if he wanted to tell others- the train isn't coming back for another week and the phone lines are all cut. Once Abby is human again, she dashes back to the hotel in a panic to cover herself. Fortune just turns back into a full dog and slips her pants off for you to take. They are really hot and... oh, the crotch is damp... why are you not surprised. When you are about to split off from her, you brush your hair back a bit and realize your ears are still triangular and folded over! "Wait, what? Why didn't my ears change?" Oh... you can't change them? Eh- give it a while. "Is it normal for changes to linger like that?" Mmmmm...yes? Sort of. You see it is triggered by your mind, but transforming sort of puts you more into the mind of the body you gained, right? Well a dog mindset can't turn human- so if you have a canine transformation spell also inside of you, it is going to trigger that instead. "So I just... think more human?" Yea. Well your body is mostly human so it will happen naturally without you needing to consciously do anything. Like I said, just give it a while and it will go away on its own. She sniffed the air, leaning slightly close to you. You had sex with Taffy? That couldn't have been in her true form, right? You blush immediately. "How did you know that?! She held my room key hostage!" I can smell her sex on you. And Abby- but that is less surprising. I don't mind- as long as you come home to momma, you can play with all the girls you want. I will be here when you want a WOMAN. Yikes. You're stuck in an entire town of horny female dogs, and they all want a ride on the new guy. As you wander off to see if you can find a place to work while you are here, you think more on it- trying to change your mind set a bit. You are stuck here, sure, and half the town wants to have sex with you- which would normally be weird. They want to be with the canine version of you though, not the human, so it wouldn't even be with your own body sort of. And you certainly enjoyed your time with Fortune the other night and have no complaints about having Abby ride you. Now that people know you are in on it- the partially transformed are no longer trying to evade your gaze. Plenty of women around, mostly manning the workplaces while almost all men are at least a little bit dog. It goes away on its own... but if you become canine again before then, you deepen the side effect further, and extend the period you'd need to go for it to completely wear off. But the more canine your mind is, the less self-control you're going to have. You see half-dog men fucking women leaned against the walls in laneways here and there, and even in the short period you see them as you walk by you can see changes. The bodies of the men pulsing in strange ways before part of them lets go and with the sound of stretching tissue the part deforms into that of a dog. A bit rarer- you see a few demi-dogs banging fully ferals. Being surrounded by sex on all sides in broad daylight, it is hard to not get a boner. When you do though- you feel a strange tingle in subtle waves sporadically from your tail bone, up your taint and fading into your balls and the base of your shaft. Your body is probably trying to convert your genitals again from being forced to think about it, but you are thus far able to resist. You wander into a gas station to see a very beautiful woman behind the counter looking extremely bored- there is a Pitbull beside the counter sleeping; most likely her 'boyfriend'. "Hey, don't suppose there are any temp jobs around? As you probably already know, I am stuck here a while so-" "Oh my God, yes!" She dashed around the counter and hugged you abruptly, smushing her D cup melons against your arm through her paper thin cyan top. She pointed to the dog. "This lout was supposed to be running the store like he always has, but he was my master so I converted him when the town was taken over, right? Except he couldn't keep it in his pants and now he can't go human! He can't run the store as a dog! So now I got stuck with his boring job!" "D-doesn't that mean you also couldn't-" "Oh please, he fucked at least four other dogs. Once he got a taste for it he started following any bitch who wagged their tail." She immediately gave you the key to the register and practically shoved you back to where she had been standing. She pointed a few things out to you, including a security camera- telling you not to do anything stupid, because you are technically being watched. She then pressed her crotch into your butt and pinned your erection to the counter. "Borrowing Fortune's pants huh? I can smell something very manly behind her musk though." "Didn't you get into this mess because you had too much fun with men?" "Yeeeaaa... but I have been making sure he is a good boy and doesn't get any- except that also means I don't get any. And unlike Frank- I have been a good girl~ besides, you wanna earn the job, right?" You turn around and she immediately goes to pull your pants down, but you motion to the camera over her shoulder. "The security camera?" "Who cares? Fucking isn't illegal- you know how many customers come through here and make me mop cum off the floor afterwards?" Once she dropped your borrowed pants, she spun you around and bent herself over the counter, thrusting her butt into your erection. Now that it is out in the open you see you hadn't entirely restrained the changes- you penis extends further out from the foreskin than it should and the shaft is abnormally thick. She slips down her tight jean shorts and with a shrug, you decide you might as well. She has a damn fine ass, and your penis is already annoyingly erect again. You slowly push in a bit then gently thrust more in- waiting for the natural lube to build up so you don't drag her vaginal walls. Once she started panting, she grabbed the opposite end of the counter and pulled herself further onto it, and almost instantly her human form vanished! She canceled the spell! It felt like her pussy completely collapsed on your dick, squeezing it with a death grip! Oh... that is why. She reverted while you are still human- so her pussy would be comparatively tiny. She is a Doberman- but unlike Fortune, this woman is a purebred, two shades of brown fur instead of black and brown together. Her fur oddly matches patterns her human form had though- she had a streak of pink dyed in her hair, and while her hair is replaced with fur- the streak is still there. In this form the pink covers her entire left ear, and passes over her left eye before tapering off up her face. She also had a tattoo of a snake coiled around her entire left breast- in dog form the finer details of the tattoo are lost, but it still remains as the black silhouette of a snake across the left side of her chest! Her little stump of a tail is practically vibrating as you fuck her over the counter. Because she is so much smaller than you, you hold her midriff to make sure you don't thrust her straight across and off the other side. A customer actually comes into the store- looks at you two and smiles a moment before resuming what they were doing. As soon as they went to leave, your dobergirl snarls, baring her teeth. The customer smiles and slaps several bills onto the counter beside her, and she barks in approval before they leave. Geeze- people really don't care about this stuff, huh? You can feel your genitals trying to shift more, and try to resist but it seems impossible with all the pleasure- and letting it change more only increases the pleasure. You see your nails starting to turn into claws as you hold the Doberman. Heat on your back... fur spreading? Your penis fully transforms while you fuck her, so you slam your knot in and she immediately starts trembling like a leaf in the wind. You two are definitely tied together- your dick is enormous compared to her. You hear the Pitbull whine beside the counter. You start to shrink a little, but your feet also start to change, causing you to hover at the same height a moment, because your feet lengthening makes up the difference. You manage to cum before the changes get too bad. Most of the changes revert the moment you do- except your balls remain darker and coated in fur instead of pubic hair- and you do still have a tail. Your penis remains a bit girthy but returns completely to human shape. You shrank enough that you did not have to wait for you knot to shrink back to pull out- though it was still tight enough that it made an audible wet pop. The Doberman remained panting on the counter for several minutes before stand up on it. Thanks, mister. Things are heating up in Gracefront- and once the heat sets in it is impossible to think. You missed the quiet period, haha. She plopped down onto the tile floor and eyed you up again. What dog species did you get anyway? "Uh, Coy- er, Terrier? Fortune made me a coyote but Taffy turned me into a Terrier." It is Terrier then- you can't have both runes active at the same time. She bowed her head and concentrated a moment- forming several glowing runes in the air before head-butting your leg and putting them inside you! Hehe~ try that form on the next time you shift. "W-what is it?" Not telling~ And with that she sauntered out of the store to leave it in your hands. You got your pants back on and wiped her juices off the countertop so you could lean on it like she had been. The day goes by fast enough- having a lot to think about helps the time pass you by. Several customers are fully canine males- the money they need stuffed under their collar. Collars they formerly put on their pets- before the roles were reversed. You did not notice before but the pants Fortune gave you really are kind of... musky. You also lack a shirt still- not that anyone cares. You find your penis hovering between soft and half chub almost constantly- the smell of Fortune on your pants keeps causing your mind to wander. To your surprise, Abby comes rushing in when you are about to lock up. Your shift is over but the Doberman hasn't returned to take it from you, so you are just closing the store instead for now. "Oh, let me just get something quick before y- oh, it's you?" "Temp job. Going to be here a while at least, so why not." Once you lock up after Abby gets some snacks, you two head around to the side and sit at a picnic table set up for staff to sit on when they are having a smoke, since there is no smoking in the store. You two talk about random things for some time. She is wearing a skirt and a form-fit long sleeve today, since her dress from the other day is a bit messed up now. Abby glances at your tail and blushes a bit. "Thanks for... before. So embarrassing." "Don't be. This town is weird as heck- normal rules of society don't apply. The town is run by dogs, and dogs have a completely different set of morals to humans. You can't apply your rules to them." "Well I am not a dog! Or... I am not supposed to be a dog." "Well, I didn't mind anyway." "Really?" "I am bi, so yea." She blushed an even deeper red. "R-really? Well, to be honest it felt... really good. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I was so embarrassed to be turned into a dog, but a MALE on top of that?! But, it felt really good, and the need was so incessant!" A familiar voice chimed in from the low roof over your heads. "How about you turn dog of your own will and try it out under a different context then?" You and Abby both look up to see Fortune sitting above you on the roof in her human form- no pants so her pussy is out in plain sight. "You mean, change to and from on my own?" "Yea, sure. Can even switch up the breed if you want." "But will it turn me male again?" "Most dogs only learned the male transformation rune for obvious reasons, but I can do the female. Didn't like having a meastick?" "W-well, I mean it felt good but... I am a woman!" Fortune smiled and hopped off the roof. "Oh I have just the thing." She formed several runes in the air and then walked up and pat Abby on the shoulder- placing the runes in her body. Abby made several cries of confusion and surprise as she flinched forward, and you could see her hairline advancing down in the back! It was growing down her neck... but it wasn't fur? It's still hair, or at least looks identical to hair. It started to wrap around to the front of her neck and for a moment it looked like her breasts were enlarging too, but when it started to shove her shirt away far enough to spill out of her collar you realized it was still more of the long flowing fur! It started to push in on the edges of her face and her expression scrunched up and the bones in her face started to crack and pop rapidly! Her face started to push out starting with her nose, dragging the rest behind it. As soon as the fur started to advance onto her face it shifted to very fine, ultra-short fur in complete contrast to the extremely long elsewhere. Abby held up her hands to watch them devolving into paws but then her eyes went wide and she thrust forward unintentionally! A bulge appeared under her skirt! Fortune decided to make her male after all? Fortune gently placed a hand on her torso and eased Abby back a bit while taking the waist of her skirt in the other hand and shimmying it out from under her- pulling it off. There is a teat-drop shaped bulge jammed into her panties, and Fortune quickly moves to release it from its cloth prison as well! Her clit is evolving to be more phallic; swelling thicker and then longer, transitioning toward a canine penis slowly. Abby groans with desperation and rubs her thighs together from the intense feeling of her clit become over-engorged over and over again. Swelling with pressure to the point just before pain, where it feels almost like it is going to burst before the skin swells up with it and the entire thing grows in size only to repeat the process again. Her ovaries however did not increase in size. Her pussy did not swell shut. Fortune isn't turning her into a male. Her labia started to darken and swell fatter, rounder, and push further out- pursing together like a pair of lips looking for a kiss! Fortune is turning her into a hermaphrodite! Abby lurches backward suddenly and her spine lets out several dull clicks and she falls right off her seat because of the position her lengthening torso forces her into- but Fortune grabs both her forming paws to keep her from falling to the ground, then slowly eases her own onto all fours, in a squatting pose. Abby watches her giant clit throbbing larger and becoming more phallic like it is hypnotizing her. You notice her face is still getting longer too... she already has a muzzle, but it's still going. You realize her breed was changed so a scent hound- or as some people call them 'sock dogs' because their face is so extraordinarily long that it looks a bit like a sock puppet. Her ears are long too but you cannot see them at all, because the long hair-like fur grows from their backs and completely blends them into the rest of her. The fur inflates her top completely, making it lumpy and deformed as more of it spills out of her sleeves and pools on the grounds, obscuring her nearly complete paws! Her feet start changing, causing her to rock back onto her butt a bit more to ease her weight off them as they change. The fur starts growing from the rest of her too now- because it becomes so long, it starts to form earlier in the transformation than usual- it's usually the last thing to come in. Abby's forming penis used to be her clit- which is normally buried in the lower corner of the canine labia- so turning it into a penis stretched the labia's lower corner much further down, and wrapped it tightly around the base of the phallus to form a sort-of sheath, though it remained devoid of fur. Her labia swelled so far out from her and became so round and plush so quickly; watching it was sort of like watching an airbag being deployed. Her knot swelled into existence before the lower labia even turned into her pseudo-sheath, so it was already out and about as soon as it grew in. The end of her cock swelled noticeably thicker than the base, making it sort of shaped like a thick, mini baseball bat. You could see what looked like a rod being shoved up through the shaft, but realized it is the urethra- being re-routed into the cock. It got to the end and shoved outward, deforming the tip- causing the very end to impact slightly and stretching itself out from the rest to form the very point. The moment the opening formed, her entire body shuddered in pleasure and her cock erupted so much pressurized precum that it looked like she had an orgasm! Her body was producing pre before the urethra connected all the way out of her penis- causing it all to compact and pressurize with nowhere to go. Her fur became so long that it pooled on the ground under her- if Abby did not still have her shirt on, you wouldn't be able to see the shape of her body at all. She would look like the head of a mop with a dog's face sticking out of it. The fur on her tail is so long and heavy that she can't even lift it for more than a few seconds- it sweeps the ground behind her as she pants heavily and her transformation finishes. Her cock is connected to the ground by a strand of pre- and before it thins enough to break, another drop falls and re-connects. It is throbbing so hard you can SEE her heartbeat. A drop of drool falls from her panting mouth and she makes several thrusts forward as she stands. Abby just meant to stand up, but her body reacted on its own from blinding arousal. Fortune nodded. "Oh- yea, probably should have mentioned that. Arousal is part of the transformation. We have a separate spell that can delete the refractory period so a guy can go over and over- or overcharge it so they are pent up instantly and absolutely explode when they orgasm, buuut, we don't know enough about the individual parts of the transformation to be able to separate the arousal from it without fucking up the transformation itself. So, it\92s a package deal." Fortune quickly transformed back to dog form and plopped down onto all fours, offering her own cushy cookie toward Abby. "We can get rid of that part easy enough though, can't we?" Abby quickly scrambled onto her paws and hopped up onto Fortune- a bit of a dazed expression still on her face. Her thoughts likely whited out by sheer arousal. Your own penis is hovering at a half-chub from having watched it all, but your still tired from banging the Doberman. You smile and shake your head at the absurdity of it all and start to walk away, but you hear Fortune in your thoughts again. Going somewhere, stud? "Huh? Do you want me to watch? Rather not." She still has a juicy hole for you. Your cock twitched. "N-no-well, I kind of went earlier, so, spent already..." You feel almost dizzy. The air smells... heavy for some reason? Easy problem to solve. Refractory period? What's that? Your penis starts to become fully erect suddenly! When it does you can feel the foreskin peeling back further than it should be able to already as your phallus deforms. Or maybe you need a little extra incentive? Your balls hop in your scrotum, your taint tightens and your urethra feels like it stretched a bit, and you immediately start dripping pre against the inside of her pants. There is a subtle pressure in your lower crotch... you feel so FULL. Need to cum. You start panting unintentionally, but breathe heavily through your nose deliberately. The air is so heavy. It... there is a smell. You have no idea what it is, you have no words to describe it, but you can smell something and it's delicious. The more you smell the dizzier and hornier you get; your thoughts swimming. Oh. I see the Doberman switched your species. You stumble into all fours because you're too dizzy, but only a moment later your arms shove forward and your hip pops loudly! You're locked into all fours! The pressure and subtle tingle of growth and change surge down your limbs and your hands and feet start to stretch into paws. Oh, becoming too much canine? Know what will fix that? A good fucking. "W-wait, you said species. Not breed." Oh, you aren't turning into a dog, big guy. Well if you're stuck on all fours there isn't much reason not to anymore. When you approach Abby, she takes that as her queue to hop up onto Fortune- who has to bow her rear legs a bit to let her up. Scent hounds aren't exactly small but Fortune is still bigger. Abby thrusts halfway in on the first stroke, but then has to grab Fortune's midriff with her front paws and try to scoot forward more, making smaller thrusts to get the rest of the way inside- minus the knot; which was yet again already out at the start of things. Your knot it not out yet and your penis still transforming, but you hop up onto Abby just the same and thrust in even as your hands and feet were only just finishing their transition to paws! You see your hair fall past your eyes as your face starts to stretch slowly and fur covers your head in its place. Your teeth lock together as they change to fangs. You flinch a bit and scrunch up your face as the end of your nose feels freezing cold a moment, and the air becomes so sharp it almost hurts your nose. The coolness adjusts but the intensity of the smells do not. Your sense of smell is far greater than any normal dog. It is not as though all smells just became stronger- your ability to differentiate and pick up on them became greater. You could smell things in such detail that you could almost visualize where the smells were coming from. You are able to smell shrimp on Fortune's breath. That smell that is too subtle to identify? It is emanating from both of their hot boxes- what you were smelling is their arousal. Emotion triggers chemical reactions in the brain- all of those chemicals produce smells. Very, very tiny smells- but you can now pick up on them. You can smell emotion- in sweat, their breath... the glistening moisture dripping from their pussy lips. Most of the new smells you have no idea what they even are, and they are too subtle to describe, but you still pick up on it. Being able to smell just HOW aroused the women are only drives your own arousal higher. It is like you can inhale their pleasure and send it straight to your own brain. You barely even notice the fur sprouting and spreading from your upper back across your body. Your vision turns partially blue from bloodflow behind your eyes, and vibrates from all the movement in the bones of your skull as it continues to deform into a canine shape. Longer muzzle than a coyote, still relatively the same shape though. Smaller ears and more upward pointed, though still triangular and erect. Fur on your limbs looks very pale brown, almost white but a diffused brown on your muzzle? You still can't figure out what you are turning into- but to be fair; you can barely think at all with your level of arousal and pleasure. You grin with your fangs at how you can control how Abby thrusts into Fortune with your own thrusts into her. You start to feel the top of your swelling knot push against Abby's plush labia, but the other half is still in your sheath. Your tail is bushy and fairly long when it grows in, almost the same as a coyote but the wrong fur color. Your back and tail are brown like your face but with an overcoat of black and speckled white? Wait- that's it! A jackal! That's why your sense of smell is so damn good- jackal's put all other canine to shame with their noses. Almost as if to celebrate finding out what you've becoming you ram in deeper into Abby, using her plush labia to shove your sheath back enough to pop the knot out and plunge it into her! Your sizes are similar enough that you tie her- you cannot pull it back out, so you are forced to use shallow, quick thrusts. You'd want to edge yourself to enjoy this longer, but your anatomy no longer allows it. You are glad Abby is still wearing her human shirt or it might be harder to hold onto her- her fur is so long you can barely find her body under it. You are the first to cum, because Fortune made you so pent up! Your knot throbs hard as stone as you absolutely blast Abby's pussy full! Never mind the orgasm as a whole- each individual rope of cum lasts for two seconds before it pauses a fourth of a second and resumes with the next! You actually FILL her completely and the cum pressure starts to shove back onto you, like it's trying to pop your dick out, but the knot holds you in. Abby goes cross-eyed from the feeling as the liquid pressure you're filling her with bends her vaginal passage out like an inflating balloon, which then squishes her new prostate, and causes her pleasure to spike suddenly, putting her toward full orgasm! Abby bows her head and practically collapses onto Fortune's back as her own cock erupts- almost feeling as if she were cumming YOUR spunk, because getting rid of it takes pressure off her overinflated vagina. The three of your stand there panting, locked together in a train. Fortune bows her hips suddenly and jerks forward, causing Abby to yip in surprise and you can hear the pop as the knot comes loose- Fortune is big enough that Abby wasn't able to fully seal it in. Well, I have to get going- still need to get in my daily cardio! You look at her, but are unable to get your own dick out still. Wait, there was something I wanted to ask. Then you'll have to catch me first. I can't move yet! Fortune let out several odd yips that sounded like a laugh. Then you better use your nose to catch up. Always making me chase after you... Fortune favors the bold. And with that she dashed off- pussy still glistening from your romp. You and Abby sit down to wait for the knot to loosen. Neither of you are telepathic so you cannot talk in these forms. Come to think of it- Taffy did not talk in her feral form, either. Only some dogs learned how to do telepathic projections. You wanted to ask Fortune about the town vet. Of all the people the dogs wanted to punish- the vet was by far the most hated. Did Zaya kill them? You are actually humoring the idea of possibly staying in this town permanently, but... not if everyone was in on a murder and okay with it happening. By the time your dick can actually pop out you are partially human again- and Abby has grown and had her torso partially revert as well. Once you are human enough to form words with your demi-muzzle you tell her to think human thoughts, concentrate on what her form is supposed to be, and it should revert. Of course even saying that- you are still 70% jackal. But you also don't want to revert entirely- you need your nose to find Fortune again. Abby concentrates and her body slowly starts to shift, but you leave her to her task and chase after Fortune again. The sun is starting to vanish entirely on the horizon and twilight makes it hard to see- so you rely almost entirely on your nose. Your shoulders and upper torso turned human while waiting to get out of Abby- but your hips did not change so you have to run on all fours, and moving on all fours- after only a block- caused your shoulders to crunch back into a quadruped position. Your erection never went away- your knot shrank away but your penis remains flopping around in the open. In chasing after Fortune, you have to track the scent... but her scent turns you on. She is still horny- based on her smell you don't think Abby actually made her orgasm. You can smell so many other dogs in the air too- everywhere. Lots of sex, lots of arousal. You can smell Fortune apart from anyone else. The exact emotional reactions to things, the blend of emotional intensities and the general habitat that each person chooses to live in- every single person has a scent that is theirs alone- and in this form your brain has a special place reserved just for archiving the ID smells of those you keep close. She could roll around in a pile of garbage and you would still be able to track her scent through it. Based on the volume of her smell and the intervals you pick up on it at; you can even tell how fast or slow she was moving when she was there. You can predict where she currently is, what direction she is moving, and how quickly she is going all by smell alone. You also start to feel a bit dizzy again. Though your body still runs at the same speed, your mind slows and clouds with arousal. There is another hot cookie that wants you to plunge into at the end of this trail. And so much sex around you as well. The heat cycle is only just beginning- none of them are in full heat yet, so it's actually going to get even crazier than this. 24/7 town-wide orgy? Hot, and also a little frightening. Since you can pick up on the emotion of people you smell close enough- you notice none of the former humans are afraid or particularly upset. They seem more dog than the actual dogs. It is ironic- because they gained human forms; all the dogs who were born that way now have human-level intellect. But the humans who were turned dogs seemed to have devolved mentally. They are smarter than average dogs, but still a lot dumber than the average human. So even when they are both in feral form- the dogs are still smarter than the people now. You guess it's because of the imperfect spell, and how traits linger. It wasn't like this at first- they could have a human brain in feral form like the actual dogs do, but once the attributes settled in and lingered in increasingly canine forms; their minds regressed with it. You see one man in the middle of the street, stumbling forward as a half dog- his fly popped open and fully canine erection bobbing in the air. You are about to ask if he is alright but you hear some bones pop and he groans and lurches forward. It almost looks like he is turning into a werewolf since the moon is in the sky now, but he falls onto all fours and starts to fully shift into a large husky. His cock is bouncing up and down as if it were saying 'Yes' over and over, flicking strings of pre all over the road under him. You realize from his scent that he is regressing to full dog entirely on arousal alone. He is literally too horny to be human. The scent of arousal in the air and so many ripe females is literally driving him nuts. He doesn't seem to notice you watching at all, and once his transformation settles he immediately bolts off- chasing a scent he is familiar with. Fortune's scent gets thicker in the air- she must have slowed down. You find her standing on the rim of a fountain in front of city hall, lapping at the water in its basin. You see the blue-white shimmer of moonlight off her plush pussy... the first thing your eye catches since her scent trapped you in a horny state. Your knot even swells a bit now that you are so close to her, but remains in your sheath. You are a bit too dazed to actually speak up, and she notices you first. Oh, found me have you? Good boy. So, what did you want to talk about? "I rawrr, warrnt... I ar-" J-just think it. Your face is still too canine to speak. Sorry. Hard to think too.... Oooh? Still horny? I guess I did overcharge you, which would have reduced your refractory period too. Tell you what- I could still use a good pounding, why don't you juice this bitch first and then we'll talk~ You are about to walk around her, but she walks up to you, then walks so close you sit down to back up a bit. She places a paw on your chest and then rocks you backward- you quickly lose balance and flop onto your back! She steps over you, then you are a bit nervous as she places her rear right paw on your nut sack and steps down- its high enough off the ground that she doesn't squeeze your balls, but pulling the scrotum down tightens the sheath and causes your dick to point straight up toward her, rather than up along your torso! She rocks her hips forward to hover her honey pot over your cock and sits on it before taking her paw off your nuts! She places her paws on your midriff and you groan with an almost roar-like sound as your chest pops and returns to fully jackal. She hammers her hips down onto you, slamming your dick far enough into her love triangle that her labia actually billow down around your sheath and suck on its opening when she pulls back up. It does not take your knot long to swell up, and start to be forced out of the sheath from lack of room. You place one paw on her midriff over you to feel how solid all her many nipples are. They bend easy but immediately flick back perfectly straight the moment you let go, making them fun to play with. Now the sun was gone entirely, and the sky fades from purple on one side to a star-speckled black on the other, with dark blue in between. Her right side catches the blue-white light from the moon on her glossy fur, while her left side is a black silhouette in the night. You shiver from the feelings and your face pushes out more, turning you completely feral jackal again. For only a brief moment you recall having a tail unintentionally today. That was before you went feral again and fucked twice in a row. Are you going to be able to return fully human? Or remain even more animal this time? No wonder so many people got trapped in their dog forms. It is never permanent- but it might as well be if the person it's on has zero self-control left. You can't turn back if you cannot make yourself want to turn back. In these forms- Fortune is still bigger than you, at least twice over. You can tell by how easily she pops your knot in once its ready- you can't completely tie her. It is a tight fit, but she can still pop off- and does. Since you aren't big enough to lock in place, she takes advantage of your knot once it's out to pop in and out over and over- using just your knot to pleasure herself. Fortune is very experienced in giving pleasure... but you are starting to wonder how good she is at receiving. Almost no one fits her properly, so she is really getting the ass-end of the deal every time. When she goes into full heat, that has got to be annoying. She feels you approaching orgasm, and can smell it in your arousal, see it in the look in your eyes. Her nose isn't nearly as good as yours but she can still taste your impending orgasm. You can also smell hers. You catch her off-guard and thrust your hips up when she tries to pop off again, then curl your body up enough to grab your paws around her torso and shove her down hard on your lap. You then pull your hip up a bit, causing your cock to angle back; but grinding your knot into the upper opening of her pussy- stretching her passage up enough to crush her hidden clit. Fortune makes a stuttered howl and you can feel the muscles in her hips shuddering as she cums! The muscle ribs of her vaginal walls fluttering around your cock and sucking on it like a thirsty throat sends you over your own edge immediately and you erupt cum again- though a normal sized load this time. Fortune wasn't expecting to be out of breath too, so she remains on top of you and lays down on you for a few moments till the strength returns to her limbs- knowing her weight is a bit much for you to breathe under. She once again helps lick your cock clean before it returns to its nest of plush skin. So, you were going to ask me-? The veterinarians? What happened to them when Zaya and the rest of the dogs took over? Dogs are loyal to their masters, even if they are upset at them, so all the former owners swapped places with their pets. But Zaya hated the vet. Oh yea, we all had a bone or two to burry with the vet. It is a small town- there was only one vet in the first place, so everyone's ire was directed at them. Worse still- this all initially happened last month during the heat, so we were ESPECIALLY irritated. You killed him? Here. I actually know a looking-glass spell that can visualize memory. I can show you the event! Fortune jumps up onto the edge of the fountain again and starts to concentrate- a globe of water rises up out of the fountain and as she concentrates the globe ripples less and less. Once it is as still as the surface of a mirror- the globe reflects the office of Jace Rishub- the veterinarian. Jace helped one of the men lift the table from the waiting room and use it to barricade the glass front doors. The town was overrun by angry dogs! New people appeared out of nowhere, naked, and using leashes to tame the people turning into more dogs- the newcomers were the former dogs, but most people were unaware of that yet. His secretary already had dog ears and she was panting behind the counter in increasing worry as she watched her hands stretch and nails turn into claws. She kept asking Jace if she was going to be okay. Her boyfriend was the one to help barricade the door but it was clear now he was turning dog as well. Jace let her hide with in the office too- thinking she would stop turning or revert if she got away from the dog who tried to change her, but it doesn't seem to have stopped anything. Jace assures her anyway- just because causing her more worry won't help anything. Her boyfriend complains about being so painfully horny, and she tries to chastise him but quickly quietens down when she spots his now large canine member sticking out of his pants- dripping pre in a steady stream. He acts delirious and she has to actively hold him off her after a while. Jace tries to pry him off and settle him down but he bites Jace in the hand! He growls like a dog when anyone but his girlfriend approaches! Eventually she is panting and too horny and delirious too, to be able to hold him off, and so he slams into her and starts fucking her over the counter right at the front of the vets! He slips back into his office, and the other two survivors just huddle into the opposite corner of the waiting room. After a short while he hears breaking glass, then the table slamming against the floor! He hears many dog sounds, barking at each other, and even a half-human sounding voice among them, before he hears stomping toward his office. Zaya was here. He locks the door and is about to drag a large counter in front of it, but before he even moved the counter the door was smashed off its hinges by Zaya- snapping the door off like someone breaking a toothpick. The seven foot tall woman grins at Jace; foolishly trying to stand his ground and put up a brave front. Zaya stood in her full naked glory- none of the former dogs had stolen themselves human clothes yet. Several other dogs entered the office and fanned out around its edges to make sure he did not try anything stupid. There are syringes and chemicals he could use to kill them if he wanted- but if Jace actually made a move for them, they will bite off his hands first. Zaya held up an open hand and a runic array formed floating over it, but one of the runes started to sizzle, and grow brighter, and brighter as she overcharged it well beyond its intended level. "What is it that you humans say...? Ah yes; payback is a BITCH." She rushed forward and slammed the runes into him with an open palm, crushing all the air out of his lungs and slamming him into the back wall! She then stepped back and her own body started to shift! Jace groaned and his entire body felt incredibly hot. His penis became erect almost immediately against his will, grinding against the front of his underpants. He stumbled back and had to lean his back against the wall as his feet started to shift into paws! He held his hands up and watched in fear as they started to devolve into paws as well. As hot as he felt he could not shed a single bead of sweat, forcing him to start panting like a dog already. Zaya grinned at him and arched her back, thrusting her chest forward. Her DD globes sloshed to either side of her chest to reveal the shadow of fur which started to quickly bloom longer and longer between her breasts! Red-brown, like clay. Her lips turned black and her grin started to look more and more frightening as her teeth turned to sharp fangs. Her ears became longer but did not become pointed- the very tips flopping over a bit, but not enough to completely fold. Her hair seemed to stand on end as she hunched over and her hairline advanced down onto her upper back! It looked like she had a huge lion's mane at first. The fur swallowed her breasts and they shrank away under the cover of all the fur which was still getting longer. Her taught stomach gained six red dots that started to push out as large nipples, becoming darker as they grew longer, turning matte black ultimately. Jace's own hair was turning to fur of equal length, and because it is softer and bushier than hair it kept falling over his eyes. He kept trying to blow it out of his face but it just fell back over. His facial hair grew in as white fur too, swallowing his face before it even started to push out. When his ears turned they grew grey fur- even though the rest so far is white. He had no idea what he was becoming, but as an observer you quickly recognize the features of an Old English Sheepdog. You do not yet recognize what Zaya is. The fluffy fur bangs overhang his eyes permanently and most of his other facial features are hidden behind fur as well. He groans, but they sound more like growls as his face pushes out and starts to distort his voice. Because his mouth is open through most of the change, the clicks and cracks of the bones in his skull changing shape are especially loud- echoing inside his mouth. His torso started to get a bit longer and more barrel shaped, making it hard for him to stand up straight. His cock was so compacted in his jeans that the teeth of the zipper started to get forced down one by one with a quiet, dull metallic pop over and over, causing the fabric of his underpants to bulge out further and further through the growing gap. Zaya is hunched far over herself now, and her fur is so gigantically bushy it makes her look even bigger than she already was! Her own jowls grow longer as her face pushes out. Her muzzle and brows become a bit wrinkly with soft, loose skin, but are quickly consumed in the only short fur that will grow on her. Her tail grew out and the fur seemed to grow an inch for every back and forth it made, wagging behind her in anticipation. The fur obscured its shape as well, and caused its wags to lag behind because of the air resistance on all the fluff. The fur consumed her entire arms and started to grow longer to match her upper body before her hands even started to change shape. Her pubic hair turned to fur so it mostly hid the transition- which is a shame, because it is one of your personal favorite changes now. The linear pert outer labia of a human, billowing out into soft rubbery lips of a canine vulva. Her hips popped and her thighs were forced straight, and Zaya quickly plopped down forward onto all fours. Jace's hips popped as well, but he caught himself between a stool and desk on either side. He made several thrusts forward unintentionally, and a wet spot formed on the front of his strained underpants, glistening with pre. The look on his face and his confused grunts and groans made him look especially horny. They had a separate spell that could control the size of a guy's load, or renew it immediately when emptied, so Zaya likely overcharged him to the absolute max- give him a taste of what he unintentionally inflicted on them for so many years. His underwear stuck far out the open fly, and popped the button as well! The bulge lurching forward after the button went shuffled his cock enough that it wormed its own way through the gap in his underwear and his fully canine phallus flopped into the open, flicking a gob of pre across the floor. His tail shoved his pants down in the back and caused them to slide down completely due to his unintentional thrusts. His tail is very fluffy like Zaya- but his fur is not as dense, so the fluff is much looser. His shoulders rotated, his arms popped and his front paws slipped off the table and chair, sending him to the floor as if forcing him to bow to Zaya as he finished transforming into a sheepdog. Zaya plodded forward as her coat finished coming in, extremely thick and bushy. She shrank so little it was hard to tell she reduced in size at all. He could feel the vibrations in the floor from each of her footsteps. Her paw prints alone are almost as big as his head! Zaya is a brown fur Tibetan Mastiff- a dog the size of an entire couch. A dog you absolutely do not want to fuck with under any circumstances. Surprising you, Zaya actually turned around and lifted her tail- wafting her scent into the air with the bushy fur on it, inviting him to fuck her. Well... that was not the punishment you would have thought she would give him, but you suppose it makes sense. Jace was absolutely ravenous with arousal and scrambled to get on her- she needed to bow her back legs to let him on and he sank in a bit to all her fluff. He immediately plunged into her giant pussy easily, and scrambled to get his grip in all her loose fluff. Zaya lifted her back legs, picking him up on her rump and then bowed her front legs instead, forcing him deeper into her. At first his frantic thrusts made a wet thunk sound when he squished her fat labia against his groin- his dick in her was like throwing a hotdog down a hallway. Or it was at first. The thunks turned to wet plaps, and then to squelching. His knot popped out of his sheath, but you could tell from its size that his entire cock must have grown! That was the overcharged rune! She did not just amp his libido one-time; she changed his actual form to have a bigger than normal dick! He was still groaning with desperation as he thrust into her with all his remaining energy- he was so horny it hurt. His dick feeling like an overstuffed sausage, ready to explode if anything remotely pointed touched it. The surface of it became a very angry looking red and the web of veins a very dark purple- almost black in contrast. His knot was starting to look like a huge apple in size! Zaya angled herself even steeper, and then thrust her hips back, causing Jace to hop on her, slamming his monstrously engorged knot into her! He actually fit her like another mastiff would- so his dick must be extremely large for his body size. Zaya started to huff with arousal too. Every time he shoved in- her juiced squeezed out and dripped down. That means his dick is so large that it's completely filled her?! Her labia start to bulge out further back and open on their own! Holy Gods- he is still growing!! The back of his knot becomes exposed! It is so enormous he is actually TOO BIG. The knot wouldn't fit in Zaya if it wasn't already inside of her when it grew. Her labia stretched around it like a huge elastic band! More and more of the knot became exposed- Jace wasn't even moving at this point, he was just whimpering in desperation. He knew if he moved too much it would pop out and it would be game over- he would never get it back in. Once it grew so large that half of it was already out, her labia snapped shut again and rejected the rest of the knot instantly! It looked like a veiny red soccer ball!! His knot alone was almost as big as his entire head! Zaya flashed him some of her fangs in a cruel sneer, tilting her head up as she enjoyed his crazed hormone-consumed desperation. He fell off her as she stood up, but she thrust back at him, swallowing just his shaft now that his knot could never fit. Jace shivered and shuddered from sheer need and pleasure. But with every throb of pleasure... it grew still bigger. His cock now the size of a large human arm, his knot like two soccer balls sitting side-by-side. With every thrust she made back toward him, both their mixed fluids squelched loudly out of her from lack of room. Every thrust- more of the shaft remained exposed on the outside. Before he ran out of length- he hit the max in girth instead. As big around as a fire hydrant, his cock popped completely out of her. Zaya yipped in pain a moment as her pussy slowly closed again after having been stretched so far. She sat down with her tail wagging as she watched with the rest of the dogs around the room, and Jace's cock grew bigger, and bigger. His cock grew faster than his balls, but they were not immune to the growth either, and once they were large enough they started to billow forward with no room left under him, which put pressure on his cock and made it point higher up, pushing into the fur of his underside. Jace started to rock his body, trying to masturbate himself with the fur on his underside but it started to grow so large that it was pushing too firmly against the fur. His knock grew so massive that it pushed into his midriff and forced him to bend his torso around it. His balls grew so large behind it that they lifted both his back legs off the floor between balls and knot! His shaft then became so thick and long that it ran out of room under him and lifted his front paws! He was suspended entirely on his own throbbing, impossibly tight genitals. He was jetting precum in pulses with the throbs like the stuttered stream from a garden hose! At this point his urethra was almost as wide as a garden hose too. His limbs squirmed- trying to get himself off. Desperate for touch; from anything, anywhere, he didn't care. It was all he could think of! He was holding back an ocean of cum. He sat up in the divide between scrotum and knot, and still it grew larger. His knot was now larger than his entire body! His cock was sliding across the floor, longer and longer. Zaya had to back up into the doorway. Zaya bent down and slowly licked his perpetually spouting urethra, then slowly took the pointed end of his cock into her mouth- the only part of the entire thing that could possibly fit. Even then it was like sucking on the end of a traffic cone. She did not close her lips deliberately so the precum could cascade through her fangs and out the sides of her mouth- he produced far too much for her to swallow. Her droopy jowls prevented it from splashing out into her fur and messing it up. Jace let out several whimpers of gratitude for her mercy. It wasn't mercy though. With all her strength, Zaya pushed forward to press her lips into the head of his phallus and then with her full body, heaved it upward and let go! The tremendous weight of his cock forced him back and his balls rolled forwards and popped out from under him! Jace fell onto his butt, with his lap completely filled with balls so big they exceeded the length of his legs even when tightened. His dick tip brushed the roof as it swung up and then he dumped precum all over himself! All his soft fluffy fur became matted in place with hot goo. The cock bopped the back wall, right where the wall met the roof! He barked and used his front legs to shove back against it, but only shook it briefly. Oh no. It is so gigantic and heavy he cannot move it! He was trapped in that position! He could not fit into anyone- he could not get off! He was forced to remain horny permanently, dumping precum onto himself perpetually. Ah... well... now you see how it is more punishing-y. He told all the citizens it was too difficult to fix the females and caused them to all avoid doing it ever, but fixed all the males. He created a system where all the females were still horny but without any horny males to help. All those dogs, all those years- Zaya spit it back into his face. When the water globe falls apart with a loud gloop, you look back at Fortune. So... is... he STILL there now? A month later? Ahaha~ w-well, we have some people reading up on it. You.... don't know how to undo the spell?! N-no. Not yet. I am sure we will figure it out... eventually. How complicated could it be?! He was causing us problems for years anyway. You know what they say; if it isn't broken, don't 'fix' it. ----- After your wild introduction to Gracefront; you decided you might as well stay. Abby was not sold on it, but said she would remain anyway for the time being- she became obsessed with the new sensation of having a dick. She never did fully revert you see. Abby never had a cock before, so she could not bring herself to getting rid of it entirely yet, so every time her transformation got to that part of the reversion, it got stuck. Of the times you have seen her since then- she is usually fully dog. You have only seen her half-revert briefly at most... but to be fair, the heat was setting in fully so the town also kind of went full orgy mode around then. You also found yourself a bit lost. It was not immediate. You avoiding flirtations from Taffy at least- after leaving you high and dry that one time, you were not giving her a second ride. When you go to work though, the boredom and the scent in the air thanks to your ultra-sharp sense of smell causes you to give into the flirtations of some customers. And some bitches come in just to fuck- they aren't even there to buy anything. Nails a bit longer or thicker, not that big of a deal. Then the next time your tail is bushier- whatever. Then the next time your feet are still a bit paw-like, okay, should probably be concerned. Then your hands are deformed. Then the fur spreads. Maybe two orgasms before reverting this time? Some bitches love to suck rod like a lollipop- and you can knot their face. Then they bring friends... well you can't leave the other high and dry right? But then another customer walks in as you are finishing. Then you find yourself banging a bitch you don't even know the name of in town square... when did you get here? The nose of a jackal is too sensitive. Too much arousal in the air, too many dog vulva, fat and bloated with arousal and need. The searing, unforgiving heat in their loins making them drool and beg for it- and your hot rod the cure they need. Your human consciousness would return in short periods, and then mere blips here and there. A brief pause of panic when you realize how many bitches you fucked and how long it's been since you deliberately did anything other than seek more sex. You always calm down when you see Fortune. It seems wherever you wander- she is not very far behind. She pretends to be doing other things, but you have a feeling she is following you deliberately. If your mind becomes completely lost, Fortune will still look after you. You are still part of her pack- she will make sure your humanity eventually resurfaces once the heat ends. When you exhaust yourself with sex, she is still there to hang out with you. The others lose interest if you can't plug their hole, but Fortune is with you either way. Running through the fields as a canine- low enough to the ground that the blades of grass are bent against your torso, tickling you as you run. The feeling of wind through your fur as you chase her around. Then you spot a rabbit and you both completely lose track of what you were doing and bolt after it- you don't even know what you would do if you actually catch it, but you never do anyway. Leaping from one building to another across rooftops, learning to jump to and skitter up fire escapes in full canine form. Houses and apartments just left open for anyone to wander through if their owners are not currently in them. Even when dogs are not around you can still smell them- smell where they went, guess at what they are doing. Small town? You know where everyone is at any given time. Just piles of dogs sleeping together in the middle of the road- no traffic so who cares, just sleep under the night sky with each other to keep warm. They spray-painted 'In Dog We Trust' across the front of city hall. During the day when heat was in full, it was like a writing ocean of flesh and fur. Dogs frantically fucking and swapping partners so fast it was like you were floating on waves of bodies, a lick at your cock from two or three dogs passing by playfully before you find another hole to fill, and then someone takes your hole from behind, and then you have a conga-line of dogs fucking. Their spells ensured that your balls never ached from being emptied too completely, your shaft never chaffed- you always felt full and needy like the females so you had no reason to turn them down. If you got too hot from all the fucking you just fucked a bitch on the side of the fountain while standing in the water. Even the women who were turned into female dogs initially just to get them out of the way join in, because being dogs caused their heat to sync with the rest- and their arousal drives them to act like the dogs they were turned into. So during full heat you could not tell who used to be human and who was born a dog- everyone was basically the same. Gracefront is a town of dogs only. A female poodle shoves her nose under you and slides under you like a snake, glancing over her shoulders to flex her brows and invite you to thrust in, and you nearly do- but you see Fortune again in the corner of your eye and refuse- instead walking to Fortune. The poodle very quickly finds another mate anyway. The road is almost slippery from the amount of genital fluids smeared on it from the constant orgy. Fortune is doing her dog-laugh at a Chihuahua male who tried to mount her but immediately fell out. Sorry little guy- your too short for this ride. Fortune. Oh, hey. Just bumped into each other on chance again, huh? Small town- don't get an inflated ego. She nodded toward the writhing mass of dogs fucking- spurts of cum arching over the crowd every few seconds. I have no shortage of males. But... do they do the job? H-huh? I noticed before, but didn't want to say anything, but... it seems you are always giving guys a fun time, but are barely satisfied yourself. Y'know, because you\92re a larger dog. She paused a moment, frozen up in surprise. Wuh- well. Isn't that sweet. I get... enough. I enjoy watching them get off and knowing I caused it too. You have other runes. Why not swap me out? Make me big enough. Fortune glanced around. Oh I don't know... okay, uh... I have... this rune that is sort of forbidden. Zaya might get pissed that I used this myself without discussing it with anyone buuut... I have a real special form I can give you that no one else has. You hoped it would not take too long to change you since your knot was pulsing so hard right now it felt like it was strangling the rest of your dick. Fortune placed a paw down between your front paws and from there a set of runes bloomed across the ground. Rather than activate and rush into you, they pulsed and then suddenly another ring of runes bloomed out of that... and then another from that... and then another from that. The runes turned an emerald green instead of the usual near-white. Several other dogs paused their own activities when they see the runes encroaching on them. Uhhh... w-what form are you using? Well. Transformation spells cannot copy their powers obviously but... there is nothing stopping them from copying the physical bodies of Gods. You grunt suddenly from what felt like a wave of pressure washing over you- like someone had just turned gravity up, but your body immediately retaliated when all of your muscles clenched and started to pulse larger in tiny, rapid increments! Your claws sharpened to points and it felt like someone was sliding the ground out from under you somehow. You look down to see your limbs sliding further out- not because you or the ground is moving, but because you're becoming so much larger in comparison to it! Your upper body grows a bit larger than the back, and your head grows larger in comparison too. Larger head... wolf? Your fur was changing color completely, and becoming a bit longer but not by a lot. The color completely changed, turning black on your limbs and half your tail, but then the black areas and your face are colored a blue-silver, while the rest turned snow white! Well that definitely is not a wolf. Though physically you DO resemble a wolf, closely. You look at Fortune who just smiles back as your eyes raise to meet hers, and then continue. You are even bigger than Fortune?! You are in grey wolf territory. But then even bigger. You can feel the air moving past your cock as it bobs eagerly under you with more and more weight! Your knot swells up so large it looks like your dick ate two tennis balls. Your testicles are the size of softballs, doing pushups in your furry silver scrotum. Your muscles clenching and swelling makes you feel so tight. It feels like having a good stretch, but it doesn't end, nor does it cramp like it would if you stretched for too long. Your fur is longest on your neck and tail, hiding your neck under a demi-mane. You start to get a bit nervous of your size when you approach the size of a small vehicle! You are so large by the time you stop growing that Fortune could walk under you without having to duck, or her ears being able to touch your underside. Dog of Almighty Lugh. The legendary Failinis. She walked under you and licked your dick once. You're gunna have to bring that down a little, big guy. You lower your hips a bit, waving your 13 inch meat bat in her face. Toward the end it is as thick as a football, then tapers off toward the base before ballooning out again at the knot. She takes the end in her mouth and hums in pleasure as she sucks gently and licks. Her tongue presses into the underside of the shaft but either side of her wide, flat tongue flutters, sending shivers of pleasure through you. After she has you lathered up she turns and pushes her plush pussy against it, telling you not to thrust yet. It takes more will power than you would think to simply not move while she turns her hip from side to side, getting the end of your cock to stretch her pussy one way and then the other, very slowly shoving more into her. Her pussy is wrapped so tightly around you, you'd think she was a living condom. She growls softly and pushes back rather hard on your shaft. You start to worry that Fortune can do it- this seems as far down as she can go and she is only a fourth of the way on. She tells you to push- slowly. You gently push forward with your hips, but you end up pushing her entire body forward rather than getting your dick any wetter. Fortune then scoots back, bows her front legs and shoves her butt up- angling your dick more up and down. Wow... she is determined, huh? She is trying to use the ground to brace herself against. You thrust again but only a tiny bit more gets in, then you make micro thrusts and with wet squelching sounds your dick goes in a tiny bit more each time, while Fortune just braces herself against the ground. You can hear her exhale every time you thrust in- your dick is occupying so much space inside of her that you're knocking the air out of her lungs! Past the halfway point- your shaft gets a bit thinner here, so it starts to slide in more steadily. You bop her pussy into your knot and pull back and start thrusting normally- though careful to be gentle. The other dogs could see the bulge of your cock up half her entire torso when you burry your bone fully. Mmmph~! M-m-uhnnn~ Hah, your thrusts blank her thoughts in pleasure so even her thoughts are mostly just moans of pleasure. Muh-rrrr Hmm? M-moar. Keep... keep going. Wait, what? She has to be kidding. There is no way- She growled at you. Don't you dare stop now. You feel like you are stuffing her cervix up between her lungs, how in the fuck could you possibly get your knot in there!? You push down, and her pussy presses into the front of your knot, and she snarls at you to push harder. She is braced against the ground under you almost vertically so you're not going to push her away by accident. You can feel the painfully tight muscle ribs of her outer vagina stretch around your knot like a too-tight elastic band. How is this not hurting her?! Or IS it hurting her, and she is just going it for you? You can feel her throbbing clit against your knot as if it were sitting directly against it, because the skin between is stretched paper thin. Almost halfway. You have to shuffle your feet forward a bit to properly brace yourself for this at this point. A good number of other nearby dogs have completely stopped their own breeding to watch you and Fortune in awe. A bit further, a bit more... half way. A little bit further and suddenly your dick is yanked forward! Because it is mostly round- once you get past halfway, the tension of her skin yanks it the rest of the way in, instantly! She wheezes as you smash the air out of her, and then gives a shrill pitched whimper in pain! Oh Gods, I- F-f-f-fine.... I am... fine, aaahn~ hurts.... hurts so good. Keep going, don't let the pleasure stop or the hurt is all I will feel. You can't thrust hard even if you wanted to. You're tied so tightly to her your dick might as well be fused to her body. You make micro thrusts, and it sends the same feeling of electrical waves of pleasure through both you and Fortune- overshadowing the sharp ache of having her pussy obliterated. She shudders in orgasm and you think about backing off, but realize you have to finish- if your knot doesn't shrink you can never pull out. Her pussy juice immediately squirts out around your dick, because there is zero room inside of her for it to pool. Your knot pulses faster as you get closer. She is so fucking tight around your dick, you can feel even the slightest twitch of muscle inside of her because of how tightly she is pressed into you. When she has more mini-orgasms, the shuddering and muscle contractions from pleasure feel like they are transferring her pleasure straight into your cock. You start panting and thrusting a bit harder than you mean to- the pleasure is making it hard to control and your mind is partially degraded to that of a dog, so your will power is weaker than you'd care to admit. With a gasp, grunt, and then howl you lurch forward, then straighten your fore legs and thrust forward with your hip without thinking! You orgasm powerfully and can feel the flow of cum immediately backfire onto your own dick because it has nowhere to go! It erupts from around your knot! Your thrust swept Fortune off her paws entirely! You are holding her entire body up off the ground with just your cock! It is like a fountain of cum, splatting the ground and forming an increasingly large puddle below you two! Once you finally finish cumming you realize you tossed her around on the end of your cock and try to let her down, but her limbs are limp, so you just flop over onto your side. You need to wait for it to go 100% flaccid before you even attempt to pull out, or you will literally invert her entire vaginal passage. Her womb is like a water balloon right now- your urethra was jammed INSIDE her cervix so what cum you managed to keep inside of her, has completely filled her womb to capacity. You finally start to slide out gently, seeing your cum ooze out quickly behind your cock. A-are you okay? Fortune was still breathing heavily- she could not get her breath back with your dick still in her, so she could only just now start to catch her breath. Y-yah, heh. That was fucking great. I am going to be extremely sore for a while now but.... worth it. Oh Gods I feel like the entire lower half of my body has been completely hollowed out. I feel empty now that you pulled out, haha. It will take a while for everything to settle back into place. I think you murdered my heat though. Hah, with the amount of cum I fired off I could have put out an entire burning building, so I would hope so. If that didn't do it- nothing will. You put one of your paws over her and hold her close to your underside while you two lay together. Glad I could be the one to help you this time. Oooh. You're still a pup at heart. And so you considered that the official start of your residence in the town of Gracefront. As crazy as it all was, it was nice here. An entire town run by dogs- and kind of a paradise really out in the middle of nowhere, with the great prairie all around. When the train came next, neither you nor Abby got back on. Abby was still using her excuse of wanting to try out having a cock for a bit longer, but after over a year of using the excuse people just stopped asking- she was staying permanently regardless of how she wanted to spin it. You did not have to keep paying for the hotel room- Fortune let you stay with her, in the house with her formerly human family, but you kept working at the corner store anyway just for something to do. The heat turned the town into a wild orgy, but when it settled the town was surprisingly normal. At least once you get over the fact that most of the dogs you see are actually humans, and most of the humans you see are actually dogs. You had no idea what to expect when you got into that train car full of dogs. All you had was a bit of money, some clothes and a sliver of hope. You wouldn't have ever thought a place like Gracefront could even exist, but you are glad it does. Coming here was good fortune after all.
Just another day A Chelsea Tail Chelsea groaned and rolled partially over to slam the alarm’s snooze button. Damn, was it five already? Yawning heavily, she debated actually staying in bed, but that’d just make her late. It didn’t help that Clyde was curled up between her legs. Nudging him gently she pulled herself free of his feline nest of blankets. It took her a minute to slide into a position where she could slide her feet out of the bed and lever herself over. Chelsea had to admit, learning how to get up again in the morning had been one of the hardest things. She couldn’t just sit upright anymore, at least not without a lot of care, and usually by keeping her back hips well onto the bed, with her legs kneeling, and she’d found that to be relatively uncomfortable to have her forelegs sitting and her back kneeling. So, she levered herself up by kind of sliding back off the bed and pushing herself up to a standing position as she slid over. It probably wasn’t graceful, but it worked. Though it did remind her of her udder, as it slid off the bed and bounced violently under her. She winced. That, she though, was one of the definite downsides of an udder. She yawned and stretched, reaching to scratch under each of her four breasts before moving into the bathroom. Like a lot of other things this had been a chore to learn to do again. The biggest adjustment here was learning to use a stick to wipe with. Thankfully a lot of devices for disabled folks worked really well for the taur community, and they’d adapted quickly to using them. Flushing and washing her hands she turned to flip on the shower before heading for the kitchen. She shivered a little in the cooler air of the kitchen, feeling her nipples stiffen. It was hard not to notice when she had four prominent ones. Thankfully her udder was less susceptible to the temperature changes. She padded around a bit, starting the kettle for some tea, and turning the oven on to bake a few fresh oatcakes. She whipped up a big batch of them once a week, and then cooked half a dozen each morning for breakfast. The recipe was an old family one and the warm oats really worked well for her digestive system. Sometimes she switched it up for oatmeal or grits, but not today. Throwing them in the oven, and making sure she had the teabags she wanted ready, she grabbed a fresh bath sheet out of the closet and headed for the bathroom again. Showering was a bigger ordeal now that she had twice the mass, something she distinctly didn’t like when she got weighed, and she couldn’t just hop in and out like she used to. She had a long stick loofa though and was able to keep herself nice and clean. On days where she had time, she also made good use of her showerhead for other fun. Sadly, it was a work morning, and despite her amped up sex drive, she had to avoid getting her self lathered up in more ways than one. Not that she didn’t enjoy a bit of the shower anyway. She did decide to skip washing her hair today though. By the time she got out and toweled off she could smell the oatcakes. Sadly, towels big enough for her were rare, so she’d mostly decided to go without coverage once out of the shower and decently dry. Besides, truth be told, she rather reveled in the nudity aspect of her changes. She felt freer and more comfortable now than she ever had before the changes. She fished the oatcakes out and set them to cool while throwing the hot water over the teabags. Clyde meowed and she stopped to refill his food and water too. Giving him a few head scratches while he rubbed on her leg. Turning on her phone she set the music to shuffle while she fished out another head of lettuce, some carrots, green onions, and red bell peppers from the fridge. She danced a bit with her hind legs, her tail swishing with the music as she worked on her lunch. She was told by one of her previous boyfriends that the best time in the world was watching her dance. Apparently, her sexy ass and tail were just perfect, and the movements looked like she was begging for sex. Come to think of it, she seldom wasn’t interested. Unfortunately, he’d wanted a ‘normal girl’ when it came to a long-term relationship and she’d dumped him. She finished breakfast and went to get dressed. She’d gotten a friend who was good at sewing to make her some nice custom bras that fit her four-breasted front, which helped a lot because custom orders were super expensive. Slipping that on, she fished around for some panties. Thankfully she’d opted for just one set of genitals. A few taurs enjoyed dual ones, front and back, and while she missed the easy access to her cunt, she was happy not to have to deal with two periods every month. It also meant that she wasn’t breaking public indecency laws by showing her front crotch off. Not that the laws made much sense anymore. After that she threw on a blouse and looked for a skirt that she liked. She could have gone with pants, but the taur body had made them tricky, needing special ones for front and back, and a cut out for her udder. Skirts were just more practical. It was little more than an off-center hole in a large drapery in truth, it hung over her to her knees, with a nice small spot for her tail. The only downside she found was that it was drafty and having an udder meant that occasionally it peaked out. Not that she minded, but some of the normies seemed to think it was lewd. She’d tried the udder bra, but just found it too uncomfortable, so she risked the occasional teat slip in public. Grabbed four matching high heels too. Something she dearly loved wearing since it made her already phenomenal ass look even better. She was glad she hadn’t opted for either the muzzle or the hooves. The former made putting up make-up hard, the latter would have denied her lovely shoes. A quick touch of lipstick, some polish on her horns, and a little eye shadow finished her morning routine. Finally dressed, she grabbed her salad and her purse, and she headed for the rail. * * * The train was its usual packed self. Thankfully over the last year they’d finally installed taur friendly gates, so she didn’t have the awkwardness of trying to force into a space not designed for four legs. Still she was a rarity, and got plenty of looks from people. Some contemptuous, a few admiring, and some lecherous. She ignored them all. By eight-thirty she was at work, settling into her custom chair at reception. It’d taken her a couple years to get the nerve up to make the change, and her previous boss had been supportive. She actually thought he had been even a bit sweet on her, but her new boss was nothing less than a bigoted bitch about it. She was careful to make sure her udder stayed tucked up under her skirt. Most of the day went by smoothly, with only occasional strange looks from new clients. It was rare to see a modified person as the face of a major law firm, but she made it work. She reminded people that she was still the same sweet, bubbly, farmer’s daughter they’d hired, and she could still kick ass at the job. Lunch was always at her desk, unless there was a major meeting, and she poked at her salad. She really didn’t like that the change had kind of forced vegetarianism on her. She could still do a bit of dairy and egg, but even the thought of eating a hamburger made her want to retch. It probably had to do with the fact she was probably about 50% beef herself. Still, five o’clock couldn’t come fast enough for her. By three she’d already finished her daily tasks and was now relegated to making herself look busy. Not that this took much in a hum-drum office environment. She thumped the end of her pencil on the desk calendar. Nothing. She swore the clock was running backwards, even as it flicked over to 4:17. She crossed her forelegs, a habit she still kept from when she’d had only two. Granted it was a weirder sensation now that she had a custom chair that kept her back legs tucked up behind her. Four thirty rolled around and the early birds and paralegals were starting to leave. She fended off the improper suggestive comments from one of the younger firm members. One of these days she was going to kick him where he’d feel it for a month. The ride home wasn’t too bad, at least this time she didn’t have the little kid who crawled under her dress and pulled on her teats like last week. His mother had thrown a fit until she pointed out that he technically assaulted her. That just left the mom fuming. She didn’t care. No one was supposed to touch her teats without her permission. * * * Thankfully the lock wasn’t sticky tonight, and opening the door she was happily greeted by Clyde who chirped at her. She didn’t have any plans, so she kicked off her shoes and enjoyed walking barefoot again. She loved the high heels look, but after a day, it was nice to be able to rub her feet and relax again. The bra was quick to follow, leaving her nipples exposed to the air. They were always perky. She stopped in the kitchen to feed Clyde some wet food, much to his happy chirps when he heard the can. She debated a proper dinner, but after another week of salads she said screw it and grabbed that ice cream she’d been trying not to devour. Grabbing a spoon, she took a look at the bowls. “Fuck it.” And the whole cartoon found its way to the couch with her. She turned on the television, found a nice romantic comedy starting a couple of modified actors, and sat back to enjoy the predictable plot. Meanwhile Clyde brought her a mouse, which she threw for him. He’d bat it around and bring it back again. By the time the movie ended it was getting late. She could feel the tautness in her breasts and udder as she realized she was late for her milking. At first, she started to get up to go get the milk pump, but then took a detour to the bedroom. She poked around in her drawer and grabbed out a large phallus and some straps. She then headed over to grab the pump from the kitchen. Settling back in on the couch she hooked up the pump and let it start. Moments later she could feel the tugging making her warm. She flicked her tail in anticipation. Oh god she was definitely horny. She took the large cock and strapped it carefully to the end of the couch. She carefully let the tip probe a moment at her lips before driving it home the first time with an audible gasp. Oh yes. She rocked her hips back and forth, feeling the pump pull with her udder as she slowly built herself to a climax in time with her emptying breasts. She was pretty sure her neighbors heard her moo when she came. She was not sorry. - End Tail 2 -
[ It was a dreadful afternoon one could almost mistake for night on the second day of the ninth moon. The sky black and everything was seen through the grey haze of an unrelenting rain. This day would be viewed very differently by people hereafter. Two new lives were born into the world on that day, at nearly the same time. Both boys, and by fate's humour both bore the name of Soul, but in two different languages. One was welcome, one was not. The one named Sal opened his eyes to his mother and father, as well as an older brother all eager to give him his first hello. The one who was named Ame had only his dread filled mother with him. Sal's family ignored the rain- far too occupied with the birth of a new family member. Ame's mother held him close but said nothing to him of fear of offering the child a love she could not deliver on. She listened closely to the rain as the only thing that could calm her nerves any. The local farmers worried a bit that the rain may be a bit too heavy for their crops- but would later look back longingly at the last good rainfall they had. For on this day, a beautiful snake woman slithered up the red carpet to the ruler of this great land; Regulus. His hair was the color of gold and made of small tight curls- it followed his jaw lines to complete the look of a mane, for he has the body of a man but features of a lion. His talon-like claws clicked impatiently on the arms of his regal throne. He held the title of Crown of Pianeta, and wore the ring of golden spikes known as a halo as the mark of his title. The snake woman stood up straight on her very thick tail as she stopped at the bottom of the red carpeted stairs leading to Regulus' throne. Her name is Jingshen; her serpentine people a nomadic one known for having clairvoyant powers. Regulus sighed and motioned toward her with one paw-like hand. "Go on then, I will hear you." Jingshen closed her cyan eyes a moment, taking a deep breath before opening them again. "I have seen a vision of the future, of this crowndom." She paused a moment, looking him right in the eyes. "I also know you will not believe me, and my words fall on deaf ears. For the sake of my conscience however, I will still tell you. Your crowndom will be brought to ruin by a man with a hundred faces. He speaks to people not yet born, to break a utopian future that has not yet come to be. This rain will be the last- this marks the turning point." The two guards at either side of the steps chuckled, but Regulus only sighed. "Well, even had you not told us anything... I am pretty sure my men would stop and question anyone they encountered who happened to be in possession of one hundred faces. I know your people believe in a many-headed God, but Pianeta is yet to have anyone with more than one face." Jingshen sighed. "It is as you say. I am sorry for wasting our time telling you this- but now you will have this moment to look back on, when I am proven correct." And so she was. Ame and Sal grew up in a declining Pianeta. They saw rain again, but only light and short showers here and there. Crops started to dwindle. Winter came early and left later. The influence within the cities was felt in more forms than simple food shortages. Marketplaces started to struggle, the economy sunk at a slow but steady pace. Thievery and crime in general started to rise up. The once golden city started to look like tarnished brass. To further credit the tale of the serpent woman, these conditions only seemed to affect Pianeta itself- none of the surrounding area. Gimsteinn the crown of Isola was enjoying more prosperity than ever. Isola was a crowndom built on a massive island out in the sea. Its weather had turned for the better, being unnaturally good. They made a fortune selling their abundance to Pianeta so it could feed its own people. It was a good thing the two crowndoms were always allies- Isola could easily bleed Pianeta dry in a situation like this if it wanted. The two boys born together but apart eventually met one another- at first at a church. Sal's mother was a religious woman, so while Sal did not believe in this God Luaithre, he was stuck wandering the church bored while his mother attended. He met Ame there and the two hit it off right away. Ame took Sal around the church to areas he did not know existed. The building was ancient- formerly used as a bastion against invading forces in a war long ago with a crowndom that Pianeta had reduced ultimately to ruin. Ironically, the priest of the church now is one of the few descendants of the crowndom of ash. Sal was surprised by how familiar Ame was with the building even though they were the same age- and found out it was because Ame lived in the church. He was not visiting like Sal- Ame had been found by the priest Athair on the doorstep of the church. From this day on though, Sal actually looked forward to going to church with his mother. He visited Ame on every trip and they arranged meetings outside of the church to play together as well. From doing chores, helping clean up the massive church Ame was surprisingly strong for his age, and a bit taller than Sal. Ame was taught by Athair, who was wise in his old age- and aided by the large library contained within the church. Though all the books in it were donated- because the church is so old, the collection was huge. Ame was a little human boy, but Athair was part bird- peacock to be exact. Over his pants was a gigantic fan of long prismatic feathers that trailed behind him like an overly long coat-tail. His legs were human but a bit on the long side, and his hands were mostly human but his flesh darkened to charcoal grey toward his fingertips and became increasingly stiff and banded toward the tips as well. Instead of nails he had talons- the narrow points made turning pages of books easy. His face was humanoid but he had triangular plates down his nose that slightly overlapped one another, and gave the end of his nose a downward point- looking like a short beak if viewed dead-on from the front. Ame was following Athair down a stone hallway in the deeper reaches of the church one day when he decided to bring it up. "Father, why do you have claws and feathers, but I don't? My friend Sal doesn't either... was he adopted too?" Athair smiled and turned to him, reaching over and tugging on his ear tip, careful not to touch it with his talon tips. "Your ears are already pointed more than a human. Everyone is born human like you. As your personality develops you will become more beast. How much you turn depends on your personality." "Do... people turn all the way? Are all the animals just humans who turned all the way?" "No, no. Some people do turn all the way beast, but it is rare- they must be very emotionally unstable to begin with for that to happen. Alliances are also often apparent from the beast a person becomes. For the crowndom of ashes where my people formerly lived, most were avian, and thus so am I, even still. Most of the nomads are serpents, and so forth." "So... how do mean people exist?" "Hmm? What do you mean Ame?" "If people become a beast from the way they act or who they are with, wouldn't you be able to tell if someone was mean by what beast they are?" "It is not always so obvious, and the older a person gets the more set in their ways they become. I for one am a peacock- a creature of great pride and boasting, yet as a priest I boast little, and hail from a crowndom that was erased from history." Athair raised his huge tail and fanned it out- taking up all the space behind him in the hallway. "My feathers still shine bright to boast, but not of my own deeds. I now boast of the tales of the God Luaithre, the one who guides us. People can hide their intentions, and repress parts of their personality. This can hide their beast's nature as well, but only temporarily. Sadly when you prevent someone from doing evil one way- they inevitably invent another." "Do you... know what I will become? A lion, like crown Regulus?!" Athair chuckled and pat his head, closing his huge tail back into a resting position. "That, my boy, is up to you." Luaithre made for an unusual God. His name was in the tongue of the people from the crowndom of ash, yet was worshipped everywhere in the known world. Some have even claimed to see him appear briefly. Everyone is born human but no one remains human past puberty at the latest- at least not wholly, yet in all depictions of Luaithre, he is a grown man, with no animal aspect. A long narrow beard, his skin is shrunken to reveal the bone below, his eyes sunken in, and always swathed in a large hooded robe carrying a scythe with him. Luaithre is supposed to be a guide, to bring people into this world rather than dictate what goes on in the world itself. As time went on, Sal and Ame continued to spend a lot of time together and unsurprisingly when they started to show animal traits, they were both the same animal. Dog. Common beasts for children due to the playful nature of puppies, but few remain dogs. They either stop following the orders of their masters and turn into another beast entirely, or become even more aggressive in their loyalties and turn into wolves. Their ears changed first, but their feet were the most noticeable change as it altered the way they moved. Their feet extended some distance, lifting their ankles from the ground and forcing them to put all their weight on the front of their foot alone. Because of this, the flesh on it puffed up and darkened to black to act as padding, as well as the underside of their toes which became shorter and less flexible as the nails became more narrow, thick, and long. Essentially their feet had transformed into dog paws- though devoid of fur. Their fingers became a bit shorter and thicker, and the skin puffed up a bit on the insides like they wanted to turn into paws too- but never did. They both grew tails as well, of about the same length- roughly a foot long. Sal's ears were tall and narrow, always alert. His hair golden and wavy cut long enough to reach his jawline; his tail had fur to match, hanging off it heavily. Ame's tail was covered with a fine black fur making it very narrow in appearance, and his ears folded over at their ends. His hair was swept back and straight, shorter than Sal's. As the boys grew older, Sal often found himself in trouble. Fearless and boastful like his family, bullies liked to try and pick fights with him, and children of poor families were resentful of him and his kin, and also picked fights. Sal's father Skepna was a high rank Regulator- the policing force of Pianeta. Formerly a dire wolf in form, once he married his black-cat wife, he took the form of a tiger. Rather than orange with black stripes however, he was black with gold stripes. He was always busy training Sal's elder brother Likami to join the Regulators as well, so often overlooked Sal, who was too young yet to train. Luckily for Sal- Ame was bigger and stronger than most his age and quick to step in. Sal would never ask for help, and always try to win his own fights, but rarely was he able to. As soon as he smelled trouble, Ame stepped in to save him. Ame was not aggressive by nature, nor outspoken like Sal, but in spite of that he knew how to throw a punch. It also helped that the children mature enough to understand Ame was raised by Athair feared repercussions of trying to fight him. Sal's family was backed up by the police force of the crowndom- but the church existed in every crowndom. The church's forces were independent, and its combined might greater than any one crowndom. Their parents could pull strings to give their children privileges in the school system- but the church can overrule any authority it sees fit to protect its own. If Ame returned to the church battered and bruised, someone was going to pay for it. Athair knew of the fighting- but also knew Ame only raised his fists in defense of a friend- there was nothing wrong with that. The crowndom did not recover any as the two grew up. The situation became increasingly dire. What had simply been a cheaper area of the city to live in became a run down, disease ridden hovel for the lower class. Taxes were raised as Regulus struggled to try to hold his sinking ship together. Isola had been like a little brother to Pianeta, but now Pianeta teetered on utter ruin while Isola stood mighty. It was now often people seen the Exalt Majhul entering and leaving the palace to advise the crown. Majhul was well travelled and gathered information from beyond the crowndom's borders. Though information trickled down as whispers and rumours- people started to talk of Isola possibly putting a curse on Pianeta. One crowndom suddenly prospered while another dwindles when both had formerly been on equal ground. The rumours were said to have come from Majhul's advise to Regulus, but how the information would have gotten out of the palace without either of their consent was left unsaid. The puppy boys eventually grew into young dogs, two close friends trying to live in a crowndom turned rancid. The now quite old Athair advised Ame to find somewhere cheap to live when he went to move out. Save his money, and move to Isola- leave this dying land behind. From the bell tower in the church you could easily see Isola, like the light of dawn on the horizon. The church was built on a hill that fell into a steep cliff far, far over the ocean so the view was breathtaking, and a bit unnerving depending on how close you got to the edge. While Ame did odd jobs for simple labour to save up his coins- he actually did not plan to move away even if he had the money to. He could not bring himself to abandon Sal. He had also never been to Isola, so he was entirely unfamiliar. Abandoning all you have known to wander into a new place and build from scratch was not an easy task for anyone. Procrastinating, Ame told himself he would move when Pianeta truly hit rock bottom- if the land he grew up in was finally no longer livable. Sal had even more problems than Ame though. It started when he was fifteen; his mother became deathly ill because of the rampant sickness going around through the poor areas of Pianeta- it bled into the richer sectors here and there as well. Regulus did what he could to have the alchemists get it under control, but it was more than one type of illness. They did not have the funds to buy resources to maintain everything properly. The poor maintenance of the cities caused squalor which bred disease from the low quality of life. People died in this way quite often, but Sal's father Skepna took particular offense when it was his wife who died. Skepna was already a brute of a man from a long line of high ranking Regulators- his wife had somewhat acted as the sheath to his sword. With her dead he became even more aggressive, turning his anger on his crown. Trying to keep the poor alive in these conditions was like trying to bail out a sinking ship with a spoon, but their family was wealthy and still she died of illness? If Regulus cannot keep his own elite on their feet, then the entire crowndom was teetering on the edge of something grim. Sal always assumed once his older brother Likami joined the Regulators that their father would finally pay attention to him, and train him. The grim situation called more attention of the Regulators, and now compounded by Skepna's rage toward their ruler called all of his attention away. Skepna and Likami continued to ignore Sal, and now he no longer had a mother either. Skepna insisted he join the Regulators as well, but Sal defied him and looked for regular work, along with his friend Ame. Tension between Isola and Pianeta increased, as rumours continued to swirl of Isola secretly being behind their downfall, and Isola getting an influx of thieves coming from Pianeta! The crowndom overflowed with them, but rumours in Isola were that the thieves were actually sent by Regulus himself to try and steal resources. There was even whispers of war between the two crowndoms- though on paper they still regarded each other as allies. One night, Ame was resting in his apartment after a long day of work and Sal came knocking on his door. Ame answered the door to see Sal looking like he was trying to repress anger- his ears pulled back tightly. "What is it? What is wrong?" "Can I stay with you for a bit?" "Y-yea, of course." Ame let him in and put on some tea to try and calm him down. Sal had not unclenched his fists since he arrived. Skepna apparently considered their family further insulted when Regulus started to heavily tax the wealthier of the populace- mandatorily distributing the wealth and resources from the rich to the poor to try to equalize everyone, in an effort to slow the decay of their crowndom. Skepna was apparently not too keen on sharing- but more so than that, he did not like the idea behind it. His family had served the crowndom for generations as members of its elite protectors- that fortune was hard earned savings from his entire family line, and now he was forced to give it back. It was like being forced to return a trophy. Returning the money seemed like Regulus telling Skepna his family's efforts were no longer appreciated. Now Skepna planned to move to Isola, and abandon Regulus. Sal was angry at his father's pride, angry at his neglect, and refused to abandon the place he grew up in- the place his mother was buried in. Ame was his only truly close friend, and he could not bear the bitter cold of the world without his friend at his side. An odd twist of fate then, that both Ame and Sal remain in Pianeta ultimately for one another, but neither knew the other was the primary reason for staying. ----- [color=darkcyan][u]<2> Second Chapter ~ The Depth Of A Heart[/u][/color] Later that evening, Ame decided to take Sal out to a bar to get his mind off his woes for a while. He brought him to a hidden nook in the middle class area of the city- a bar he frequented himself. Ame sat down at the counter and ordered them both drinks, then motioned to the bar keep. "And this is Mingyun by the way- best mixologist you will ever find." She rolled her eyes at him with a subdued smile. Mingyun was a snake woman- her hip trailed into an especially huge tail she slithered around on. Her torso was entirely human, but her back was covered with millions of tiny fan-shaped scales. If you looked at her from a distance it would look like she wore a hood, but on closer examination one would see that it isn't part of her top at all. The hood was flesh- she is part cobra. When relaxed, it formed a sort of bowl over her head like a normal hood does- it fused just above her brow and there was a slight bit of excess skin that formed a sort of 'lip'. She had a human head otherwise- but no hair because the hood fused to where it would be. It was also pierced several times- simple steel rings trailed tiny chains criss-cross from one side of the hood to the other like a metal web. Sal was immediately transfixed on her beautiful cyan eyes. "Member of the nomads?" Mingyun let out a soft sigh. "No, my mother is though. I never really developed any clairvoyance and rather than keep at it I kind of just threw in the towel, haha. This place used to be a fortune teller parlour, but... mom said this crowndom was doomed so she could not properly tell its future- it has no future to tell." Another good looking woman came and rest an empty platter on the counter beside Ame. "Hey you." "Oh! Hey Naomh, this is my close friend Sal." Sal timidly half-waved at the woman. "Jeez Ame, do you know everyone around here? I didn't know you were such a player." Ame laughed. "Oh, it's not like that! Naomh visits the church from time to time. Mingyun I just know because I usually sit at the counter- and her personality is the reason I am a regular here, not the drinks." Naomh is avian- a descendant of the crowndom of ash, just like father Athair. Her tail was a short fan of feathers, but above that grew giant black feathered wings on her lower back- when folded around her hip they formed a long black skirt. The keratin plates on the bridge of her nose were sharper than Athair, and stuck out a bit more at the end. Her nails were claws but the skin on her hands still soft and fully human. She is part condor. It was hard to read her usually- she always seemed sad but always said there was nothing wrong. Ame worried about her a bit though- she seemed almost afraid to approach the rowdier customers, which was a problem given she is one of the servers. Ame looked to Sal, who thankfully was already looking in better spirits. "So, what are you going to do about your brother and father? Think you can talk them into staying?" "Pff, and put up with their constant moaning? He is an arrogant old ass and only cares about me as far as his pride as a father carries him. I don't care a lick if he buggers off- nor would I mind if their boat sprung a leak and sank to the bottom of the sea on the way there." "But... oh. You mean to stay with me... permanently?" Ame did not mean to imply that he would be against it. "N-no! Just a few days probably. I can find a place of my own, I am sure. I mean, I already have a job as a private guard." That had been a slight to his father as well- though one that was made deliberately. Rather than join the Regulators, Sal joined a private guard hired by citizens to help keep the poor areas a bit safer. The job was almost identical, but paid less. The primary difference was that a private guard does not protect Regulus. They are not paid or controlled by the crown, they are hired by the people, for the people. Ame looked a bit nervous. "Well... it might be harder than you think. The place I found was the last one available in the area around here. Large sections of the outlaying city are closed off because the city cannot afford to keep up their maintenance, so most of the homes out there have become condemned. If someone dies of illness they just condemn the house regardless of what the illness was, because no one can flip the bill having the house properly sanitized." Mingyun nodded. "And because of the increased tension with Isola, the island isn't accepting just anyone. Your old man must have high status or a deep pocketbook to be able to just choose to go. Most people are either left homeless here or try to make a long dangerous treck to the next closest city- Basilius." Sal crossed his arms. "Well I would rather sleep in a gutter than follow him. He will not command me like his lackeys!" "He will start looking for you soon, though." They all turned to see an older snake woman slithering up from one of the staff only doors. With beautiful cyan eyes, unlike Mingyun her tail was not that long but extremely thick- leading into large hips. The end of her tail was engulfed in several rings of tiny round brass bells- she is part rattlesnake. Mingyun looked at her a bit surprised she would come down while the bar was still open. "Oh, mom. What did you need?" Her mother looked right at Sal, then at Ame, narrowing her eyes a bit trying to discern the unseen. "I have simply come down to see these two. It is interesting..." Sal sat up straighter. "You can see the future? My future?" "I can. My name is Jingshen, it was I who warned Regulus of the crowndom's doom. You... are... Sal? Or Ame?" "S-sal." He pointed to Ame. "He is Ame." "It is most interesting, indeed. For some reason I cannot discern your futures from one another. I see the exact same futures for both of you. You were both born at the exact same moment and somehow your fates have become irreparably tangled. Your father Skepna will start looking for you soon; he is using the loyalties with the Regulators to recover you. He intends to force you to join them in their exodus to Isola." Sal slammed a fist on the counter. "Damnit!" Jingshen lowered her head and shook it softly. "He will not find you. You and Ame ask me what can be done, and I tell you to go to the crowndom of ash. There has not been anyone there for ages and Rex happens to be near one of its borders. No one will think to look for you there." Sal quickly downed a drink and smacked Ame on the shoulder, telling him they should get going. Ame was not sure it would be much of the adventure Sal seemed to think it would be, but would not hessitate to follow him anywhere regardless. When the two young men dashed out, Mingyun looked to her mother. "Why such an interest in them? You have not told a fortune in some time." "Something has altered their fate, they are not where they should be. The man of one hundred faces has also broken free from the bonds of fate." Mingyun lowered her head a bit. "Oh no... don't tell me those two are going to get tangled up in that mess..." Ame and Sal hitchhiked their way as far out from Rex as possible on transport carriages looking to gather resources for the city. The two talked to each other about nothing and everything as they hiked toward the edge of the crowndom of ash. The formerly cobbled roads became increasingly scattered by trees and brush, making it simply look like scattered, partially exposed stones. The bones of homes that once were became scattered about- almost camouflaged in the tall grass, covered in moss and shrubs as well. The crowndom had been defeated so badly that no one cared to even remember its actual name. They left in the early evening so it was very early morning by the time they even got there. They kept each other awake as they walked in the oddly fresh air. Knowing no one would ever come here normally made it calming, even if it was very dark. No fire lights out here. The sky was filled with a trillion stars glittering. They found their way to a huge mostly moss-buried circle of stones in the ground- the remnants of a town square. Surrounded by only partially standing, weathered building remains. There was a broken fountain in the middle that trickled water onto the ground that veined out between the stones of the former road to feed the moss. Sal and Ame ended up slipping into one of the ruined buildings and fell asleep quickly, back to back against a half standing wall with only the sky above them. Ame woke up as the sun was coming up, but was startled to find his body did not move! He thought he was perhaps dreaming still but everything was too vivid, he was definitely awake. His body did not move at all though- his eyes were the only thing he had control over! He squinted at the doorless doorway as the light of dawn played tricks on his eyes. When he focussed there he was able to see the form of a woman! Her body was translucent though, looking like it was made of pure energy! He could not focus on her facial features at all, as if they were in constant flux. She drifted toward him slightly before pausing again. "It has been some time since anyone living has been here..." Her voice was several different voices speaking at once. "We are Cuileann. We are... not a person, but rather a remnant of several people who once were." She watched the fear in Ame's eyes. "You need not speak; we can hear your thoughts." I cannot move! "Temporary. In order to see us, you must be partially disconnected with your physical being." What do you want from me?! "To set us free. We are the souls of those who never obtained our goals. We were killed in a brutal battle, so we were never able to obtain what we wanted. Without bodies, we still can never obtain anything, but we can give you something. Tell us your wish so that we may expend our being to grant it. Giving you what you wish will allow us to finally rest." It was in this moment Ame started to fully comprehend how valuable a friend Sal was; for in trying to think of a wish, he kept thinking of Sal. Money can be spent, and material things lost. What Ame wished for was that he and Sal could never be divided- that they be together to the end. The spectral woman smiled and bowed her head, her body already starting to vanish like the morning mist in the rising sun. "Then barring a power greater than my own- you shall never be separated." Ame's consciousness slipped back into his tired body and he returned to sleep as the phantom faded away in the bright light of the coming day. When Ame woke again he was not sure if he should regard what he seen as a dream or not. Dreams are not usually quite so vivid nor organized. Val was already awake, now against the opposite wall just watching Ame quietly while he slept, and smiled timidly as he woke. "Man... we did not plan this excursion out at all, did we?" Ame chuckled as he stood up and listened to his joints pop. "Just figured that out now? I mean, your father was going to catch you otherwise, right? I don't imagine we had a lot of time to plan even if we wanted." Sal huffed. "Yea. My old man is probably already gone. He wanted to get out fast- once word got out that he was abandoning his post and switching sides, a lot of people were bound to be upset about it." Ame sighed as he wandered into the doorway to let the sun warm him directly. "You never used to clash with your family so much..." "I was foolishly optimistic." "Heh, you almost make me glad I have no kin." Sal pat him on the shoulder as he scoot by to start their long walk home. "You are more family to me than they ever were. Family does not always mean by blood. Athair I am sure did his best to raise you, and you will always have me in your corner." They walked slow but steady- both hungry but having nowhere to get food for miles. The lush untamed grass felt good on the pads of their feet. There was footwear designed around paws- but it was mostly cosmetic since paws already have pads to protect against harder ground, and the boys never bothered. Their best chance was to do what they had in reverse from the night before- get to the road out of the city at its farthest point and hope to find a transport heading back into the city to hitch a ride on. Ame could not help but smile as he walked just behind Sal. Sal had an aggressive personality, and was quick to get himself in trouble. Smaller than Ame, but not by too much. His eyes were emerald green and sparkled in the sunlight. He was handsome and fit- not quite up to par with a blade as his kin but still a lot better than most. Ame was not sure if what he seen the night before was a dream or not, but if he had another chance at a wish he would not change it. As good looking as the girls in the bar were- Ame was still more attracted to Sal. Now that the spirit made him think more on it, he was starting to wish they were more than just close friends. Ame was almost delirious enough from hunger and thirst as they approached the main road to speak up about it to Sal but seen his friend's narrow pointed ears start to pull back. His older brother Likami walked toward them, looking none too pleased. Dressed in armor of hardened leather, now devoid of any emblems indicating he was a Regulator. Unlike Sal, Likami was a mix of canine and feline. His ears were tall and narrow like Sal but his hair and even skin was black as night, like a panther's hide. His nails were hooked claws like a cat, but his tail long and bushy like a wolf. His mouth was filled with sharp fangs and unlike the rest of his kin, his face was ever so slightly pushed out into a pseudo muzzle. Likami was more savage than the others, and thus more animal. His savagery was the source of his father's pride toward him, and a useful tool when directed at criminals. Tools can be misused though. Sal told Ame to stay back and let him handle it. Likami growled at his younger brother as he approached. "Betrayer!" "Said the man betraying his crowndom to run off to a pretty island paradise. I would tell you where to stick your hypocrisy but I doubt you could find room around the stick you already have up there." "I could rip you to pieces!" His claws tensed. "You could also turn around and go back the way you came. The options are endless!" Likami lunged at him, claws first! "No one will find your body out here! I will not let you disgrace the father who lovingly raised us!!" Sal jumped back, grabbed Likami's right arm and threw him to the side to deflect the attack. "Lovingly raised you, you mean? I don't recall him ever getting around to me." Likami turned faster than Sal could react this time, and left four red streaks across his upper right arm, slashing through his clothes like they were nothing. Sal punched him in the face and Likami returned the favor. They hit one another several times before Sal tried to sweep Likami's legs. Likami stumbled but did not fall, and reached behind himself to grab a dirk from a holder across his lower back- he was actually planning to kill Sal! Ame felt a strange squirming of growth in his upper back, but was too worried of losing Sal to pay it any mind as he flew forward with surprising speed. Feeling unusually fleet footed, when Likami turned to see him, he jumped up and kneed Likami in the chin! Likami snarled at him, slashing him across the gut with his talons on his free hand before going to stab him with the other. Likami was ripped off his feet by a gargantuan figure on horseback! Everyone had been so distracted with the fight none of them seen the figure approaching- even though he was very hard to miss. Even on his own two feet he stood nearly ten feet tall- he had to have an unusually bulky war horse just to be able to lift him. Likami squirmed in his grip but it was no use- he would not let go. "Ch-Chevalier, what are you doing in the middle of nowhere?! This is a family matter, it does not concern you." Chevalier is one of the Crowned Shields- Regulus' elite royal guards, and not at all someone you wanted to fuck with. Part man, part white bull. He was so freakishly muscular he could not wear normal armor, because no one made a size capable of fitting him. He wore a helmet that also fit over his horns- covering them with the reliefs of armed warriors. He did not have a snout but the bridge and end of his nose was still shaped like a bulls, as well as his ears, a tail, and his lower legs. Chevalier spoke in a thunderously deep voice, and occasionally snorted by accident when taking a sharp breath. "Actually, as circumstances would have it, there is news that you and your father have forsaken your duties to move to Isola. I was assigned to make sure you got to where you needed to be, safe and sound. Seems you missed your boat unlike your father, so I followed you." He turned Likami in his hand so he could face him. "So either you can get on the next boat- or I will arrest you for assaulting one of our citizens. You are no longer of our crowndom- he is. If you touch either of these young men, it will be seen as an attack on our land." He brought his face close and snorted hot air onto Likami's face. "And I kill people who attack our land." Likami was told to sit on the back of the horse for Chevalier to deliver personally to the docks and get him the hell out of their land as soon as possible. The bull then looked back to Ame and Sal, holding the cuts Likami gave them with his talon like claws. "I will send someone back to give you two a ride- do not wander far. I will tell them to bring healing potions. There are no actual prohibitions on coming to these lands, but I would really advise against it. Some people have reported seeing phantoms around these parts- and no one usually comes here. You were lucky I was tracking him this time and found you. If someone decided to attack you out here normally, there would be no help." Ame bowed slightly to him. "Thank you, kind knight." Sal nodded. "Yea, you saved our tails. Heh, I don't suppose you could help me with my home problem too?" "Hmm?" "N-nothing. It's just... my family uprooted itself, as you know, and housing is scarce I hear." Chevalier smirked and then shrugged. "You have a house, as far as I can tell. Your family are dead to this land now, which would cause their owned property to default to the next of kin. I believe that is you." The two thanked the giant bull knight again as he rode off to get rid of Likami and send a ride back for Ame and Sal. Ame felt odd and cramped on his back and his shirt felt off since the attack, so Sal had to help him out. Ame was forced to remove his shirt because he had grown two entirely new limbs! On his back was two small black feathered bird wings! He had grown them during the attack, which is also why he felt so light on his feet- his bones altered structure making them lighter. Sal laughed. "Must be all the time you spend with your girlfriend Noamh from the bar, huh?" Ame blushed. "I- she isn't my girlfriend! I am single, and I don't even see her very often. Changes are based off personality as well as alliances; I must just have personality traits like the avian people who used to live here." That also made Ame think it might have something to do with his conversation with one of their ghosts the other night, but he did not mention that aloud. Sal was surprised Ame was still single- he was a good looking guy. Looking at his bare torso now Sal couldn't help but admire it. He would have liked to get closer, but did not want to weird Ame out. His body- similar to Sal- is lean but muscular. Ame had no combat training like Sal, but he had always done jobs of physical labour. The two would not have to wait long for the knightly outriders to pick them up and return them. Both young men would remember that day, for slightly different reasons. But for both it was a point where they started to regard each other with a different type of fondness. ----- [color=darkcyan][u]<3> Third Chapter ~ Long Division[/u][/color] As time sped past the two would continue to help one another and remained close- but neither admitting the extent of their feelings to the other for risk of ruining what they had. Not long after Sal took his family house for his own, his features started to change. No longer prepressed by the presence of his demanding father. The end of his nose became textured slightly as it turned black and cool to the touch- his lips as well turned matte black. He grew thin whiskers from above his lips and the start of his eyebrows- now part fox rather than dog, so his long narrow ears now matched his alter species better. His tail grew longer and bushier and the end grew out white rather than golden blonde like the rest. Ame's new wings grew larger as time went on, eventually stopping at a pretty impressive size. If he relaxed them, their tips touched the ground. Each wing was almost as long as his body is tall. But since he does not have hollow bones, he is still entirely unable to fly. If he were to climb up something he could use his wings to glide a distance, but that was as close to flying as he was going to get. What started as investigation ended in a back massage as Sal helped investigate the wings a bit closer for Ame- since Ame could not properly see his own backside. The wings had their own set of smaller shoulder blades that connected higher up to the spine. Arms connect to the blades in the front and to the edges, while the wings were on the back of the blades- so while the two sets of shoulder blades occasionally can rub together, they do not disrupt the joints. The black feathers ended right where the wings met his back, and then a small triangular patch of down feathers trailed from the base toward his spine. Ame found if he beat his wings while running, he can use the air pressure to project himself forward faster than he could have with just his legs. A common comment on Ame\92s wings was that he looked a bit like an angel- soft features but still quite masculine body with big wings. Not to mention he was raised in a church by a priest. Ame admitted that probably had the most influence- Athair is an avian and raised Ame. It took its time, but his features must have finally brushed off. Eventually the two grew into full men. Job opportunities came and went often. People who had hired them went under and they would have to look for new work, but physical labour and men of arms were in no smaller demand, so while their employers oft changed, their work remained steady. Ame lived in a small apartment so when the two hung out, it was more often at Sal's small mansion. It grew a bit musty since one working man had no way of maintaining it all, it was still a real nice place. Eventually work did start to slow down, and the gaps between finding new work expanded, straining any savings the two had set side. The crowndom had not gotten any worse, but it had also not gotten any better. Resources saved up for a rainy day had run dry- people's safety nets given out. Ame was visiting his favorite bar again, nursing a drink to try and stretch it out. "You aren't watering down your drinks, are you Mingyun?" She turned to him so quickly all her chains jingled. "I would never! It's because you are just sipping on it- your liver is breaking the stuff down at the same speed your drinking it. Booze ain't a sipping drink- hot chocolate is a sipping drink." He groaned. "I might not be able to visit here as much, soon. Money is tight..." Mingyun looked a bit defeated herself. "Aww, don't say that, hun. Y'know booze technically counts as a food, right? So you could save on groceries by coming here~" Ame chuckled a bit. "I guess you are no better off than I." "No, most likely worse. My mom hasn't been able to tell fortunes properly so she cannot make any money. With such garbage weather the crops don't do well, so materials to brew are expensive as hell. I have no shortage of people who WANT to spend their money here. The problem is, they can't afford it, and even I can barely afford it." Naomh returned to the counter to fill up her platter and deliver another round of drinks, but brushed up beside Ame. "Hey... our favorite customer!" Ame managed a genuine smile. "Noamh. Good to see you are still hanging in there." "Y-yea, just barely. Hey... uhm..." She leaned in closer and lowered her voice a bit. "I always thought you were a handsome guy but never could bring myself to say it before. Would you maybe... want to forget the troubles of day to day and maybe go out sometime? I promise I am a cheap date." Ame was so surprised when he turned on his stool he almost fell right off. "O-oh, what, with me? I mean... yes of course you mean with me, haha. Oh. I... actually already have someone..." "Oh! Jeez, I am sorry, I never knew!" "It's fine, you had no way of knowing, and you are a great person and all-" "Ahah, no it's fine. I gotta get back to work. You know how rowdy these damn drunks get." Naomh quickly scurried off before Mingyun was even able to fully load up her tray. After a long awkward pause Mingyun looked back to Ame while polishing a mug. "I never knew you had someone either, and we always talk." "It's... complicated. Is she going to be alright? I feel awful. Naomh is such a nice woman and always so hard working..." Mingyun chuckled. "Relationships aren't earned like money. The heart wants what it wants. She... is in a bit of a weird place right now anyway. She might not have meant what she said. But... don't dump sympathy on her, it will just make her feel worse. Just keep treating her like a friend and she will land on her own feet." "You too Mingyun- you are both good friends. Hell, I consider you almost like an older sister. Whenever I need advice or someone to talk to and Sal isn't around- I come here." "Well, shucks." Mingyun looked at Naomh serving drinks with a timid smile, trying to pretend like nothing happened. Then to Ame watching her, clearly feeling sorry for her. "And hey... you know you can still come here... even if you don't have the money. You are more than a customer to us too, so." She chuckled. "And I can still serve you drinks on the house, if you don't mind them being unorthodox." Ame smiled but shook his head. "Knowing you are struggling with money too? I am not mooching." Mingyun opened her mouth breifly and where two canine teeth should be, two extremely long fangs folded out and she clicked a fingernail on it to point it out before closing her mouth again. "I can make drinks for free, using my own venom. It isn't on the menu because people tend to not want to drink literal poison from out of my body, but I mean all alcohol is technically poison. As long as I water it down, it won't hurt you." "Wait, really? You're... venomous?" He scrunched up his brow as he thought about it more. "Wait, what happens if you accidentally bite your tongue?" Mingyun snorted in laughter. "I don't. My fangs are not used to chew food- they fold back, I can't bite anything with them unless I deliberately fold them out. Wanna know a secret though?" She leaned forward; glancing around to make sure no one was looking as she rest her large breasts on the counter and started to pull her top back. Ame put his hands up as if defending himself and went to look away, embarrassed. "I am not going to show you anything lewd... you prude." She pulled her shirt back far enough to show him two subtle scar marks on the outer left curve of her left breast. "I am immune to my own poison; it just causes me to swell up. So, if I bite my own breasts..." "You can make them bigger, for a while. Neat trick, but I imagine a bit painful." "Eh, no pain, no gain." She smirked at him with a raised brow. "I never saw a guy so quick to shy away from a pair of tits. Your girlfriend must have you on a right tight leash t-... wait a minute." Ame shook his head, already knowing where she was going with this. "Ah, it's..." "You don't swing that way, do you? Does Sal know you... wait, is Sal you're-?!" "I told you, it's complicated." He sighed, resting his chin on his palm as he looked back to Naomh doing her rounds. "Wish I had the courage she does to just come out with it." She lowered her voice even more. "You're right, that does sound complicated." Sal did not hear that part of the conversation, though. Already blocks away in the cool but dry night air. Sal was going to visit the bar himself, but walked in just as Naomh was asking Ame out. He did not remain long enough to hear Ame's reply. At the door of the forboding barracks he stood for several moments just looking at the wood grain of the huge door before knocking. The outside was lit by only a single lantern swarmed by moths, as soon as the door opened the bright light from within spilled into the night. The man who answered the door was mostly hidden under a gigantic cloak with woven gold embroidered trim. He stood around ten feet tall and had very long pointed elven ears and heavily ribbed horns that looked like they belonged on a mountain goat. The giant's voice very rugged and almost hard to listen to for any length of time. "You again, pup? You said you were uncertain earlier. This merry little band demands a certain level of loyalty and trust between us... so let me ask you again- are you certain you want to join us?" "I am, now. I wish to be one of your mercenaries." He nodded with a reserved smile, stepping to the side and motioning in. "Well then, best we get started." The band of mercenaries known as the Clay Pigeons was founded and run by their grim leader, Gumeong. His hair was grey-brown and neatly combed back- his beard was extremely long and tied in a large, long braid. He was partially blind in his left eye and the scar was obvious- it healed while he was mostly unconscious so it healed shut- there was a narrow strip of skin connecting his top and bottom eyelid at all times. His eyes were blood red, but when his emotions gained intensity they became brighter and started to glow. Before forming his group he had travelled to many crowndoms doing work for many different people. He learned a great many things of culture, legends, and life in general. Because of these constant changes though- his body under that cloak was absolutely monsterous. He is a Chimera. His hands like giant bear paws, but with longer more narrow digits to allow him to use them like human hands. His feet were giant bird legs- his talons clicked on the floor as he walked. He had a second head on his chest, with a much smaller half-merged torso on the middle of his chest as well. The smaller head had long wild hair and its arms were like mantis scythes. Down the middle of both their chests was a ridge of hard scutes like the spine of a turtle. On Gumeong's back was a gigantic pair of wyvern wings he could use as supplementary legs when he goes down on all fours- since his left arm ends at the elbow. He lost the rest to battle. His spine projected out a ways toward the bottom of his torso as it trailed into a gigantic tail even his cloak could do nothing to cover up. At the end of it was yet another head- the head of a serpent. It had large dewlaps but the edge was tattered; he had tried to adorn himself with piercings in the past but every one of them eventually got torn out, so he just gave up. Each of his heads had its own brain, so while all three were technically the same person they were all capable of individual thought, and they did argue with one another on occasion. You could see what had given him his grim voice- a jagged edged scar around his throat where someone had tried to strangle him to death with barbed wire in the past. Sal was not sure what was more unsettling about that- the fact someone tried to use barbed wire to strange someone, or the fact Gumeong survived. He explained the rules of the Clay Pigeons as he wandered the halls and introduced Sal to people as they passed on a tour. They were never to take conflicting jobs, for starters. They can be hired individually- so it\92s possible two opposing factions try to hire men to pit them against each other. Clay Pigeons will fight other people's wars for them, but not against other Clay Pigeons. In the event something like that happens- their service goes to the highest bidder. The main rule- and the rule all mercenaries follow- they are vehemently loyal at all times, to coin. They will do whatever the hell you want, as long as you pay. The minute you run out of pocket change- they run out of fucks to give. They do anything for gold, but do nothing for free. Gumeong had three bases for the Clay Pigeons- one here in Rex, another in Basilius, and the other across the way on Isola. If the other two locations require more men, they can be shipped out at any moment. The money was always good, and the work always steady though. Though muscular and average height outside of these walls- Sal quickly noted he may be the smallest person in the mercenary group. They were all giants! The second smallest was Hestur- a horse. He had giant hooves in place of feet that were capped with spike-rimmed horse shoes. His tail was cut short, and his body covered with fine horse pelt. He was monstrously muscular with giant upper back and arm muscles. His neck was long and extremely thick with a short bristly charcoal colored mane. The bridge of his nose was huge and so were his nostrils, and he had equine ears. Other than that, he was humanoid. On duty he holds a bit in his mouth with a large ring of spikes coming off the front of it. One of the biggest there, aside from Gumeong himself was actually a woman- Laukur. She wore a very long necklace double- wrapped around her thick throat that was covered with teeth- one stolen from each of the people she has defeated in battle. Her arms and legs both almost entirely covered with fur- tapering off just before the fur reached her torso. The ends of her limbs gigantic paws just like Gumeong- for Laukur is a bear woman. Her abs so hardened and pronounced her torso looked like a brick wall if not for her large breasts. Her neck was long and thick, and her face and head shaped like a bears with no resemblance to a human other than she has hair on her head- and neither her head nor neck has fur. Her torso was also barren of fur- except a tiny nub of a tail that was almost unnoticeable. Laukur's hair was pure polar white like the fur she did have, and formed into a thick braid on either side of her head- weighed in place by a glass bauble on the end. Her lips and nose were black and her stare was cold. Her name apparently meant 'onion' in a distant tongue. Sal could tell he would have to work hard to prove himself among these hardened warriors to earn his keep. Ame did not hear from Sal in almost a week, making him a bit worried. He decided to instead visit Athair to check on him with his free time. The vibrancy of the colour in his feathers had faded quite a bit. Athair was quite old now and usually walked with a cane when moving about his large church home. He was still in good spirits though, and insisted he was fine taking care of himself. He still did a fine job preaching the ways of Luaithre to the people who came to the ancient church- and because of these trying times, there were more people than ever. Athair thanked Ame as he handed him his tea. "You have come to see if I need help, but it is you who seem troubled my son." Ame sighed. "It is nothing really. I mean, everyone has problems these days. I have enough money to survive on and a house over my head- I think by today's standards, I am doing well for myself." Athair nodded sadly, taking a sip from his tea. "Mmm, yes. You and Sal were born into a dark era unfortunately, but you have both done well to press on in spite of it." "Well, it helps that we were born into it, I think. I mean, we don't even know what it was like before the decline, so we don't really know what we are missing. I haven't seen Sal in a week... not sure where he has been. Work might be hectic." "You and Sal have always been good for one another. Two friends is the coming together of two people who benefit from or enjoy each other's company, but you two... it seems more like you are two sides of the same coin. Rather than finding one another it is like you were always meant to be together from the start." He paused a moment, looking at the tea leaves through the subtle ripples in the tea. "It makes an old man like me wonder though... does Sal know how important he is to you?" "Of course... he knows we are the best of friends. Actions speak louder than words, it is clear to all that we would have each other's back to the end of days." "But, have you told him? As you say- actions indeed do speak a greater volume than words ever could. Feeble human languages can only skim the surface of the emotional depths of one's heart. He likely does know- but that does not diminish the act of actually telling him. The words are not so important. It is still nice to actually hear it said." Athair looked out the tower window. "You do not want to wait till it is too late. Some things get harder to do with time, and regrets are a hard weight to shake off." "Do you regret anything, Athair?" He gave a half minded nod. "When I was young I abandoned my parents. They were avians and followed closely the culture of the crowndom of ash. They were afraid the culture would be lost to time if they did not help keep it alive. I was angry at the racism toward us in the streets. Living in the crowndom that ended that of our ancestors, you can imagine the things people said about where we had come from, and I was tired of that being directed toward me, even though I had never set foot on its land. I told my parents I did not care about that culture- that that culture was the reason all our ancestors were murdered in that ancient war. I moved out to find a job and a house on my own, but in doing so I completely cut contact with my parents. When I had sufficiently calmed and took up my priest robes I sought them out so that we could all forgive one another..." There was an awkwardly long pause before Ame spoke up. "They did not wish to forgive you?" "They were dead. One had died of illness and the other of old age by the time I sought them out again. I had completely cut contact with them so word of their death had never reached me. They both died without a son." After several more long moments he turned back to Ame and motioned out the window to the inner church court. "Oh, have you met the new priestess? She just started a day ago. She has been most helpful around the church even though she has much to learn still of the teachings of Luaithre." Ame had not seen her- Athair had been the only one at the church for so long he did not think to look for anyone else. Ame headed down after he was done his visit with Athair and headed to the inner court. Because the church had once been used as a bastion in times of war, it was deliberately very difficult to find your way to the courtyard to detour invaders. There was a simple but beautiful garden there, and the structure of the church was shaped like a three sided square against the cliff- so the court faced out over the ocean and Isola in the distance. He approached her from behind as she had her back turned to it all, gently caressing the long stem roses that bordered the tall narrow stained glass windows. She had very long and beautiful vibrant red hair that was wavy halfway down and then huge curls toward the bottom. When he called to her they both gasped as she turned to face him. "Ame?!" "Naomh?!" He had not recognized her at all from behind- it looked like she was wearing a huge gown that was white on top and red and gold below, but only the white was actual clothing! Naomh's hair had been shorter and also raven colored, not red. The bridge of her nose had expanded as well now- now it was a gentle outward arch from the middle of her forehead to the tip of her nose, and the keratin plates of her pseudo beak had expanded to encompass the new mass- the plates were now pale yellow instead of black. Her claws were now long proper talons, but her skin still soft and human. Her wings were not only bright red now instead of black, they were also almost twice the size as before. She could close them around her hips to form a skirt before- now it was more like the skirt of a gown; expanding out some ways and also plenty long enough to trail on the ground behind her. Each of her larger feathers had a gold tip, looking like golden embroidery at a distance. Though still avian- her change of life style caused her species to abruptly change. Ame explained to her that he had been raised in this church- it was still like a second home to him even now. "I did not know you were religious. If I knew you wanted to join the church I could have put in a good word for you, haha. I suppose you did not need it though. Athair is a good judge of character, he is a kind teacher." "I did not take your for a religious type either, and you were raised here." They both sat on the bench at the center of the court. "I am not. I don't want to say I don't believe in Luaithre, but I also do not entirely believe in him either. The way I figure- whether he is real or not does not affect how I live my life, so there was never a reason to look into it further." Ame shrugged. "He is, if he is. I am still going to try to live my best life one way or the other." Naomh nodded, looking a bit distant in thought. She looked at her hands as they fidgeted. "Want to know a secret?" Ame chuckled. "People keep asking me that. Sure, hit me." Naomh smiled softly. "It is because you are such an approachable guy. I... I am not religious either. At all. I don't believe in this God or any." Ame furrowed his brows trying to understand. "But... why would you devote yourself to being a priestess then?" "The other night, a bit ago when I asked you out? I... I'm sorry, I was just using you as an out. I thought if I had a boyfriend or a husband the men would stop... trying to touch me." Now his brow hardened with a bit of anger. "What? Someone tried to... assault you at work?" "They did more than try. It has been happening for years. Mingyun is quick to act, and she almost poisoned one of them to death once on accident and made a lot of trouble for herself in the process. Even customers that seem decent enough... once they get drinking, they get grabby." She sighed deeply. "If I change the way I dress I make no tips, if I dress to make tips I get fondled. At least if I made money I could stay alive, so I had to just put up with it." Naomh started crying into her hands. Ame quickly pat her shoulder. "Hey, shhh. It is okay now; no one is ever going to touch you again without your permission." "I know. That is why I became a priestess." She wiped her eyes and tried to compose herself again. "Priestesses cannot marry outside the church. If anyone tried to assault someone within the church walls, they would evoke the wrath of the entire holy order. And, even if I don't believe... if this God can give others hope that IS real, in these darkest days, then it has my full support." Naomh got up slowly and wandered closer and closer to the edge of the tall cliff overlooking the sea. Standing dangerously close to its edge her hair became weightless and twirled around behind her, and her gigantic wings slowly opened. Her scarlet feathers fluttered violently in the strong sea breeze as her wings spread to feel more of it against her- the air catching on the feathers caused the wings to billow out even more. Each wing was easily bigger than the size of the entire rest of her body- her heart must be huge to be able to circulate blood that far out. Now that her wings divided from it, he could see her tail was much bigger now too. Formerly very short and black it was now almost like Athair's tail in length and the shape of the feathers, but it was more narrow and could not be fully fanned out. Like her wings, they were mostly scarlet red with gold ring patterns where there would be rainbow patterns on Athair. The old Naomh had died, so the condor form was gone. Now, she is a Phoenix. ----- [color=darkcyan][u]<4> Fourth Chapter ~ Mixed Feelings[/u][/color] Eventually Sal and Ame were able to find each other again and Sal was able to tell him about the Clay Pigeons. Ame was a bit concerned about the job, and they got in a bit of a fight about it, but ultimately Sal remained convinced it was his path. The problem with mercenaries though is that they take whatever job that pays- regardless of how grim or dangerous the task. The other concern Ame had was that the Clay Pigeons have a base in Isola... Sal could get called off to serve Isola- potentially against Pianeta. He could end up fighting alongside his father in spite of all his efforts. Sal was surprised when Ame told him about Naomh. He thought the two of them were dating now, which was the catalyst for him joining the mercenaries in the first place. His resolve bristled against his doubts though- it was a good job and he was good at it. The only problem he seen is he could be called off at any time, so he might not be around all the time to hang out with Ame when they wanted to. He would never be especially far either though. Ame thought about what Athair told him about telling Sal directly about his feelings, but could not bring himself to do it. Sal seemed fine on his own. He even mentioned Laukur- a woman he worked with, and sounded like he had a deal of respect for the female warrior. Ame did not want to complicate things for his friend, or ruin their friendship entirely by revealing he liked Sal in a different way. Ame would just swallow his feelings for now- he would be fine as long as he knew Sal would be fine too. At the Rex base, Sal was pit against Laukur. He held his training sword tightly, tense and ready to evade, waiting for her to make the first move. Laukur just huffed. "I will try not to step on you." Normally she fought with giant bronze cestus, but since she did not want to smash his body into paste- she just wrapped her knuckles in cloth for training. Seeing he was waiting for her to make the first move, she did. Laukur rushed forward and swung low and forward- since he was so much shorter than her. Sal evaded and spun to strike the underside of her arm. Gumeong's primary head had fallen asleep in boredom watching the training, but his serpent head called out 'point' when Sal struck her. Laukur jumped toward Sal this time and he had to roll to the side to be able to evade in time. She hit the ground so hard he bounced a half inch into the air! He barely got his balance before her fist came right at him! Sal twirled out of the way, but while he was off balance she took the chance and stomped forward to crush him under her huge paw! He barely managed to move away in time, falling on his ass but also swung to the side hard, and struck the side of her shin! The serpent called another point. Sal got up, trying to catch his breath. "You're going easy on me." Laukur shrugged. "You won't learn anything if I end the fight immediately." Once he got his breath they both charged at each other again. Laukur stopped short and swept her leg out, forcing Sal to stop. Before he got his balance from the sudden stop her fist slammed into his chest at full force and tossed him five feet through the air and crashed into a straw target dummy. Sal gasped for breath, since she crushed it all out of his lungs. The serpent chuckled. "Two points- a draw." Sal slowly got up holding his chest. "H-how is that worth two?" "She killed you so hard you came back to life and then died again." Gumeong chuckled from his main head as he woke back up. "Don't feel too bad, lad. Women are just genetically superior as warriors. Men have to work harder to keep up." Sal cocked an eyebrow, not sure if he was joking. "Isn't it the other way around?" Gumeong nodded. "Oh sure, most think it is. But I have seen plenty of combat, so take it from me. Women have a naturally higher endurance of physical pain because they are built for child birth- which generally doesn't feel great in the process. They have a naturally higher awareness of emotions, allowing them to read and predict their opponent. And women are naturally more flexible and agile then men. Sure, men can get more muscular quickly, but what the hell good is muscle if your opponent is too fast or smart for you to hit in the first place?" Afterward he was cooling down in the barracks locker-room getting ready to wash the sweat off, his chest was still beat red in the shape of Laukur's fist. It would probably be a dull purple by tomorrow. Hestur was already pulling clothes off nearby. "Hey... didn't see you in the training yard. At least if you were my sparring partner I wouldn't have to crane my neck up so far to look you in the face." He looked at Sal a moment, then slowly approached. "You would not want me as a training partner." Hestur picked up the wooden training sword beside Sal. The veins in his arm bulged tremendously a moment, his grip shook slightly and then the wooden sword broke in half. He snapped it in one hand. "OOooohkay, right. Yup. I can see that now." "I do not train technique because I am too slow to learn. I am not skilled, I am not smart, I am just power. You point me in a direction- and I destroy everything that stands in my way." Sal nodded toward his hand as he put down the remains of the sword. There was a brand scarred into his flesh on the back of his left hand. "What is that mark?" Hastur looked at the back of his hand as if he had forgotten it was there. "I was originally from Basilius, kidnapped when I was a child. Sold as a slave." "Oh fuck... I'm sorry. That must have been horrible... how long did it take for the authorities to find you?" Hestur shrugged. "Maybe they are still looking. Maybe they never looked. No one got me out of the slave trade. I just became very useful and strong enough from doing what I was told." He clenched the hand into a fist. "Till one day I was just strong enough to grab him by the face and pop his fucking skull like an overripe grape." Sal tried not to look, but it was hard not to as Hestur continued to take his clothes off. The fine light grey horse hide made his muscle curvature shimmer even when it was not wet, and is fine enough that you can still see every bump and curve from the veins webbing his muscles. He had several scars on his lower gut, bent around the contour of his abdominal muscles- that was likely the reach of most of his opponents. He was half work horse, so he had a genetic advantage when it came to body building. His mane and tail were dark charcoal grey while his body was pale grey- though he had some speckles on his hide that were a shade of grey in between the two on his shoulders, butt, and thighs. His tail had a cloth tightly bound at the base normally to hold it off his body- he took that off as well before the shower to finally let his tail rest. The end was cut short and straight across so the hair on his tail looked like the end of a paintbrush. His spike lined shoes were left on even in the shower- since horse shoes are hammered in place by nails. Sal had to try his hardest not to look as Hestur took his pants off and turned to get into the showers. In doing so, he looked a bit odd, because he was concentrating so hard not to look, that he had completely paused taking his own stuff off and was just sitting there frozen in place a moment. Both men and women used the same shower area, but assigned different times to use it. Sal actually considered a moment just waiting till Hestur was done but that would be WAY too obvious and weird. He reluctantly headed into the shower. It was a large area with several shower heads- it needed to be huge to host people who were potentially half of a very large animal- like a polar bear like Laukur. The slow drying sweat made Sal feel sticky and gross, so the mildly hot water was very refreshing. He closed his eyes and let it hit his face directly, spreading through his hair and down his body. As he reached for the soap though, Sal caught a glimpse of black out of the corner of his eye and unfortunately seen the front curve of Hestur's matte black nuts- almost as big as honey melons. Sal started to freeze up again, trying his best to keep his eyes forward. Between the stallion's legs was a plush black sheath that looked big enough to comfortably stand a wine bottle up inside! Sal closed his eyes a moment as he rinsed soap off his face, when he opened them again and glanced back toward Hestur he almost shit himself- Hestur was standing just a couple of inches away, facing him. Hestur had seen the half-chub in Sal's own crotch as the smaller man kept glancing over. "What it is you see that is so captivating?" The steam in the showers was shoved away a moment as two gusts of hot breath blasted from his large nostrils. "I-it's nothing! I just... I never used a group shower like this before." "You like other men?" "I like what I like- it's nothing you need to worry about." Hestur took another step forward. "Mmm. Suck it, and I won't tell anyone." Sal's brow hardened immediately. "Fuck you." Hestur's face immediately softened in a small smile. "Hah ha." He pat Sal on the shoulder. "You will do just fine here with us, little one." Hestur went to walk out of the shower, pausing only a moment more. "By the way, your forehead is bleeding." Sal raised his face and cupped his hand below- looking down at his palm he seen red in the water. He felt his forehead and sure enough there was a bone spur that had grown in the middle and lanced the skin painlessly. He was starting to grow a horn! Hestur's advances seemed to have been fake- he was just testing Sal. Even Sal did not understand where that had come from. Hestur was clearly someone you did not want to get on the bad side of- but he completely forgot how easily the stallion could kill him with his bare hands and snapped at him. Rather than get angry, the aggression seemed to be exactly what Hestur wanted to see. Had it actually made him mad though, Sal could have a broken neck right now. Sal got aggressive at just the thought of someone else coming onto him, but why? He had no one else, he DID very much like what he seen. Even for some time after, he had difficulty getting the vision out of his head of those giant ebon genitals, wobbling around below the horse. He had strong feelings for Ame, but Ame was his friend, never his boyfriend- he liked girls like Naomh, right? So why didn't he want to get with someone like Hestur? The next day, Gumeong gathered several of them, including Laukur and Sal to give orders. "You have a day to prepare. We need to send more men to Isola. In addition to the rise of crime in Isola and the rumours that it is people here in Pianeta, they have been having their arms full dealing with people trying to flee Pianeta. That will be our job- might not even be any fighting involved. Just border patrol, simple enough, but be ready to do a lot of running." Sal slowly raised his hand. "If they are not violent, why is Isola so determined to keep them out?" Laukur shrugged. "They offer nothing and seek to take the island nation's resources, because their own homes are depleted. Crown Gimsteinn likely views them as parasites." Gumeong nodded. "Aye. Laukur has the right of it. This crowndom is dying so they try to get into Isola, but Isola does not want homeless people filling their streets and leeching off their populace. You have family in Isola, no? They had a high rank, and a good bit of money to their names, so Isola had no gripes taking them in. They had something to offer. A crowndom is nothing without its people, so if these people drove their crowndom into the ground why would Isola want to take them in, only to do the same to their home? Isola will take people into its borders- but not just any layabout, and certainly not stowaways." Laukur spoke up before Gumeong could leave. "Will you be joining us, sir?" He paused without turning back and just huffed. "Easy jobs aren't my thing. I will check up on things in a few days, remind myself what it is like taking a piss in a toilet that is actually clean, then come back with you all." The next day of course, Sal spent with Ame. Because Sal has been staying at the Clay Pigeons barracks his family home has gone unused for some time now, so they were back to hanging out in Ame's apartment. He was a bit embarrassed and had to scramble to clean as much as he could. Never having guests over, his apartment was sort of a mess. The last time he cleaned up was over a week before, when he had to let the chimney sweep in to do his job. The first thing Ame commented on was of course Sal's new horn- which had already grown considerably bigger. It stuck almost nine inches out of the top center of his head- almost at his hairline, and it arched lazily back. It was black so it also stood out in that sense too. It had very subtle ridges on its surface, but was still early in growth so it was anyone's guess how big it would become. "So it sounds like you really enjoy the company you keep with them." Sal nodded, one foot up on the coffee table. "Yea. Gumeong looks like an absolute monster but he has... I don't know, a dignified air about him? He is very to the point, always does exactly what he needs to get the job done, nothing more or less. Doesn't get his feelings involved with his work. I guess he is like the father I always wished I had." "Well, better late than never." They both chuckled. There was a long pause before Sal sighed and spoke up again. "I am... going to be gone for a while. Not sure how long, but a while. Easy work, but it is some distance from here." "Hmm. Well, you have to do what you have to, I suppose. Stay safe out there, alright?" "I am almost more worried about leaving you here. There is even talk of Basilius planning to claim independence from the rest of Pianeta. I know it has always been bad, but at some point the crowndom will reach its limit and collapse... it can't keep this up forever." Ame looked at his friend, the changes he was getting from his new friends. Ame missed having moments like these alone with just Sal all the time. It was good he was getting other friends though, and that he had steady work, even if it took him away from Ame more often. Maybe just knowing Sal was alright would be enough. Seeing the distant look in Sal's eyes, trying to comprehend their future made him want so badly to put his arms around him and hug him close. But that wasn't a thing guy friends did normally- he did not want to weird him out. It would not be fair for Ame to complicate things with his own feelings, knowing they could not be returned anyway. On the other end of the same couch, Sal wore a small smile for his closest friend. Thanks to the barracks showers, Sal could not help but wonder what Ame was packing between his legs. Ame really did look like an angel- statuesque physique and large soft wings folded up behind him. His eyes a soft powder blue like the heavens on a clear sky afternoon. How he was still single was absolutely mind boggling to Sal. Ame was fucking gorgeous and so kind hearted. Maybe he would get with Naomh yet though- Ame told him of her transformation with obvious awe of her beauty. Ame was also obviously concerned for her- saying there was still a deep, repressed sadness in her. Two men looking at each other with a hidden love, on either end of the very same couch and neither knew the depths of the other's affection. ----- [color=darkcyan][u]<5> Fifth Chapter ~ More Than We Can Afford[/u][/color] The next day Sal nervously took the early boat out to Isola. He made sure to stick close to the other mercenaries, and when they started to wander around the ship more- he stuck with Laukur. Since she is so huge she makes a good landmark. On the other side they did not wander far- they would be looking for stowaways so they will be patrolling the storage hangers near the docks looking for people who do not belong as the cargo from the boats is unloaded. Though far from Rex, Basilius is also on the coast and trades with Isola, so there could be stowaways from either city, as both were part of the Pianeta crowndom. The air here on Isola was so different. There was not the smell of smoke, dust, or rotting wood. There was smells of fresh fruit being shipped off the island to be traded, the smell of incense from the nearby street markets, the smell of salty sea air. He found himself taking deep breaths just to taste the air as often as possible. The air was refreshingly cool while the sun was radiant and warm. So this was what it was like, to be in a crowndom that was not cursed to oblivion. Just being here felt like a weight was lifted off him- like the air itself in Pianeta was oppressive. Instantly, Sal wanted to stay here permanently. The Clay Pigeons had a base right here in Isola so he would not even have to get a new job. Moving here would be as easy as asking Gumeong for a transfer. But thinking of leaving Ame behind in that decaying land hurt his heart. He could not abandon his friend. Maybe he could talk Ame into coming to Isola. He tried before and failed but... he had to try again. Sal froze up as he heard an all too familiar voice behind him. "Well, look what the tides washed ashore." Sal turned to face his father. "What are you doing here, old man?" The polished silver armor of Isola contrasted the black and gold tiger stripes of Skepna's canine and feline mixed form. "Doing my job, boy. I almost did not recognise your face- I am more accustomed to looking at your turned back." "You are the one who turned his back on his home. You swore alliance to Regulus and then spit in his face." Skepna growled, flexing the claws on his hand threateningly. "And yet here you are, serving no cause but yourself, standing on the same side of the fence as me- and you DARE lecture me?!" Sal took a step forward to be face to face with his father, rather than shy away from the threat. "I never swore alliance to anyone. I was never, and will never be one of your underlings. You never wanted children- you wanted obedient fighters you could shape freely." Skepna backed off and straightened his posture as the huge shadow of Laukur approached. She place a huge paw on Sal's shoulder. "Is there a problem here, Sal?" "No, I was just informing this guard what our stance is." Skepna glanced nervously up at Laukur then scoffed at his son as he turned to leave them. "We currently have the same employers, so you best not slack off, or I will be the first to point it out." After work Sal was quick to ask the mercenaries stationed permanently here in Isola where the closest bar was. There was several, but Sal deliberately took a small sort of hidden one. Built in the basement of another place, it still had street access with stone stairs leading down to its door. Half the walls were cobblestone and the other half wood- it was a cozy place with a good reputation. It rarely got new customers because of its secluded location, so seeing someone who was not a regular; the half rhino bartender immediately welcomed him in. Sal ordered an entire bottle rather than a mug, and the woman two empty stools over on the corner of the counter chuckled at him. "What? I have problems to drown." "Don't we all." Her voice was dry and tired. He could tell she was getting on in age- her once black hair was looking charcoal from the increasing number of greys showing up in it. Her head was shaped like a dog- a black lab specifically. She had no fur on it though, just long straight greying black hair like a human. Her tail was huge and fluffy though, definitely not a dog. Sal was not sure what creature that tail belonged to- it was like a fox tail but huge and solid black. Both her hands and feet were dog paws- the skin turned black at her wrists and ankles but again she had no actual fur on them. Because she did not have proper human hands, she needed to hold her huge pint glass between both paws. She had deep worry lines in her forehead and creases under her eyes from too many days spent crying. Sal got to talking with the old dog, learning her name is Sagesse. She had a very low opinion of herself, but he could tell she had not cried actual tears in a long time. She was a strong and wise woman. She chuckled weakly as Sal's problems of the day. "Y'know, most people ask you when you are going to settle down and start a family like it is some wonderful thing everyone needs to experience..." She took a long drink. "But in reality, almost every family out there is broken or fucked up. It would take a miracle to be perfectly compatible with your whole family. Fucking miracle." "Hmmm, certainly seems that way. Why do you figure that is?" "You only get one. You do not choose your family, you get only one. There are billions of people out there that you will not be compatible with, but you can choose your friends. It doesn't matter how bad the odds are when you can roll the dice as many times as you need." He watched the ice in his drink shift around on its own. "Don't get along with your family either, I take it?" She huffed, then was silent a moment before taking another big drink and speaking up. "My father was an abusive prick. Finally got caught in the act beating my mother and was arrested. Died in the pit of a dungeon- never seen the light of day again. My mom couldn't handle raising me on her own and was a nervous wreck. I tried to get a job to help her out as soon as possible, but I couldn't land any real decent work so I couldn't get enough money for medicine for her when she fell ill and she died, leaving me alone." Sal was about to apologise but she spoke up again before he spoke. "And then I made the mistake of trying to start my own family. Look at me. Do I look like someone who has their shit together enough to have a family?" He smiled weakly. "Aside from the drink in your hand, you do sound like you know what is what." "Well... knowledge and ability are not the same thing. I was still young when I fell in love- put my heart out there before it knew better. He was a handsome and brave person, kind and bold. A fine man, sure enough." She bowed her head over her mug. "He did not even know I was pregnant when he went off to fight some stupid battle as knight of Regulus. He was killed in the line of duty." "You had to raise a child on your own, like your mother." Sagesse rolled her head back and forth on the rim of her mug. "No. I could not do that to a child. I wouldn't create another broken family. I gave the baby over to a church and ran. Ran as far and fast as I could to here on Isola. Ocean on every side- as far from anything as I could get. I have just been... existing since then. No real goals, just living my days, alone like I deserve. I can't ruin a relationship if I don't form any." Sal's heart squeezed painfully tight as he stared at her beautiful powder blue eyes and his entire body filled with dread realization. He had unintentionally found Ame's birth mother. Ame had not told Sal he did not have work when last they spoke. Dry spells of work were common, but he thought he would find another job soon enough so he did not want to worry Sal. The problem was though, he did not find another job. He had not paid his apartment rent for some time and his landlord was running out of patience. When Ame was venting to Mingyun like usual in her bar though, he was overheard by a lion man. A gruff looking fellow- his beard and sideburns connected to his bushy black hair to form a mane like crown Regulus himself. He had two short scars on his face and many more on his hairy but not furry arms. His hands were perfectly human in shape, but his feet were huge lion paws. His tasseled lion's tail had several jeweled bands on it. Before he knew it, he was standing on the edge of the roof of one of Rex's few remaining rich households, waiting for the others. The lion man was Orgueil, a formerly wealthy man himself. Everyone thought he had fallen on dark times like everyone else- but in truth he had lost most of his fortune through investment. He had been handing his money out to the less fortunate. Orgueil is secretly a lackey of Gracieux, a legendary thief of Rex. No one knew what their leader actually looked like, but Ame did now. Orgueil had convinced Ame to join their band, with the goal of bringing down the remaining rich estates to help the rest of the people survive a bit longer in these darkest days. Ame himself could not survive much longer without money, and as willing as is to work for it- he can't find work! It was steal or starve at this point. Along with them was also Beau, a half horse man with luxuriously long tail and mane. He had a snout but only half the length of a normal horse. His skin was cream coloured on most of his body, except his mane and tail were pure white- though he had no fur. Gracieux himself turned out to be a bit of a pretty boy. His very narrow, dainty hooves clicked softly on the floors as he dashed back out of the mansion with a bag of loot tossed over his shoulders. He had a triangular tuft of a tail and very long, narrow limbs. The cool black end of his wide nose connected to his black lips. He had deer ears and a giant rack of antlers crowning his head. Gracieux reached the top window a bit breathless. "Coast clear, lad?" Ame nodded, glancing down to Orgueil on the ground to be sure. "It is." Beau slowly approached from behind Gracieux. "Too much of Regulus' muscle is busy trying to keep order in the streets to be hunting down thieves. Besides- we will run out of things to steal soon enough." Gracieux sighed. "Aye, a time that is sadly approaching. All we can do is force the resources be spread out. We can't magic up new resources." Gracieux explained their job to Ame by comparing it to a magician. People pay a magician for his art, which is effectively sleight of hand. Well, thieving is also an art of sleight of hand. Except instead of people paying them for it- the thief takes the liberty of taking his own tip. A magician makes a rabbit vanish- thieves make coin vanish. Saves on rabbits. Gracieux grew up on the streets, but was much more bold and fleet footed than others around him and would often steal food for himself and others to help his fellow homeless survive. No one knew that he was working with other homeless people, which is partly where his legendary reputation came from. Part of the reason he is uncatchable and seems to be in more places than one at a time is because he is aided by many. That is where aids like Orgueil became valuable. He is wealthy and an upper class citizen. If a homeless man shows up at a shop with a bag of gold, someone is going to figure it out. But if Orgueil shows up with a bag of gold no one bats an eyelash. Ame hated the idea of stealing, but something needed to be done, and the fact that even a few people in Rex would still have a hidden wealth was disgusting. What was the point of riches if the entire land you lived in died? Where are you going to spend the money when all the shops are closed and their owners are dead in the street? This night though, their crime was put to a stop. As they were slipping through the laneways, they came up to a pile of crates and junk built up blocking the lane. As soon as they stopped and went to turn around to take another route, they saw several Regulators coming down another lane. It was a trap! The problem with there being so few places left to rob is that it makes it a hell of a lot easier for the Regulators to predict where they will be, before they actually go there. Beau tossed his share to Ame knowing he and Gracieux were the fastest. Orgueil and Beau waved the Regulators over and then bolted in two different directions trying to divert attention. Gracieux motioned for Ame to follow him and they ran to out to the main road so they wouldn't encounter any more blockades and then they divided as well. Ame beat his wings as he ran, allowing him to run extremely fast, he bolted toward the lower city. The church was to his right up on the huge cliff overlooking the ocean- the other half of the city was on a steep slope down to the water below. Ame thought if he could get to the port they might assume he tried to stow away on a ship cargo, while he actually just runs back the other way. Getting caught completely off guard he just seen a flash of white charging full blast and slammed into him and crushed him against the wall. Ame woke up slowly, his body aching a bit. As he looked around confused he saw that he was in a carriage with Orgueil and Beau. They all had their hands bound together at the wrists by a single rope. They had all been caught, except Gracieux- maintaining his reputation as a legendary thief. Watching over the three of them in the back of the carriage was the Crowned Shield, Chevalier. He had been rammed into a wall by the white bull and knocked out in one hit! "Been a while, Chevalier." The bull looked at Ame a moment and snorted. "Have we met?" "The two guys in the crowndom of ash, almost got murdered." He nodded slowly. "Ah, that was some time ago. You have some way of showing gratitude." "Sorry... we don't have a lot of options to survive. I would work if I could. We ran out of options." Chevalier snorted again. "It won't matter soon." "Huh?" Beau glanced at Ame. "He isn't taking us to prison; he is taking us to the royal palace. Crown Regulus apparently has a proposition for us. Or, a proposition for Gracieux, but since he isn't here to ask directly..." Since they were tied together they were forced to walk close to one another in a line as Chevalier held the end of the rope and dragged them along. Even the royal palace was pretty bad off. It still looked luxurious, but it was tarnished and ill kept. Shrubs and hedges were partially overgrown, pathways were not swept. Only lanterns and braziers in the main halls were actually lit, and sound echoed through the halls as staff was kept to a minimal, so most of the palace was empty. They came to the red carpet leading through the audience chamber to Regulus' throne at the top of a tall narrow staircase. Regulus himself was quite aged now, looking rather frail and weakened himself. His once great mane was thinning and the golden color fading. Chevalier remained immediately behind the three as they were lined up to be presented to the Crown. Regulus wasted no time in presenting his deal to them. He did not care about those the theives have robbed- he was not keen to their hoarding resources either, his guards were forced to respond to the crime for the sake of maintaining some level of law and order. Regulus wanted to use the legendary thief and his band for the good of the crowndom now, though. He has loosely plotted a heist to Isola! Regulus wanted them to steal a cargo ship of fruit from the island nation! Orgueil huffed at the fellow lion. "So a suicide mission? Those cargo ships are damn big; stealing one would be quite the stunt." Regulus shrugged. "But Gracieux is a legendary thief, if anyone at all can do it, it would be him." Beau furrowed his brow. "But... how do you expect to get away with it? I mean if we take a cargo ship from them and steer it back to Rex, they will immediately know someone from Rex stole it, even if they do not know specifically who. There is already plenty of rumours going around that people from Pianeta are trying to steal from Isola- if they catch it actually happening we will unintionally validate all the previous rumours. Gimsteinn will blow his top." Ame's heart tightened in worry. Beau was right; they were teetering on the edge of a war Pianeta could not possibly win. It has been dangerously close for some time, but Ame never imagined he would be the one with his finger on the trigger that ends it for the crowndom. Their band of merry men could very easily kill the crowndom once and for all with their actions, and it was the crown himself ordering it. Chevalier spoke up. "You will not bring it here. There will be a transport caravan from Basilius and Rex sent out at the same time- they will converge at a halfway point where you bring the ship. Its cargo will be loaded into the two caravans and split between the two cities. It will look like they are just making a trade between the two cities. At that mid-point is the pathway toward the distant kingdom of Haven." Beau sighed. "People from Haven stealing it doesn't even make sense- the fruit would rot before it made it that far..." Majhul shrugged as he walked up beside the crown. "We don't have many options to work with- much like you. Now, will you help your crowndom, or should be drop you off in the prison instead?" None of them had even noticed Majhul being there till now, even though he had been in the room the entire time. The exalt did not really have much of a presence most of the time since he was never physically present. He only ever appeared as a clay avatar of a man- the actual exalt was somewhere else entirely, projecting his consciousness here. Ame grumbled, unable to hold back his feelings entirely anymore. "So we will just feed off Isola, till it joins us in ruin? That is assuming they do not go to war against us- and I assure you that is a fight we cannot win. This is both extremely risky, and extremely temporary of a solution even if it does work." Regulus thumped a fist down on the arm of his throne. "Isola is the whole reason we are in this situation!" Seeing the confusion on their faces, Regulus motioned to Majhul who waved a hand through the air and mana started to weave itself densely enough to be seen as he created a very large runic array. "This was deciphered from the leylines, having been projected from Isola. It is an extremely powerful curse. So powerful in fact that no one person could ever hope to cast it- it would kill you the moment you tried. A spell of this strength would require near a hundred people. Which means either Gimsteinn knew it was happening and did nothing, or he arranged for it to happen personally. It was not some cruel twist of fate that just-so-happened to bring ruinous conditions to our crowndom alone, while a crowndom right beside us magically has abundance suddenly. This was orchestrated. Isola has been devouring the life force from us for nearly thirty years!" Regulus nodded sadly. "But it is also as you say- we cannot win against them in a war. If we seek vengeance directly they will snuff us out. This is the only option we have." Armed with this new information, they were let go free for now. They would have to wait for Gracieux to approach one of them and the master thief would decide their course of action. Ame could hardly believe it. All this suffering and darkness was man-made? How could anyone be so cruel hearted? Ame wished he could talk to Sal, but he was away on work still. Sal had not told him where he had gone to work- Ame did not know that Sal was working for Isola currently. ----- [color=darkcyan][u]<6> Sixth Chapter ~ At Odds[/u][/color] As the days went by, Sal started to dread having to return to Rex eventually. He kept playing conversations with Ame out in his head, trying to convince him to come to Isola over and over again in his thoughts. His horn had stopped growing now and was huge! Only about as thick as a toilet paper roll, it arched over his head about two inches off of it, ending in the same place at the back of his head as it grew from the front. The ridges became steeper and developed a thorny edge to them as well. Because of how the black horn curved he could not pierce anything with it, but it protected the top of his head, and would still hurt to get hit with if he rammed someone. He was visiting the bar regularly after work as well to speak with Sagesse who was there every night. She was rarely actually drunk, she usually ordered one or two drinks and sipped them for hours off on her own quietly. Though she would not admit it, she seemed to enjoy his company too; unable to figure out why he took such interest in her. In spite of what she said of herself, she was a very wise woman who had faced plenty of hardship and came out alive. Knowing secretly that she was Ame's mother made Sal fascinated with her. When the day finally came for him to return to Rex he waited nervously at the port while Gumeong arrived and rounded up the other mercenaries to escort back home. They were a bit scattered because they were still on duty for a while, but Gumeong wanted everyone accounted for so they could bail the moment their contract ended. Sal had would have to try to restrain himself when he found Ame again, he felt like he might explode with all he needs to talk about. He has spent this long away from Ame before, but not in a different city- being so far away made him antsy. Sal smiled wide as he seen Sagesse approaching him as he waited around at the port. "Hey, what are you doing here?!" She shrugged, looking around like she was felt out of place. "I don't know, you said you were shipping out today. Been nice having someone to talk to, I guess." They heard a bit of a commotion and looked over to see one of the huge cargo ships unlocking from the loading cranes. Sal called over to Laukur about twenty feet further down, closer to the ship. "What is going on?" She looked at her sundial pendant. "That ship isn't supposed to head out for another hour and a half. The paperwork is still being processed for it." Sagesse huffed. "Some idiot lost the schedule probably. I mean, someone wouldn't try to steal the entire ship, would they?" They looked up in time to see someone jump from the one of the monitor towers and open black wings to glide over to the departing ship. "Ame?!" Laukur looked at him quickly. "You know who that is?" "He is from Rex!" Even further over Gumeong threw off his cloak and smiled. "Prey!" They would have to get on and stop the ship before it was able to completely leave the harbour. The only boats capable of catching up with it were also too small to stop it. Gumeong lead his men down the piers and jumped on using the cranes that slightly overhung the ship. The cargo ships were very large and long so they could not exactly speed off from a dead stop- it needed to back up out of the piers and then turn before they could crank the speed. A few of the Regulators from Isola managed to get onboard as well, so Ame was in trouble- they were outnumbered by quite a bit. Beau was part race horse, so he used his speed to slam mercenaries out of the way and crush them against huge cargo crates. His smashing spree ended quickly enough when Laukur caught up with him. She yanked him right off his hooves and slammed him in the deck hard enough to knock him out and almost snap his neck with whiplash. There were few able to stand toe to toe with the polar bear woman. Orgueil tried to lead them around and lose them in the full cargo, but had a dirk to defend himself with if he needed. And he needed it rather quickly. He managed to dupe the mercenaries, but was cornered by the crowned shield of Isola- Skjoldur. His front covered in flat smooth plates giving him the appearance of having a large gut, and giving him a hunch back were the extremely thick dark green plates of his back. He is half man, half tortoise. Skjoldur carried no blade, but had a shield in either hand. Orgueil made the mistake of hesitating because of his lack of conventional weapons. Skjoldur swung across barely missing Orgueil's face and yanking his mane to the side from the force of the air pressure created from its movement. Skjoldur lunged forward slamming the other shield into his chest and slamming him up against a crate. Orgueil was winded but managed to dash to the side just as the other shield crashed through the crate as Skjoldur slammed it rim-first. Orgueil stabbed him in the gut quickly with the dirk, but only managed to leave a thin, shallow scratch. The tortoise carapace was impervious. Skjoldur knocked him back, smacking him across the face with a shield and then caught him dead-on with the rim of the other, knocking him unconscious. "... the best offense, is a good defense." Sal and Gumeong burst into the control room to find Ame and Gracieux! Gumeong wasted no time in lunging at the legendary thief! Gracieux was very agile on his feet, evading easily and bowing his head to swing it through the air, scratching Gumeong's right shoulder! Gumeong caught him off guard, slamming his left wyvern wing into his gut to wind him and then bit his left leg with his serpent tail to prevent him from evading any more attacks. Sal drew a sword but made no move to actually attack Ame. "What the hell are you doing here, trying to start a war?!" "What am I doing here?! What are YOU doing here? I thought you were doing mercenary work in Pianeta, but here you are siding with the enemy!" "The Clay Pigeons have a base here in Isola too! I am not siding with anyone- mercenaries are neutral to all sides." "You might as well side with them! How much money do you think the Pianeta crowndom still has?? Mercenaries always work for the highest bidder, and Pianeta has no bid! Isola has all the money!" "At least I am not starting wars!" "Rex is out of resources! There is no other way to feed the people. You know the legends of Gracieux, he is a noble thief. He would not be doing this unless there was a good reason. We knew this attempt was insane, but it is all we had." "It isn't all YOU had! I told you to join me! I told you to join me in the mercenaries, its good money and steady work. Don't you... want to be with me? You would rather try to steal a boat in a suicide mission than just follow me...?" Gracieux put his hands out straight as Gumeong's lesser arms crossed their scythe blades over his neck. "I surrender!" Gumeong sighed and backed off. "Seriously? What if I let you get a head start before I attack again?" "Uhm, as tempting as that sounds, I would rather be arrested than flayed alive." "Hrm, that is no fun." Ame looked at him and and motioned his hands to show he was unarmed. "Looks like Isola wins again..." Skjoldur walked into the room dragging the unconscious Orgueil. "As it should. You vermin will face grave charges for this, especially since you are not even from Isola. If you had waited an hour and a half, we likely would not have caught you, but luck does not side with filth." Gracieux furrowed his brow, glancing at Ame. "We got the schedule wrong? This operation was already risky, how could Majhul have been so careless as to give us the wrong schedule times?" Skjoldur looked at him a bit confused. "What does our Exalt have to do with this?" Now Ame was confused too. "YOUR exalt? Majhul is the name of Regulus' advisor." Sal looked at him. "What? Majhul is also the name of Gimsteinn's advisor..." Gracieux explained to them what had happened, how they were against the idea originally, but the crown himself hired them under threat of imprisonment. He then explained the runic array Majhul let them see that put the curse on Pianeta and Skjoldur just shook his head through the entire explanation. Skjoldur chuckled. "What a pathetic attempt to confuse. You will have plenty of time to weave lies in your prison cells. Gimsteinn will have to pass judgement on this case himself- this assault has more implications than just this boat." Sal shook his head. "Wait." He looked into Ame's blue eyes. "Is it true?" Ame nodded, and Sal then looked to Gumeong who nodded to Skjoldur. "It's the truth then, as far as we know it." Skjoldur grumbled. "Then his bares investigation." Gracieux laughed. "Really? Take his word just like that?" "Gumeong is a well-known mercenary leader. Mercenaries are neutral parties- he is with neither Isola nor Pianeta. He has no reason to want to lie in the first place, so if he says it is true, it is true." The chaos of the afternoon went unreported for some time as the boat was brought back into port. The mercenaries brought Orgueil and Beau to a nearby Regulator post for temporary holding. Gracieux and Ame however were taken to the palace, but not till the middle of the following day. Skjoldur walked into the royal audience chamber first. Behind him were Gracieux being restrained by Gumeong and Ame being held by Sal- but neither in actual bonds. Sagesse walked along beside them all and stopped stood beside Skjoldur. Gimsteinn was adorned in a ridiculous number of gemstones on golden armour. He is part dragon, so he feels most at home in lavish fortune. His horns clicked on the back of his throne as he moved his head back to look down resentfully at the thieves who tried to steal and entire ship from his port. Majhul stood beside the throne, quiet and unassuming, just as he had in Rex. Again, not an actual person but an avatar made of clay. Gimsteinn motioned a hand toward Sagesse. "And this is?" Skjoldur bowed slightly. "A local woman, when we learned she had some knowledge of magical workings we borrowed her ability to read runes. One of the mercenaries that made the arrest recommended her." Gimsteinn nodded, but also cocked an eyebrow. "I was unaware there was a magical aspect to this attempted heist. It was not mentioned in the report that was given to me." "I had to investigate another case as it seemed to be closely related, your majesty." Skjoldur motioned to Sagesse to speak. She hefted a large magic book up and opened it, waving a hand over a page to project a runic array. "Crown Regulus was made to believe this runic array was cast on his kingdom to bring it to ruin. It was projected using leylines leading from Isola." Gimsteinn laughed. "Preposterous! How on earth would a spell like that even function? The energy required to cast it would kill whoever cast it, and even their entire soul would not be nearly enough to even partially activate it." "True, it would require almost a hundred people to activate without killing everyone involved. The ritual would also be quite large and take some time to do- it would be impossible something of that nature would fail to be in your notice. But... the thing is, I had an acquaintance of mine who is better than I at magic check, and she found traces of the runic array still imprinted in the leylines." Skjoldur nodded, looking back to his crown. "The curse was indeed cast, and directed from Isola toward Pianeta. We have no idea how on Earth it could have been cast, but it was cast." His brow hardened as he turned to Majhul. "So, why don't you explain it to us?" Majhul laughed a bit nervously. "Why do you think I would know anything about this? I have been with you the entire time. If you don't know, neither do I." Gumeong spoke up. "Oh really? You were here, the entire time? And here I thought I was dedicated to my work. Even I go home every now and then." Majhul sighed. "Well I went home when I was done work obviously, but only to sleep. You can search my damn home if you want for any traces of this spell of yours- I assure you, you will find nothing." Gracieux grinned and stepped forward. "Oh, we did." "...what?" "Well, see, I happen to be really good at getting into places I am not supposed to. So I sort of already had a look around your house. And you are correct- we found absolutely nothing. Almost as if no one lived there at all. Weird how everything had a layer of dust on it, as if it had not been used in a long time. So... where exactly do you go, when you are off duty?" Gimsteinn slowly turned to look at the exalt. "Majhul... when you first came to me offering your expertise in magistry you claimed that your form was horribly unsightly, so you only went out using that avatar of yours. In my arrogance I was simply glad to not have to deal with an ugly servant, and impressed with your clear ability. There is a simple way to dissolve these accusations, Majhul. I know you would rather not, but... show us your true form." Majhul grumbled. "I have already seen the future... this isn't supposed to happen..." ----- [color=darkcyan][u]<7> Final Chapter ~ Forever[/u][/color] Back in Rex Jingshen finished dragging her daughter up the tall cliff and they joined a surprised Naomh in the court yard overlooking the ocean. Both snake women were out of breath. The wind was extremely strong off the water. There had been dark grey clouds covering the entire sky evenly, but they started to part over the waters between the two kingdoms. Naomh went to their aid. "What is wrong? Are you two ok? The weather seems to be getting chaotic, we should get you two indoors." Jingshen nodded out to the ocean. "I can finally see the future with a bit more clairity. We came here because it is above the waves." "Waves...?" They looked out as the waters started to ripple violently, the waves getting higher and higher. They were rippling out from the same point where the sky started to clear in a giant circular opening- as if being rejected by a powerful force. Mingyun opened her crest to tighten her chains so they didn't whip around in the wind. "My mother is the one who predicted the downfall of the crowndom." Jingshen nodded sadly. "The man of one hundred faces. Spirits linger in the crowndom of ash, sometimes offering wishes to any who would visit their old graves. A man once wished to know the future as our nomadic clans do. What the spirit did was give him access to his past and future incarnations- iterations of himself further back or forward in the cycle of reincarnation. One hundred incarnations to be exact." Naomh shivered at the thought. "One hundred people linked psychically across time? What on earth animal would that even look like?" "... an apocalypse." Majhul's body rose out of the ocean between the two kingdoms- above where he scratched the runic array into the ocean floor. The gargantuan dragon head reached into the sky on its extremely long neck. The base of his neck transitioned to a broad torso which had six giant insect-like arms with an unusual number of joints and all ending in small, thin scissor-like pincers. Ten gigantically large and long tails slithered through the ocean waters under it like the arms of an octopus, stirring the waters into giant waves that pummeled the shores. On his back he spread giant, long but narrow dragon wings. The wings had fully translucent membranes making them almost resemble insect\92s wings. Majhul's head smashed through the royal palace in Isola and smashed Gumeong, Gracieux, and Sal right out of the building- tossing them out over the city along with shattered remains of the chambers! Majhul's clay form crumbled with him no longer projecting into it. The giant horned dragon head grit its teeth at the remaining people in the throne room, its long narrow beard trailing on the floor under it. Majhul raised the dragon head to reveal the beard was actually the hair on his head! A human head was partially fused to the bottom of the dragon head's chin! His human torso was fused at the back to the underside of the jaw, but its arms were not fused and free to do what they wished. The human form trailed off at the hip into the dragon throat. Gimsteinn stood up, but could not think of where to run and froze up in fear. "W-what the hell ARE you?!" Majhul spoke with a hundred voices- not all of them male, and not all of them were even human. "A savior. I have seen the past and the future through the eyes of those who came before me and would be born from me. In two hundred years, Isola and Pianeta formed into a single glorious empire- you would annihilate my homeland in war just Pianeta reduced a crowndom to ashes already. And so, I pit you against Pianeta. You should be grateful- I chose Isola as the survivor. The more Pianeta rot, the greater Isola became. If the unified empire is never formed, you will not have the power and arrogance to wage that war." "Y-you are insane!!" Majhul looked over the others. "But someone else has distorted fate itself. I have seen the future... this isn't supposed to have happened." As Majhul turned the dragon head back down Skjoldur told the others to run and grabbed up his twin shields again to buy them as much as time as he could. Ame ran till his lungs burned, desperately trying to find Sal. Sagesse ended up finding Sal first, having seen roughly where he was flung in the attack. He had fallen through the roof of a building and landed on a couch, demolishing it but breaking his fall. He clung to his sword, for what little good it would do for him against a giant draconic monster. They both flinched at the sound of it roaring a pillar of pale green fire onto the palace as it lurched forward, dragging itself forward on its many spindly arms. Majhul could fly, but his targets were all scrambling on the ground- taking flight would make them almost impossible to spot. His eyes locked onto Sagesse. Sal's heart frozen. "Fuck, RUN! He blames you for exposing him!" Sagesse spun on her heels and bolted, and Majhul lunged forward, his many giant tails lashing around smashing in the sides of buildings he passed. Sal stood his ground. He knew this was an impossible fight, but there was absolutely no way in fucking hell he could let him hurt a hair on Sagesse's head. Sal lowered his head, aiming his horn forward more. Majhul barely even paused, smashing Sal out of the way with one of his many arms. Even winded against the side of a building though, Sal grabbed the arm and slammed his sword down on it, cutting into its hard chitin only slightly- but enough to visibly hurt Majhul. He turned his head to the tiny man and snarled. Sagesse immediately spun around when she knew Sal was in trouble. She did not know magic well enough to cast attack spells, and especially not on the fly. Sagesse picked up a rock at tried to hit Majhul in the eye with it! She missed, but it was enough to call his attention back. She was the one he was after anyway. Sal was dropped to the street gasping to get his breath back. "N-no, you have to run." Sagesse shook her head and stood her ground as the monster approached. "You are much younger than I. You still have a future. No one will even remember me, get out of here." Sal's voice could barely be heard as he had no breath to speak with yet. "N-no... please you have to live." Majhul raised a narrow, pointed pincer to jam it through Sagesse but Laukur grabbed it, yanking it down to the street and wrapping both arms around it! She was actually strong enough to lock it in place- Majhur could not use that arm. He opened the pincer on another arm and grabbed at Laukur with its serrated inner edges trying to force her to let go, but at the same time used another arm to stab at Sagesse again. She tried to get out of the way but there was too much rubble in the streets at this point and she stumbled. Majhul lanced her gut with the sharp pincer at the same moment Gumeong landed in the side of his head at full speed- having been using his wings to fly to him as quickly as possible. Gumeong seen the spray of blood from Sagesse as Majhul ripped his arm back out, and the shocked tears in Sal's eyes. Gumeong's eyes immediately started to glow red as he looked up at Majhul. "I am going to kill you so hard I will end all your incarnations with you." Majhul stabbed at him, Gumeong grabbed the limb with his serpent head and yanked it back, then wound up and punched it hard enough with his bear claw to actually crack the chitin painfully! He slammed his wings down, firing his body up quickly at Majhul's head! He moved his head up and back as fast as he could but Gumeong was faster- ramming his bear claws into the gut of his human body and raked four deep trenches up his body! Majhul smashed him down with his dragon head and blasted him into the street before he could even fall. On the ground, Sal ran to Sagesse, holding a hand to the hole through her lower torso, trying to stop the bleeding, but the hole went straight through- there was no use. The number of healing potions that would be required to heal a wound of that size would poison her blood and kill her anyway. "Please... please hang on. You have to live..." Sagesse chuckled weakly, her vision already so blurry she could barely see. "You are a kind young man. I am glad I met you... but please do not waste your tears... on me. You find a wa...cough... way to survive all this. Run, live. I hope that baby I left behind grew up... to be a fine young man... like you..." Sal could feel her body become heavy as the life left it, right there in his arms. Gumeong commanded Laukur to grab Sal and get him out of there. Sal tried to struggle free from her grip. "What are you doing, I need to kill that son of a bitch!!" Laukur shook her head. "Not like this. Gather yourself; you will only be throwing away your life in your current state of mind." Majhul turned at him and sneered. "Oh? Kill me?" Gumeong flew up, grabbed him and yanked his head back around with his snake tail and punched him across his human face. "Was that a request? You take your eyes off me for a fucking second, I guarantee it will be the last time you see anything." Ame finally found Sal, sitting in the middle of a ruined road with Laukur by him. Ame ran up but slowed his pace when he seen the grim expression on their faces. "Sal. Are you okay?" Sal slowly got up. "Ame." He stepped up to Ame and suddenly hugged him, tightly, catching him off guard. "I'm... sorry." Ame hugged him back. "For what?" They broke off and Sal smiled weakly. "For a lot of things. That monster almost turned us against each other. I am sort of still glad I joined the mercenaries but... I think I originally just joined them to... run away from my own feelings." "Majhul played with a lot of people's feelings, you don't have to apologise." Sal clenched his fists lightly. "Ame... if I knew something you probably should know... but all it could do is bring you pain...?" Ame crossed his arms. "I would hope you would keep it to yourself." Sal smiled weakly and nodded after a silent pause. "Then for once in my life, I will keep my mouth shut." Sal picked his sword up off the ground and turned to face Majhul fighting Gumeong and the city Regulators in the distance. Ame quickly spoke up. "Woah, wait, what are you doing?! You can't fight that thing!" He walked away slowly, but did not stop. "I can fight it about as well as any of them can. Well, not Gumeong, but he can't win this solo, as much as he wants to." Laukur stood up to join him in returning to the fight. "Let me join you then, damnit." Sal waved it off. "You don't even have a weapon, dummy." "But... I... love you." Sal froze in place immediately. His heart started hammering in his chest as he slowly turned to face Ame. "What...?" Ame sighed, closing his eyes for a long moment. "I never wanted to say anything because I did not want to ruin what we have. I didn't want you to be weirded out. For the longest time I tried to find another answer in myself, that maybe I was mistaken but... I love you. I always have. Sorry." Without a word Sal ran to Ame and hugged, and then kissed him deeply. Laukur looked away to give them their moment. As she looked at the sky her brow furrowed a bit. The giant clearing in the clouds... it wasn't centered over Majhul. It was over Ame and Sal! That was why Majhul could not see the future- Ame and Sal had changed fate so that they could never be divided for any reason. Like with Majhul, Ame's wish affected both past and future, he had unintentionally created a new branch in the timeline, one that Majhul has no power in. Ame and Sal put their foreheads together and remained like that for some time. "Remember that time we went to the crowndom of ash?" Sal chuckled. "How could I forget?" "That is when I first knew. That night I think I was visited by a ghost... I don't know if it was a dream of what. It asked me what I wished for, and I wished that we would never be apart." There was a long pause before Sal spoke up again. "I guess it worked then." Majhul grabbed both of Gumeong's wings to hold him still and slammed his giant dragon head into him- head-butting him into the ground to stun him again. He then turned to the Regulators cutting small gouges in him from behind and started lashing his tails around violently, crushing half of them and throwing the rest through the air like he was tossing a salad. He glanced up as he seen Ame gliding overhead on his black angel wings. He took a deep breath to incinerate him but Laukur picked up and threw Sal at Majhul while he was distracted. He got high enough to jam his sword into the base of the monster's throat, causing him to scream in rage. He grabbed Sal and yanked him out with one of his many arms, cutting him a bit with the serrated edge of the inside of the pincer. He was going to impale him with another arm, but Ame folded his wings in and used his elevation to drop onto the dragon head and punch it directly in the eyeball! Majhul's mouth and nose spilled flames in pure hate as he shook his head violently to knock Ame away. Sal turned the sword around in his hand and jammed it right through the arm holding, forcing it to let him go. Majhul seen Gumeong getting back up and Laukur approaching at a full charge. He spun his ten tails around and started slamming down onto the street and the buildings to collapse the buildings in on top of them as well as try and crush them! Sal jammed his sword in as far as he could to one of the huge tails to try and save his mercenary friends. Majhul sneered at the persistent man. He slammed Sal down onto the ground with an open pincer and forced his weight down on him to start crushing him. Sal tried to turn the sword and impale the arm, but Majhul learned his lesson this time. He grabbed Sal's arm and started twisting- shredding the flesh with the serrated edge, forcing him to drop the sword. Ame rushed as fast as he could to save his lover, using his wings to run extremely fast, grabbing the sword off the ground and slamming it into the arm trying to cut off Sal's. Majhul still had plenty of arms to work with however. Gracieux ran up his back, distracting Majhul a moment. He squirmed around trying to knock the stag off, but could not! Gracieux was unarmed and unable to attack properly- but he could be very annoying. Ame grabbed either side of the pincer trying to crush Sal and yanked up on either side, opening it farther than it was supposed to be able to go. Majhul yelled out in pain as Ame cracked the chitin and tore the pincer right off! Majhul slammed Ame against a building with one arm and then thrust another at him to impale him! Sal quickly got in the way, and the pincer lanced his side leaving a large deep gouge in his side, but not killing him. Not immediately anyway. Ame was still gasping for breath as he grabbed Sal and tried to get them out of Majhul's attack range to try and recover. Majhul has a very large attack range however. Gumeong burst from the rubble before Majhul could attack them. Gracieux stomped down on the dragon head with his dainty little hoof, making him flinch a second, preventing him from evading Gumeong's bear claws as he swiped across the dragon face, leaving four more streaks of red. Ame helped Sal move, easing him down. The wound was extremely bad. There was a half circle cut out of the side of his gut! His sword arm was bleeding very heavily as well, and the flesh had been cut almost to the bone. He motioned to Ame with his good hand. "Give me the sword a second." Ame handed it over, not sure what Sal was planning. "We need to get you to a medic, fast. You can't fight with that wound. Please, please don't try." Sal chuckled. "I know that. I... I am not getting to a medic either, though." Ame looked ever the beautiful angel of a man with sympathy welling in those powder blue eyes of his. "My body is going cold and numb already, I am losing blood too fast." Majhul seen them standing still and took the opening to attack, but stopped suddenly as he seen Sal instead turn the sword around in his hand, and plunged it into his own chest. Ame screamed his lover's name as tears streamed down his face. Sal smiled weakly even as the life left his emerald green eyes and the horned fox man fell onto his side, dead. He would not allow Majhul to take him. Majhul smiled at the broken Ame and the dead Sal, rearing up already turning to give his attention to more threatening attackers. Ame shuffled over to Sal's dead body and pulled the sword back out, washing some of the blood from its edge with his tears. "She said... she said that barring a power greater than her own, we would be together... forever." He took a few shuffling steps toward Majhul and slowly raised the sword to point at him. "I guess... death...." The stone of the road shattered below him from the sheer force of will. "-IS NOT MORE POWERFUL!!" He opened his eyes- one emerald green and one power blue. Sal's horn erupted from the center of his head as his ears grew longer and pointed, standing up as the ears of a black fox! Its long black hair turned gold and curled a bit at the tips, and Ame's once thin tail exploded in bushy fur! It spoke with both Sal and Ame's voice at the same time. [color=darkcyan][b]"We are Soulbound!"[/color][/b] Majhul immediately turned around as he felt the extreme gravity of an explosively powerful aura. Laukur took the opening and got behind him to the apex of all ten tails and jammed the claws of both hands in and started yanking apart- looking to literally tear him a new one. Gracieux slid down, holding onto the hair of Majhul's human head. "Get off you annoying twat!" "Nah, I think I will hang around. I like the view from here." The second Majhul was distracted, Gumeong flew up so hard and fast he slammed his one bear fist into Majhul's torso so hard he cracked three ribs! Soul slammed his wings down to fire himself up into the air- unlike Ame he was able to fully fly. He flew forward and slammed the sword down so hard into the dragon head he cleaved both top and bottom jaw at the front! It roared at him breathing fire, but Soul closed his wings a moment and fell below the fire before it could hit him. Gracieux quickly let go to drop to the ground and get out of their way. Majhul closed his ten tails on Laukur and started to twist them together to crush her to death behind him, but Soul landed on his lower back and jammed his sword between two tails, and then ran up his back without pulling the sword out- raking a long trench into his flesh up his entire back! Laukur quickly escaped the tail while they twitched and thrashed from the pain. Majhul twist around to lance him with a pincer but Soul caught it out of the air with his free hand. Soul smiled as he tightened his grip, the pincer chitin started to creak, crack, and then popped as blood burst out and he crushed the pincer with his bare hand. "The reason you cannot see into the future in this timeline?" He tossed the wounded arm to the side and flew straight forward, slashing Majhul across his human throat! "In this timeline, you have no future." Majhul thrashed around, rearing up holding his throat as blood flowed freely from the large gouge straight across it. Soul had not simply slit it open- the gouge went a fourth of the way through the neck. He tried to speak, but only wet breathless gurgles came out as his body heaved a few times desperately trying to cling to the life quickly draining from it as the road was absolutely painted in his blood. His body started to crack and crumble as if it were made of compressed dust. His body was a result of several incarnations of its soul coming together- but Soul changed the future, so the incarnations he had summoned from the future no longer existed as he knew and their power evaporated. The timeline he called his power from has been rewritten. The clouds completely cleared from the sky. The air in Rex suddenly felt so much lighter, and clear. The stench of decay vanished. As the sunlight kissed the earth, tiny sprouts started to peek from the long dormant soil. The curse has been broken. ----- Gimsteinn did everything in his power to aid Regulus. Isola sent all the resources it could spare to help Pianeta get back onto its feet in the wake of its terrible curse. Skjoldur died to give them all time to escape Majhul's initial attack, so to commemorate his sacrifice a large marble statue now stood of him at the front of the royal court- posed with his twin shields. Gumeong decided to start training Laukur to be his successor as the leader of the Clay Pigeons. He was still viewed as the leader by basically everyone, but officially Laukur was the woman in charge. Gracieux was recruited by Gumeong, having been impressed by his agility and skill, the noble thief still did plenty of morally just robbery on the side, but also worked as a mercenary as his day job. Naomh eventually succeeded Athair when he passed on as the owner of the ancient church. She was able to spread hope to the people and offer shelter from the troubles of the outside world she never had the luxury of herself in the past. Sagesse's grave was on its own small hill in the graveyard, not on Isola, but in Rex. A small tree stood beside it, sheltering the headstone. Soul laid a huge bouquet of flowers at the base of the stone. "You will never be forgotten." Regulus and Gimsteinn themselves stood just behind Soul, waiting their turn to rest flowers at the grave. As the woman who helped reveal Majhul's identity she was written into the history books as a hero of both crowndoms. And Soul himself? Well, Soul started to travel around and take in more of the world at large. Helping each other recover from a nearly shared destruction, Isola and Pianeta were closer with one another than ever. Apparently there is a potential war in 200 years at the hands of their joined forces, so Soul still had some future to change. But that is the thing about the future- it's yours to shape. The End
(F tf Hybrid, M tf dog, F tf cow, M tf horse, F tf mouse) Maranda stepped out into the light of another new day! It had been snowing last night but you'd think it had been raining by looking at the state of things already today. Most of the snow banks are grey with all the exposed dirt and the fresh snow last night is already a layer of water on the sidewalk and road that make everything a slushy mess. Maranda lives in Dopplen City; a big city not unlike New York in that it is stacked higher up and down than it is large in width- the buildings are towering and the population is very... condensed. Maranda is in her mid-twenties- so just starting to get her stride in life really with still plenty of places to go. Her eyes are hazel in color and almond in shape, nuts, I know. Her hair is a dark mahogany red-brown and hangs straight to her C cup bust. She is on her way to work, but her job does not really have a dress code- just don't dress like a slob basically. She is wearing a form fitting straight black skirt to her knees and a charcoal colored long sleeve- even though it is winter she does not need a jacket in this weather. The snow is only holding together in places where it is layered, or between buildings where the sun can't get at it. She lives in an apartment building like almost everyone in the big city, and she does not own a vehicle of her own- which is fine because finding a place to park the damn thing would either cost a lot or be extremely difficult to do at all. She smiles at her friend Adam as he drives up in a very posh car to pick her up and drive her to work. She often takes the bus, but Adam picks her up when he can- and is always exactly on time, managing to even time it to when she comes out the front doors. His radio is turned up and pumping out 90s classic hits. Adam is a very beautiful man himself- short forward swept black hair, handsome face... not really muscular build exactly, but definitely athletic. His expression is always warm and welcoming, and every time Maranda plops down into the seat beside him she is reminded of how much she wished she could get into the pants of this beautiful Adonis. Unfortunately they are long-time besties and she does NOT want to fuck with that dynamic. Also he is 100% gay so.... yea. Not going to happen. Tons of women flirt with him since high school only to be left crying at that little tidbit about him. Not that he has really had that many boyfriends though either. He drives a lipstick-red viper convertible with gold plated rims and white leather interior- rather flashy, but that was the point. He works at an auto tuning shop that specializes in custom jobs, so his own ride was made to act basically as a moving advertisement of their work. Maranda is an artist too- but she only works digitally, her place of work is a graphic design company. Adam pointed to a large cup in the holder as he drove off toward her work. "For you m'lady." "Aww." She glanced at the order on the side of the cup before taking a sip. "Just the way I like it! You spoil me Adaaaam~" "Weeell it's mostly because I know how you are if you haven't had a shot of caffeine and could do without the morning rant." Maranda looked mildly offended. "Hey! I don't rant very often, and when I do it's because of the zoo of people I work with. My boss acts like he barely understands the business he is running some times, and sometimes he is joking but it's really hard to tell when he is or isn’t! So you either explain something you didn't need to, or he just nods along like... I explained this last week already, how do you not know??" "Well, to be fair; he manages graphic artists and runs a business employing them- he doesn't actually do any graphics designing himself, so he technically doesn't need to know anything about it." "But then there is that guy Marc that I told you about!" "The really buff, handsome guy?" "Y-yea, that one. I was thinking about maybe getting close to him when I first started working there but it took him less than one full day to start hitting on me, like, yikes." Adam laughed. "So, you were turned off when the guy you were about to hit on started hitting on you?" Maranda blushed. "But he went right into it! And he says flirty things every now and then even still! And you can tell the way he talks and acts he is just one of those muscle-head types, y'know? Like he knows nothing outside of sports and cars." "Something against carheads?" She lowered her brows. "You know what I mean." "A himbo- yea. The curve of his muscles are deeper than his personality. Mildly annoying to work with, yea." "And then that viper Luna! She went to our high school but I guess you never had any classes with her. She openly [b]BRAGS[/b] about how she is always flirting with guys, how she has them wrapped around their finger and then dumps them like trash! She has no human empathy! She treats me all buddy-buddy like we were good chums in high school and I just kinda go along with it, y'know? But fuck, I ain't friends with that poisonous witch. Uses men like stepping stones. Not to mention those huge tits of hers always in your face." "They do project off of the body, so yea, if they are large enough they will be the closest thing to your face by default." "And a new girl just started working two days ago named Holly, so I am doing my best to sort of keep those two off of her so they don't corrupt her too. But then I am always a bit distracted from my work, because I am trying to show her the ropes and shelter her from the weirdos while also trying to do my own work! Ugh!" Adam stopped the car, motioning to her work to the side. "And thus ends another morning rant." "I- wait I- wh- hey! It was a trap!" "Was it?" "You made me rant! I didn't mean to! Aaargh!" Adam just chuckled as she stood up with her drink in hand and closed the door behind her. "Always a pleasure. I won't be able to drive you home though- you gotta take the bus back. We have some big fix today- got a mural of a whale to draw up on the side of a guy's flatbed. It is going to be hard but the results are going to be gorgeous." "Oooh- take pictures when it's done, I wanna see!" And so the little ray of sunshine in her morning drove off, leaving her to the sterile greys and whites of her office place. Maranda enjoyed her job, and not everyone in the office was a weirdo, but Maranda also wasn't particularly good at making friends- never has been. Maranda enjoys being in control, and being organized- but the only thing you ever have full control over is yourself. She doesn't want to give people orders, and knows she could never control someone completely, so she just sort of ignores them as viable options. Rather than ask for help and bounce ideas off of others, she is always just doing her own thing, taking on tasks with the full intent of doing it entirely by herself. Marc was very friendly and ever-determined to win her over, so he was always trying to make that connection but Maranda already slapped him with a himbo label in her head, so she just kinda laughed him off or just blankly nodded along and then just returns to what she was already doing. Maranda often used the excuse of being too busy with work to continue the conversation and of course Marc was too dimwitted to pick up on the fact that if she dodged his conversation that many times in a row- it's actually probably because she doesn't want to talk with him in the first place. Luna seems to be under the delusion that she and Maranda are friends, and Maranda maintains that illusion only to avoid conflict long enough to brush Luna off and return to work. Maranda was admittedly a little jealous and intimidated by Luna's... endowments. Maranda had a hard time finding a guy to even try for in the first place, while if Luna's stories were to be believed- she is basically tripping over men drooling at her feet. Luna's own dark long sleeve shirt is stretched taught across two tits that had to be in the G cup range. When she leans forward you can actually see where her bra ends under her shirt by the flesh billowing out over the cups and starting to fold at the edge! Good lord- put those things away before you smother someone! Holly was nice though- the new kid on the block. A rather meek woman with an utter lack of curves, but a VERY pretty face behind her oversized round glasses. Maranda knows Barry- their boss- isn't going to be the best to go to for instruction so she has been leading Holly around every day, making sure she knows everything she needs to get the job done. Maranda was the new girl once too- and she had to deal with a lot of trial and error when she first started that she would like to spare Holly the trouble of dealing with. Maranda enjoyed playing the mentor and helping out Holly, but like she said to Adam earlier; it was a strain too. She cannot be helping Holly and doing her own work at the same time, so she created a frantic back-and-forth routine for herself to juggle them. Oh her way home that day Maranda hopped on the bus and glanced around for a seat- it was looking like she would have to stand on the ride home again but a kindly old man pulled up some bags he rest on the seat beside him to free up a space for her. Unfortunately almost the moment she sat down he gave her a half-toothed grin and put a hand on her thigh. She bolted upright so fast she almost fell into the seat across the way. She ended up standing on the ride home anyway- her face beat red the entire time, half in embarrassment and half in anger. She stormed off the bus at the corner of her street, growling to herself. "Aaargh I HATE people sometimes! Perverts trying to lure you in on the bus, Marc with his flirty intentions, Luna manipulating guys like fucking puppets! I wish I could just see people for what they really are!" "Mmm, yea, I could do that." She spun around at the sound of the deep, smooth voice behind her but did not see anything. It was odd the bus had not left again already. Maranda looked around and her heart immediately tightened as she noticed time seemed to have stopped entirely- everyone was frozen in place except her! The graffiti tagged on the side of the bus started to writhe, like the body of a snake untangling its coils. The colors distorted as part of it seemed to project out from the side of the bus and a split second later the bus vanished in a blur! Everyone out on the streets and their vehicles vanished instantly, and even the clouds in the sky vanished leaving the entire sky the same shade of blue- no longer darkening at the edges where day slowly fades to night. Where the bus and the graffiti was, is now instead what appears to be a half man, half sheep! His skin dark brown, he stands on hooves and has a tail that is essentially just a sphere of wool over his butt. His head was crowned with gigantic, loosely spiraled horns that were so large it looks like it would be difficult for him to hold his head up. The hair on his head is instead sheep's wool and grows down his neck and onto his torso in a pattern that makes it look like he is wearing a vest of wool- even though he is most certainly naked. His penis hidden in a small sheath of skin over rather unimpressive balls. Because of his rather small and unshapely figure, she would have expected the voice of a boy rather than a honeyed man's voice from this creature. His sklera are black and his iris gold- his pupils were demonic slits but oriented horizontally like the eye of a sheep. His nose is rather flat to his face with a triangular end, which trails the divot to his lips, also giving him a caprine looking face, without actually having a muzzle of any sort. He has four nipples that are shaped like shallow cones as well- a true black against the dark brown of his normal skin. "W-who... what are you?!" He just casually shrugged. "I suppose the closest we have ever had to a title for us is simply the 'Odd Ones'. I am Baph O'met." "Where did everyone go?" "They didn't go anywhere- I just put you onto the same plane of existence I live in, which is outside of the normal flow of time. See... human lives blossom and end in the blink of an eye to beings like me. So from my point of view... I just see a bunch of naked apes fumbling around with the same issues and learning curve over and over again. You each learn the same lessons over and over, even when told the answer by someone before you, you have to learn it all for yourself, so your species progresses at glacial speeds. Rather irritating. But you have had an awful lot of complaints recently, which really rubs me the wrong way." Baph stood up unusually close to her and glared up at her- probably meant to be intimidating but the fact he is only half her height and naked wasn't helping. "W-well, it isn't that I have a lot overall to complain about. But that makes the minor hiccups more annoying." "I don't want to hear it. But today is your lucky day- because I have decided to grant your wish." He lowered his brows at her confusion. "That you could see people's true nature. I will make it so that people's outward appearance now reflects their personality in a way that is easily readable." "Wait- that would cause chaos! If people start changing all of a sudden they are going to freak out!" Baph sighed. "How stupid do you think I am? I know that, human! You are the only one who desired this so you are the only person who is going to be able to see it! Everyone else will think it's perfectly normal, so... try not to react too drastically to it, or you're just going to look like a psychopath to everyone else." "W-wow thank you! I don't have to sign any contracts or anything...? Just, poof, wish granted, magic vision forever?" "Yup." The width of his grin was rather eerie- a foretelling of some horrific unforeseen consequences. Baph seems to have no love for the human race, but Maranda was also not eager to question a being powerful enough to simply do such things at the snap of his fingers. She would deal with whatever hitches arise as they appear- the ability to see a person's true nature at a glance is too powerful a tool to pass on. Since Maranda herself is the point of resonance for this spell; Baph touched her hand with a fingertip and she felt an odd tingle in her body. She briefly saw what looked like glowing threads in the air, in a pulse away from herself. Threads of fate that connect her to other people- using her as the method of connection, his spell is bouncing out to the people she knows. Baph grinned again and took a step back as his entire body seemed to turn to black ash and disintegrate into the wind, and with a blurred motion everyone and all vehicles suddenly re-appeared and the deafening silence was once again utterly destroyed by the cacophony of the big city. Nothing seemed different. She looked around at the people on the streets and passing in cars and they all looked the same? Perhaps it is because she is not interacting with them directly. For now, Maranda went back to her apartment and did her best to get to sleep- though it was difficult with all the thoughts in her head. There was creatures like Baph that could potentially be watching her, and she would never know? And they have magical powers?! He sounded like he was not fond of Maranda and humans in general... so why was he so eager to grant her wish? What was the catch? [u][b][color=cornflowerblue]01 Mr. Nice Gets Knotty[/color][/b][/u] Adam got home rather late that day himself, and a bit dizzy from paint fumes. He wears a mask when painting obviously, but the fumes don't air out instantly- especially in a large garage like that. Probably why everyone's conversations get progressively dumber later in the work day. Adam was never into cars or other stereotypically 'manly' things, but since this job at the garage was primarily art and design, he found a nice position to fit himself into. He was physically tired but his brain was having a hard time turning off that night, so he decided to relieve a bit of tension down below as he scoot his underpants off in the bed and grabbed his stick shift. Adam had fun imagining Marc that Maranda was talking about before- since he never actually seen the guy in person. Big muscles small brain... sounds hot. Adam wouldn't mind a boyfriend like that- he could be the power bottom, the one with the brains leading around his loyal hulk. As Adam fantasied about what the man might look like, he also noted his cock was throbbing in his hand more than usual and assumed it was just sheer arousal since he had not had actual sex in ages. As Adam worked his shaft his pubic hairs started to shorten and change consistency; growing in more dense but with shorter and much softer hair. This continued onto his balls, causing the scrotum to pull up in response to the gentle feeling across them as the layer of fur formed to encase them! Adam groaned long and thrust up in response as his balls hugged to his crotch in a powerful throb and his shaft became so hard it almost hurt for a moment! The blood pressure actually managed to deform the shaft, causing his penis to get longer, but specifically just the portion above his foreskin! His foreskin would not no longer be large enough to encapsulate the head even when fully flaccid. Adam knew something was different, but could not put his finger on it. He glanced at the layer of black fur over his nuts and around the base of the shaft and shrugged it off- it did not occur to him that it isn't supposed to look like that in the first place. Not just the veins but the shaft itself seemed to pulse, growing with subtle but powerful throbs- hard enough to fight the grip of his hand over it. Though the base remained relatively untouched, the shaft was thickening more toward the end, causing the corona of his glans to become less and less steep, because the shaft under it was pushing out to be at the same level as it is. Feeling almost as if he were using a sounding rod- his urethra was unusually stiff as well and started to unusually grow in length separate of the rest of the penis- causing it to actually start to stick out from the head! The foreskin seemed to get pulled down as the shaft expanded more, and the black fur at the base of the shaft started to climb! More shaft grew beyond the foreskin and the skin started to look even more red, revealing thousands of tiny hair-like veins under its surface while the larger veins started to shrink- distributing themselves out. Adam's masturbation had sort-of paused. The feeling of the transformation of his cock was enough to continue his pleasure without him doing anything, and he was no longer entirely sure where to even grab his cock from, so rather than stroke it he just grabbed the base and pulled back hard, holding it there. Letting the pulse of his heart vibrate the cock entirely on its own; pulling against his unmoving grip. He started to feel something stiff under his hand, like a lump forming in his groin. His red cock expanded wide enough to negate the corona of his glans, and then surged forward so much that it practically inverted the entire thing! Like someone popping an umbrella the wrong way, his glans reversed to give his shaft an intended end rather than a bell shaped head! His urethra did not follow it when it popped back, causing it to jut even further forward, yanking the skin of the glans up with it to create a small cone of skin pointing off the end of his shaft! The fur consumed the flesh leading to the end of his foreskin... as it finished turning into a sheath. The skin along the top of it pulled back suddenly as a baculum formed in his cock and the top of the sheath fused to his underside! Fusing to his body pulled it further back and the cock further forward, causing the large bump forming in his groin to suddenly surge up through his grip and pop out the end as a massive canine knot! The knot is so large it cannot return to the sheath till he finishes, but pulls the shaft as far as it can possibly go- extending its length by at least an inch by being out. Adam cannot for the life of him remember masturbating feeling like this before, but it sure felt good. It still did not occur to him that he has the phallus of a completely different species. In spite of having seen the entire thing happen- Adam is unable to tell that he just changed. Now his shaft is entirely what had formerly been in foreskin only- so a bit too tender to simply grab and stroke like a human would. Instead he turned his hand around so his fingers are toward his body; Adam gently ran his palm along the shaft and hooked his index and middle finger around the underside of the knot and gently tugged it away from himself. Very little movement was required to set him off like this. The tugging of the knot simulating the tug he would feel if it were buried in a female dog and tied by the knot being too big to pass back through. Being gay however, he was not fantasizing about any female dogs, but his imagined form of Marc was now also sporting a canine phallus. His nails became charcoal grey and thickened. When he climaxed, he brought his hand around to grab around the entire knot and pulled back as it blasted cum out- the knot especially throbbing hard, because it has the highest concentration of blood pressure in it by default. He grit his teeth from the force of his climax and experienced the unusual feeling of his teeth sliding between one another! His human teeth turned to canine fangs. His nails were starting to push out into blunt claws, but again he was oblivious to the changes. Adam just got up to wash himself off and clean up his mess and then returned to bed to pass out. Orgasm was a quick way to knock yourself out. His shaft became soft and regressed in size a lot faster than the knot, but it too shrank away and allowed the rest to pop back inside. The knot delaying the rest from returning to the sheath gave a convenient window of time to clean it off, so no contaminants enter the sheath. When Adam woke up the next morning he was startled and confused, something felt off but he could not put his paw on it. The sheets were over his head for some reason and he thrashed around trying to knock them off but there was so much of it! He ended up rolling off the bed by accident and taking the sheets with him before he finally scrambled his way out and then stood to swat his alarm and make it shut up. He gawked at the clock for over a minute, embarrassing himself, wondering if he had always been this short, but he supposed he must have been- it's not like people suddenly get shorter overnight. Standing up, his chest is level with the night table, so his head is only a bit over the clock, making him the size of a kid rather than a man. His nails were also now all claws, and pads have developed on the front of his feet and the palms of his hand. He waged a new tail to knock the sheets the rest of the way off himself. The tail is a foot long and covered in black fur identical in length to that of the fur on his head... where hair had been the night before. Adam could not find his underwear among the mess he had made of his bedding so he just got out a new pair... and then another new pair. That was weird; every time he put them on they just fell back off. How did they get stretched so big? None of his underwear even came close to fitting him now! He dashed around his room going through several outfits- he could wear a shirt but only loosely and pants were just too big to stay on at all. None of his clothing fit! How was he supposed to go out without pants?! With a growl he went to the bathroom to get washed and brush his teeth at least. As he was brushing his fangs though, his hands and feet started to stretch out- causing a distance to form between fingers and his thumbs which then forced him to drop the toothbrush! He slammed his pads onto the counter around the sink to steady himself as his feet stretched, causing him to roll his weight to the front of them and his ankles rose off the floor adding a little bit of lost height back to him, but not much. He now had paws instead of feet and hands, but he could not comprehend that. All he knew is he is supposed to be able to brush his teeth, but can't figure out how now. His ears grew long enough to start folding over themselves, the cartilage thinned till his ears flopped over limply. When the fur started to grow on his chest, it grew longer and shaggier than in other places. It grew on the back of his paws and advanced up quickly as Adam staggered out of the bathroom- finding it hard to walk for some reason. Adam had to place his front paws on everything he passed to steady himself, having a very hard time keeping on his feet. He got to his cellphone on a chair by his bedroom door and struggled to use it. His claws stick out off the front of his digits, and the screen isn't made to detect claw-taps. He had to mash the screen with the pads on the underside of his paw, and then it was hard to tell what he was pressing because his paw covered the whole screen! By now the fur was consuming most of his body and starting to roll up his back. He was starting to pant a bit because the fur growth was warming him up fast. Maranda answered the phone quickly- doing her own frantic dash around the house to get ready for work. "What's up?" "Uhm, sorry this is so last-minute but I am having a hell of a morning, can you get yourself to work today?" "Yeaaa. I am a big girl Adam, I can take care of myself if I [b]really[/b] need to. What is happening on your end? Sick?" "No, I just... I dunno, can't seem to do anything right today for some reason. Like, seriously it's like I even forgot how to walk." The fur started to advanced up to his neck, but the phone did not pick up on the dull pops of his vertebrae as the neck stretched a bit longer. "Uuugh, yea. I know those days. Well. Try to keep your chin up, ya? Don't let the bad luck hold you down, you're such a good boy, you don't deserve this. Anyway, I better get going then if I need to catch the bus..." "Alright. Talk to you later!" He ended the call just as the feeling hit the base of his skull and he looked up at the roof as his entire skull started to stretch! His nose became more and more visible and his vision blurred and the color green was deleted from his perception entirely. His tongue lashed around as it stretched bigger in his mouth, rolling out like a carpet through his much longer mouth. His nose lost definition against the rest of his face as it became the top of an expanding muzzle, and the end turned to textured black skin. Adam coughed several times, wondering if he really was coming down with something but then everything felt normal again. Well, normal for a black retriever. Adam has been entirely turned into a dog... but he thinks that is normal. The completion of his transformation caused it to click in his head though- he doesn't need clothing! Dog's don't normally wear clothes. So in spite of his situation, still wearing the very loose human shirt, he plodded out the door to get in his car and continue to his own job as normal. [u][b][color=blueviolet]02 Don't Have A Cow Ma'am[/color][/u][/b] Maranda got to work a bit late- she didn't know she had to take the bus till she had already basically missed the early one. Avelyn the secretary gave her a real sour look as she passed by the boss's office, but Barry was missing from his own desk- not surprising, he likes to wander. Maranda plopped into her office chair so heavily it spun three times from the force before she stopped herself with the toe of her shoe against the power button on the PC tower under her desk. She adjusted the flexible stand of her touch screen monitor before crying out in surprise, when she seen Barry's face reflected on the still powered off screen! "Jesus Christ you scared the piss out of me." Barry burst out laughing. "Sorry about that! I was wondering how far along your work on the team logo is?" She lowered her brows. "I just started yesterday. I couldn't work on it without their reference photos of the new school mascot first. I have a logo drawn up and they greenlit it, so I am just basically tracing my own work today." "Uhh... if you already have the image done...?" Maranda sighed, knowing she must have explained this to him at least once before. "It is a raster image, I need to make it a vector image. Otherwise if they try to resize the image it will look like shit. And since they plan to put it on merchandise as well as signs; they are probably going to be resizing it a lot." "But, technically we could just give them the raster. They asked for a logo- that is a logo." "But that would be shitty. And you are too nice of a person to pull something like that Barry." She turned back around to start working on it. "Mmm, AM I though?" "Yes." Barry grumbled and wandered back to his own office. He is a bit of a joker... well, if dad jokes count as actual jokes. Barry likes to talk with and check in on all the staff... sometimes a bit too much. He can be hard to find sometimes because there is a better chance he is wandering around somewhere in someone else's cubical instead of his own office. His secretary is the exact opposite- a woman with the personality of a calculator. Avelyn is always at her desk, always working, and glares at anyone else who dares to not meet her expectations. Only about ten feet away, hidden behind the walls of her own cubical is Luna. Shimmering raven hair and pale blue eyes like a full moon framed in night. She wears a cable knit sweater which would normally obscure the size of a person's bust, but her floppy melons are so large and round the shirt is stretched around them... and since the material is flexible, it actually wraps around them so well that it makes them look even bigger. She usually wears skirts whenever possible to show off her legs too, but even a disgustingly warm winter is still a bit too cold to do that- so she is wearing fuzzy warm cream colored pants to match the top. She had been rocking back and forth, with her foot against the PC tower to roll in the chair but actually sat up straight because her but kept digging into the chair uncomfortably. Was the cushion on her chair going flat? No, her tail bone is growing out. She grumbled in frustration, wondering why she felt so damn uncomfortable today and rubbed the bumps forming over her temples, very slowly swelling larger. Slowly her sweater put less and less pressure on her chest, and started to just hug her massive tits comfortably- so at least that was easing up. She leaned forward in her chair trying to find a comfortable way to sit, and her still forming tail flicked its way out over her pants taking the chance to un-trap itself. A pleasurable tingle travelled up from her crotch though, making Luna blush and glance behind herself to see if anyone was nearby, but she was alone for now. She slipped a hand under her sweater and pants and rubbed the tender pink skin above and trailing into her crotch- especially on the four fat, shallow nubs of her forming teats. Her hips let out several hollow sounding crunches and pops as it slowly changed shape and started to press out behind her looking rather sharp and wide. Her hips started to hug either arm of the chair! She is wearing low heels, but since her feet were not actually on the floor her shoes popped themselves off rather easily as her feet started to stretch out. It startled her, but she did not try too hard to put them back on before giving up. She was just at her desk- she will deal with her ill-fit shoes later. Only the front toes advanced forward, the pinky and big toe regressed, becoming quickly dominated by a charcoal grey nail expanding into hoof segments of a cloven hooved beast! A nearly inaudible stretching sound could be heard from her skin as it rapidly grew below her clothes and the pink flesh she rubbed started to round out, and occasionally a subdued gurgle could be heard as fatty tissue shoved itself into place. Her breasts started to shrink more, now the sweater fit more normally and her bra was starting to feel loose. Then her bra fell limp below her breasts. She glanced down several times with a tinge of panic, but then just furrowed her brow at her own reaction. Her breasts are not changing size, and even if they did- her udder has always been her best endowment anyway. Her udder was eating the mass of her breasts, but she was unable to understand the fact she is changing, even though she is aware of the changed features. It was not a direct transfer of mass either- a cow udder is already bigger than human breasts... hers was going to become as big on a cow as her breasts were to a human... so [b]huge[/b], even by huge standards. Luna was slowly able to straighten herself a bit more while still sort of leaning forward, because her udder pushed out enough that it squished against the front of the seat and sort of proper her up in that position. Maranda did not want to talk to anyone else in case they started a conversation and distracted her or something, but she was out of spare stylus nubs and hers was dragging on the monitor now- worn down. She wandered over to Luna to ask for a few spares and nearly choked on her own spit when she seen Luna! Luna could not notice anything amiss, but Maranda certainly did! The bumps on her head were large enough cones now that the skin over them was ghostly white from all the blood being pushed out of it from pressure. Her hips are large and starting to look boxy and angular like a cow. Her feet are still clad in socks but you can tell from the shape that they are mostly or entirely transformed into cloven hooves! Luna has a tail behind her as well sticking out from her clothing, but it sort of looks like a large rat tail at the moment because it hasn't grown in the tassel yet, so it's entirely naked. Her breasts are a modest size now, making her sweater look gigantic on her, and instead she has a medicine ball sized mound stuffed half in her pants and half under her sweater. She also had her hand on it under her clothing but quickly yanked it out when Maranda gasped audibly and then partially choked. Luna turned to face her quickly with a bit of a blush, not sure if she seen her rubbing her udder idly at work. "Uh, M-Maranda, hey... what's up?" "Wuh-...?" Maranda scrunched her face up in confusion. Does she seriously not know?! Then Maranda immediately remembered her encounter with Baph! This is her wish!! Luna flaunts her massive endowments around 'like a fucking cow'. Her wish is turning her outwardly into a cow, so that her personality is immediately apparent at a glance! She also now remembered he told her that it would seem normal to everyone else- that includes the person it's happening to apparently. Maranda is the only one who knows Luna is changing. Maranda had thought the effects of the spell would be a bit more... subtle? The way he described it made it sound like it would be some sort of magic-vision that she got, opposed to the person actually physically changing, and just being unaware. Maranda realized that she better make up a reasoning to her reaction now- because she is the one who will seem off in this scenario. "Oh, uh... I forgot what I came over here for, for a second. I needed spare nubs- for my stylus. You... look a bit uncomfortable." Luna grunt and wiggled her hips, but she touched the sides of the chair on both sides so rather than change her position in the chair, she just moved the chair around. "Ugh, yea. This chair feels like it has shrunk suddenly today, it's weird." "Y-yea... I don't know how you fit into it in the first place, they gave you a really small one for some reason." "Well... regular size for a full human, I guess." Oh? So she is aware that she isn't fully human, but unaware that there is anything wrong with that. Whatever form she turns into becomes what is normal for her. Both women were startled by the sound of her pants ripping a bit- which is impressive because they are a pretty flexible material. Luna tried to bend over to look at the damage to her pants but winced and the proto-horns suddenly burst out of her head! The blood had already drained from the place where the horns broke, so there was no bleeding. They are as wide as they are long. She put her hand up in reaction to the feeling but Maranda could tell by the look on her face she could not determine what caused the feeling. She thinks the horns are normal, so she is unable to tell that she just grew them- she thinks they have always been there. Luna tried to scoot herself forward to grab the nubs for the stylus for Maranda, but her arms could not reach! Every time she tried to wheel up to her desk, her udder squished against the edge of the desk and held her back! As if in response it gave a sort of gurgling-squelching sound and grew in a sudden surge! Suddenly you could see the impression of her four teats on the fabric over them and her pants ripped even more! The lower two segments of her udder are caught under the waist of her pants, so it’s the reason her clothing is giving out so quickly! Luna leaned over to lower her chair so she could squeeze the udder under the desk instead of into its edge, but as soon as she did the shift in weight caused the chair to roll out from under her! She hit her head on the edge of the desk, but her horns protected her from being hurt by it. Both women blushed and looked back at the chair- still under Luna's butt in spite of her being forced onto her feet now. Her hips are so wide that her ass is holding the chair up, instead of the other way around! Her breasts are so small now that you cannot see their curvature at all through the bulky sweater, but her udder is still growing- her pants digging into the middle point on it quite hard. A ball of fluff started to grow on the end of her tail and rapidly lengthen into a proper tassel , but only half the hair is black like on her head- the other half is white. Her thighs started to grow forward and back rather than all around, causing them to become more disk shaped, then to large triangular haunches. The chair was starting to look comically tiny on her gigantic rump- but then so was the rest of her own body at this point. Her socks were pulled down as her hooves expanded in width and her legs bulked up- not from fat but her actual bones enlarging. Maranda could not tell if the straining sounds were from her body, clothing, or the chair- the answer is probably all the above. Maranda scrambled over behind her. "Oh uhm... here, let me uh... get this for you." "Thanks... so embarrassing..." Maranda grabbed the chair and tried to pull it off, but the arms on it were made to be somewhat flexible, so they gripped the giant hips making the chair harder to remove. Her actual pelvis was now turning to a V shape, so the two points that jut out from the back are actually hooked under the loop of the chair's arms! Now standing even closer to the changing woman; Maranda can hear the hollow pops and crunching of the shifting bones in her hips. With a loud pop Luna was suddenly forced to bow forward more! Uh oh- her hips and thighs have changed shape so much that it is removing her ability to stand on two legs! Bending forward suddenly also caused her sharp hip bones to yank on her overtaxed pants and shred them! Because they are an elastic material, when her pants ripped straight through, the elastic caused them to spring off and fall to the floor! Now Maranda was treated to the sight of a giant cow butt clad in pink panties that looked like they will explode if you so much as touch them. It looked like Luna was getting several bruises too- but then it occurred to Maranda that it was most likely the skin itself changing color- cow splotches, before she has any fur. Her panties are yanked down in the front to let the udder over them- the only reason they haven't broken yet. The udder sloshed forward, free of the pants and rolled off the front of the chair, since the seat of the chair wasn't even big enough to cover HALF of her ass at this point. Each of the four segments of her udder are the size of a slightly stretched out watermelon- and it was still growing! That is a blue ribbon endowment right there. Her teats flopped around fat and heavy on its underside; each as thick as a human thumb. Marc slowly stood up in his cubical to look at them over the walls with his brow furrowed, wondering what the hell was going on. Both women spoke at the same time, telling him to mind his own business- and like a wack-a-mole he slowly lowered himself back into his cubical. Even he is unable to see anything amiss- her body seems normal to him, the fact she is stuck in her chair and her clothes don't fit is however still weird. "A-ack! Maranda, wait, if you pull too hard you'll yank me over, and I would probably crush you if I sat on you." She waddled forward to grab the edge of her desk. "Here, try n-nah!" The joints between thigh and hip suddenly popped and transformed all the way, yanking her forward again, catching herself only because she had her hands on the desk. She cannot stand on two legs now! The last shift caused her hips to get even wider still and that was all the chair could take! One arm shattered right off the side of the chair and the rest fell to her other side! Her grip on the table started to rapidly loosen though too. Maranda could hear the bones crunching as they changed shape and were drawn together, fusing to form a cannon bone! Her hands are getting longer, her thumb and pinky regressing and staying in relatively the same position as they devolved rapidly into dew claws and the other three became the front two segments. Her middle finger regressed into nothing to feed the two flanking it, and the nails turned charcoal black and bulked up into hoof segments, dominating the digits hosting them. This robbed her hand of any ability to hold anything, so she was just propping herself up precariously, and then once the hoof segments became too big she slipped entirely, because solid keratin cannot grip the table as well as flesh can. Luna held her breath thinking her face was going to get slammed into the desk again, but she stopped just short! Her arms were bulking up as well- causing them to reach the floor before her head hit the table surface! Luna's sweater was once again filled but this time by her expanding torso! Her midriff expanded outward, flattening away the inward curve as finger-thick milk veins bulged out of her travelling from the udder up her underside some ways. Her spine became clearly visible on the surface of her skin as it bulked up and then new vertebrae yanked her body longer! Luna moaned loudly but it ended up coming out as a cow's lowing! Her voice dropped several pitches mid-moo. Her entire body was expanding rapidly! All of her bones clicked and popped softly as they had to re-set at their new sizes several times over. She is now as tall as she used to be standing up- while on all fours! Her udder dug into the front and her tail into the back- her panties finally gave up the ghost and popped off- like her pants, they were slingshot away from her when they burst. Maranda had an unfortunately up-close view that Luna's entire rump was fully changed; large leaf-shaped cow vulva included. The udder is so large now that is like an organic wrecking ball; it's so heavy that it is harder to set into motion, but once it's in motion it is very hard to stop. Luna's former pride- her glorious breasts are long gone now, her nipples fading away into nothing on her rapidly expanding chest. The sweater is flexible and already very large on her, so it actually still fit a cow. Not well- but it does. The transformation sped toward its conclusion as the veins in her neck bulged massively and then the bones of her neck started to pop and lengthen- the sound of them popping echoed up her throat. She lowed again as the bridge of her nose popped loudly and became tremendously wide, and her jaws started to advance forward- distorting her face! Her entire head grew tremendously and stretched into a more triangular shape. Huge nostrils, then a huge tongue, flatter teeth- her top front teeth regressing away entirely; bovine do not have teeth there. Like a shadow across her body, billions of hairs started to sprout in a wave starting from the tassel of her tail and her pubes and spreading across everything- the fur nearly matched the transitioned tone of her skin. Her body is a base white with large black splotches- each splotch is bordered by a rim of blue-grey to transition the two colors. She half-turned to look at Maranda with a bit of dazed confusion. Her face grew so large that her eyes were forced to the side of her head though, blurring her vision temporarily, and then her iris grew in size to almost entirely hide the whites of her eyes. As her head stretched out, her human hair was forced out, falling to the floor as the wave of fur caught up. The top and back of her head was black, and the top of her long face, so a stripe of blue-grey covered the side of her face and the underside of her face and neck are white. Her nose and lips remained neon pink in contrast to everything else- matching only her large pussy and monstrously gigantic udder. Each change overlapped another, so the entire process progressed almost faster than Maranda could even process. In a matter of minutes Luna went from a busty beautiful woman to a huge cow with... impressive endowments. Even on her large bovine legs- her udder is so large that it cannot clear the floor entirely! The very ends of her teats brush the floor under her! Its surface is a web of fat milk veins toward the top, and transitions to smooth soft skin on the later half- the bottom two segments slightly larger than the top two. Each teat is large enough to completely fill a human hand. "W-well... guess that chair couldn't cut it anymore. I don't know how I used it for so long without even noticing..." Maranda was a bit surprised to hear human speech coming from a feral cow- Luna's voice is very deep now but still womanly, and she can still pronounce things just fine. "Y-yea. How can they expect a cow to sit in a human chair? It is almost insulting; hiring a cow but then expecting you to work without any accommodations for your... species." Maranda was shocked by a large metal spear landing in front of her suddenly and almost fell onto her ass, but then was shocked even worse when she looked at where it came from! A giant mechanical spider lurched over them!! The body of the spider is not that large, but its legs are extremely long, allowing it to step over entire cubicals like they were nothing, and came straight for them. The spear is only the end of one of her eight limbs. Its mechanical mandibles shuddered with an agitated hiss. "Property damaaagge..." Maranda recognized that voice- even if it is a synthetic version of it; the secretary!! The spider is Avelyn! Luna unintentionally destroyed a chair- which meant Avelyn needed to file a report for destruction of office property and order a new chair. Her personality was so robotic to begin with that it was hard to tell if it changed to match her new form. Luna flopped back on her giant rump, sitting like a dog. "The chair was way too small! It isn't my fault! I need a special chair, or like... a beanbag chair or something." Avelyn hissed again. "If the old chair was inadequate you should have filed a complaint before its destruction." Maranda was a bit nervous still looking up at a giant robot spider looming over them- but knowing it was Avelyn in there made it a little easier. "Just talk to Barry about it, I am sure it is not that big of a deal." "Mr. MacGuire is... indisposed at the moment." Maranda glanced past Avelyn and seen Barry's silhouette through the textured glass walls of his office... as he grew larger and larger, hunched over his desk and then being forced to stand as his own chair became far too small. Oh geeze... so this is Maranda's life now? She works with literal animals? Although their minds don't seem to be affected- their bodies now reflected their minds instead of the other way around. This is technically what she wished for... just, not how she expected it to be executed. Maranda had to admit it was more than a little amusing seeing Luna reduced to a big cow. She was so full of herself before- now she is sitting on the floor confused and too big to actually use her own desk. Hah. Serves her right- she has always been flaunting her udders, but now they really are the tits of a cow! Maranda was snapped out of her inner monologue as Luna offers her the nubs she asked for- using her lips, since she no longer had hands! She picked them up with her mouth. "O-oh.... thanks, Luna." She was a bit dazed for a moment in her spinning thoughts. "Uh, I hope they get you set up properly and all that. I better get back to my work." "Yea... talk to you after." [u][b][color=darkolivegreen]03 Self-Service[/color][/u][/b] Maranda returned to her own desk but absolutely could not get her thoughts straight to work at all. Everyone was turning into animals! What was Barry becoming?! Would everyone she encounters turn into animals? No, that cannot be it, because she remembers seeing lots of people on the way to work, and lots of people on the streets the night before- immediately after Baph granted her wish- and they did not change. The changes did not seem to happen in the blink of an eye either though- so it could just be a delayed reaction. Maranda's face slowly turned red and she started tapping her stylus on the desk rapidly as she started to wonder... what the hell is Marc going to turn into? Big, dumb, handsome... are those traits just going to get even worse? Wait- he is probably going to be naked! Unless he turns into something that is also human sized- he is either going to break out of his clothing or fall out of them- either way, now is her chance to see him in the nude, no strings attached. She turned the corner of his cubical but was disappointed to see he is still entirely human. He seen her coming from the corner of his eye and turned in his chair. "Hey~ what's up? What the heck was happening over there with Luna? Her chair looks like it exploded. And was she... wearing human clothes?" "Well, can't blame a... uh, cow for wanting to act a little more human, in a human office place, right? Probably just wanted to fit in." "So... what... did you need?" Oh right, she needs an actual reason to be here. "I was really stumped... one of those low inspiration days, y'know. Uh... can I like, just watch you work for a bit? Maybe give myself some ideas from watching you." "Oh, uh, sure. Never turn down good company, heh." He scoot his chair over a bit so she could pull up a chair from one of the empty desks. Maranda knew it wouldn't take much convincing to get him to play along. He is sort of flirty with Maranda, but he is also sort of flirty with... everyone, all the time. As far as she knows, she is the only one in the office he ever actually tried to ask out, but he is always trying to wedge himself into conversations that don't involve him. He tries to act all macho and like he is good at or knows about things even though it is pretty obvious he doesn't. He has neatly combed back dark brown hair and matching eyes. You can tell at a glance he works out often, and his body language screams big ego, small brain. He is about as difficult to read as a children's picture book. Maranda immediately glanced at him as he tried to adjust himself in the chair and wobbled more than intended- almost falling over! When he lifted up his butt on one side his butt cheek inflated in size, almost toppling him over. When he put weight back onto it, the other cheek inflated to match it again! His butt wobbled under him like a cushion of Jell-O a moment but then the subtle sound of stretching tissue could be heard and suddenly the mass hardened! Muscle, not fat. His tail bone started to project, and thanks to his now much larger muscular butt his pants did not fit as well as a moment before, and his proto-tail was exposed in a gap in the back. The muscles in his legs involuntarily flexed, lifting him a bit in his seat and causing him to lift his feet up and place them on the wheels below the chair instead of the floor. Maranda's eyes also immediately locked onto a massive bulge as she was examining the changes to his legs! A clearly visible bulge formed in the crotch of his jeans, which caused him to shuffle his posture back a bit to lean his crotch forward to try and give it move space. Seems his [i]big-dick energy[/i] was finally translating. There was a moment where they both blushed- the bulge in his pants grew still bigger and he was about to reach down to undo the button on his jeans but then glanced at Maranda and she had to quickly glance away and then he immediately remembered that would be a bad idea. Jeans are not a forgiving material, and his package was outgrowing its prison, but he could not just flop it out in an office place- especially with Maranda practically right beside him! The sound of stretching tissue was louder from Marc's body than from Luna, because his expansion is so muscle-heavy, so there is less padding over it to muffle the sound. His entire body was getting bigger, and even more muscular than it already was! His white shirt started to lift up exposing his midriff and his abs are already so tight you could wedge a pencil between them without it falling back out! Even more delicious though; his crotch is increasingly veiny toward his crotch. The fat throbbing veins pinched tightly between the surface tissue and bulging muscle below. His sleeves were now too small on him and only went halfway down his forearms, and the muscles of his arms are so bulbous it looks like the seams are ready to burst around them. Marc groaned and leaned forward a bit, scooting forward on the seat more so his package was actually not sitting directly on the chair. As he leaned forward the rock hard veins in his neck throbbed and his entire neck started to thicken with muscle, turning his face red a bit from increased blood pressure as his heart grew in size in his chest, and then his neck stretched longer! Unexpectedly his hair started to very slowly, but visibly get longer, and it became increasingly wavy as it grew out. Once his neck got longer, his hairline in the back suddenly dipped and advanced its way down the back of his neck! He's growing a mane! Oh of course that is what he would turn into! Marc is a stud! He is turning into a horse! Maranda looked at him rather timidly. "D-do you work out Marc?" "Oh yea, does it show? Haha." "Oh, let's see you flex." Of course Marc did it without even thinking, but Maranda knew full well what she was doing. He turned and flexed his muscles but the moment he did his shirt absolutely exploded! His pecs tore it in the front and his biceps tore it at the arms at the same time, so all the rips met in the middle and the entire shirt blew off! Maranda was immediately greeted with pectoral muscles so big they equaled her breasts in size. The muscles down his entire torso are so bulbous that you can easily count them on the surface! Horses weigh an average of 300 pounds and are almost entirely muscle- his are still trapped in a human frame. His face went beet red. "Oh gosh! I am so sorry...I didn't mean... I... I guess I shouldn't have tried fitting into a shirt that small in the first place, haha. I need to update my wardrobe." "O-oh, it's fine..." Her own face is neon red, but for different reasons. She never accepted Marc's date offer because he is just one of those muscle head, people-pleaser types, she would have nothing in common to talk to him about, buuut, she isn't against watching that body of his. He is hot, she was always quick to admit that much. It started to sound like Marc was breathing harder, but she noted his nostrils had increased in size and the entire bridge of his nose is larger- making it sound louder. His lungs are likely starting to expand as well to feed all those muscles. He kept shifting in his chair- trying to find a position that was comfortable but that no longer existed. Marc is also trying to be as subtle as possible about it since Maranda was right there- but it was impossible at this point. His jeans started to groan with the pain of strained fabric. Shifting his seating flexed his growing leg muscles enough that the seams on the sides of his pants popped with a dry sound. He glanced at Maranda to see if she noticed that, but she quickly glanced at his monitor to pretend she didn't. More distressing than that though; there was a dull metal pop every few seconds as another tooth of the zipper on his pants was forced apart! The bulge in his crotch is growing so tremendous that it is forcing his zipper open entirely on its own! Inside his pants his balls are churning in their scrotum, taking turns growing till the scrotum pulls smooth and then the scrotum catches up. With each small surge in size and weight they turn darker, from peach to dull red, to violet, to purple, and finally matte black. The sparse hair that was on his scrotum when it was human fell out leaving only a fine nearly undetectable peach-fuzz around the now softball sized orbs. His balls alone took up all of the space in his underpants, forcing them down as far as they could go with his pants over them still in the way. So it was his bare dick versus the zipper of his jeans. His foreskin thickened tremendously, taking the same color evolution as his now equine scrotum. It swallowed his dick but then it surged in size itself and lurched back out. It felt like he was getting an erection but his penis did not get any harder at all, and the feeling did not stop. The rapid blood flow into his cock was entirely to fuel the growth itself; none left over to actually erect the beast. Which is good for Marc, because if he was erect his pants would already be long gone. It was basically more and more malleable, soft folds of flesh ballooning out. What had formerly been the end of his foreskin puffed up at the edges and became what is now merely a medial ring- a point where the shaft can fold back in on itself, so essentially the same function as a foreskin just... a lot further down the shaft, and also the pooling skin at the base formed yet another point for it to telescope into itself as a sheath. In this out but not erect state- his penis is thicker than a beer can, and folded over itself against the confines of the pants. As soon as the zipper was being forced down, soft, darkening flesh started to billow out of the gap, so the best Marc could do is glance at Maranda hoping she did not notice this going on. He cannot try to reach down and fix it, because not only would that definitely call her attention to his crotch; his skin is forcing its way out; if he tries to close the zipper he will absolutely catch his dick in the zipper's teeth. His tail flicked randomly on its own as the muscle expanded into its base. As expected for an equine tail, the body of it did not grow too far out before hairs started to sprout from its end. Marc stretched his back a bit, surprising them both when his spine popped and actually stretched longer! When his body started to get longer- his muscle definition started to fade. The muscles were still there, but they were just less visible as his torso barreled out in shape! Now with enough room his muscle structure was assuming an equine form. His shoes popped off on their own as his feet rapidly lengthened. The snapping and cracking sounds from the bones in his feet sounded painful but they must not be, because Marc did not seem to notice it happening at all. He did not even notice his shoes fall off- he was already using every brain cell he had to make it look like he was working on his computer while also having an internalized panic attack over his growing cock. Unlike Luna's feet, his digits did not devolve separately of one another, because a horse does not have cloven hooves. Instead, his middle toe grew tremendously in size and basically absorbed all of the others into itself to form the cannon bone, and one single, giant toe and hoof. This knocked his shoes off and grew so much larger that his socks were pulled down on their own from a lack of space, so they only covered his hoof and none of his actual skin. Marc paused his work a moment feeling a shifting in his arms and his hand trembled a moment before his middle finger started to grow on either hand, making it obviously hard to hold his stylus. "Uh... hmm. Something about my stylus feels off today. Like... how the weight sits in my hand. It's weird." "Oh yea? Hmm." Her eyes were locked on his crotch the entire time. He squeezed his thighs together in a sudden panic reaction as he felt the zipper get shoved down far enough that his cock sprang up out of his pants! His cock is so large that it cannot even fully pop out of his open fly! The bottom is stuffed between his nuts in his cramped underpants but the top is caught above the fly, so only the middle portion of his dick is bloating out of the opening in a fat arch! Enough of a glimpse for Maranda to see the black coloration ended at the medial ring- it became mottled in the middle and then a neon pink beyond that. "Aah- I- uh I- I need to go to the bathroom real quick, alright?" "O-oh... okay." Maranda could not hide the disappointment in her voice. Oh, so the stallion knows modesty? She caught Luna transforming the whole way, but Marc dashed to the bathroom to finish his in privacy. Grr. Well... horses don't wear pants, and he has to come out of the bathroom eventually. On his way to the bathroom Marc stumbled a bit- his hips popped and his muscular ass grew even bigger, tearing through the already large rips in the sides of his jeans and demolishing them entirely- he had to grab them and hold the remains to his crotch like a towel as he ran the rest of the way to the bathroom, sort of speed-hobbling. His legs and hips were shifting so far now that it was getting hard to walk on two legs. Avelyn caught a glimpse of him running past and just narrowed all eight of her eyes, trying to calculate reasoning for a horse to be trying to wear human clothing in the first place. He just tossed the pants to the garbage can in the bathroom, honestly not even remembering why he owned them- they would never fit properly in the first place. His cock still was not erect, but it was not in his sheath either, so its tremendous weight made itself known as the soft meat flopped around in the open air. His hooves now fully formed, his socks rubbed off on the carpet on the way to the bathroom since they fit so poorly, so his hooves on the tile floor sounded like someone banging two halves of a coconut together. Marc is hunched over like he was trying to pick something up and threw out his back- but this was as straight as his current bone structure allowed. He only needed to nudge his underwear with his deforming hands to get them to slide off- his balls were shoving them down with enough pressure already in the middle, completely filling his underwear entirely on their own. Each testicle was the size of an ostrich egg- not only was he turning into a stallion, he is a rather large breed at that. His cock dangles in a lazy arch but is still long enough to reach his knees- and is as thick as a beer can. The head of the shaft still looks human but is starting to deform now- the urethra starting to stick out a bit and the area immediately around it starting to sink in to make it stand out even more. It STILL felt like he was continuously getting an erection as his growing heart just kelp feeding it more and more. He went over to the mirror to look at himself and try to figure out what was wrong with him, but obviously he was unable to tell. His ears are becoming leaf shaped now and his teeth are growing in size, forcing his jaws to expand slowly to fit them all, but he was mentally incapable of knowing there was anything wrong with that. He groaned loudly and it transitioned almost into a whiney as he threw his head back and his neck and back both grew a little bit longer still- this made him too long for his body to be able to stand upright properly, and so his hips finished their own transformation and locked him suddenly into an all-fours position! Marc caught himself on the edge of the sink with his deforming hands- his middle finger now gigantic and the others smaller and squeezed into the side of it. His nail now giant and charcoal grey as it turns fully into a hoof. His pupils stretch into rectangles and he became blind to the color red, and greens became desaturated. His vision then blurred entirely as his face started to shove out from the rest of his skull so steeply that his eyes were forced to the side of his head! The cracking sound of the shifting bone was incredibly loud from inside of his own head, but since he was incapable of understanding that he is transforming- he is also unable to identify the sound, or react to it; even though he still hears it. His cock finally starts to bob with more aggression- swinging back down a little less every time. It became a little bit thinner but not by much, as it became much longer. Even on his [b]much[/b] longer torso, his cock advanced past his stomach, to his ribs, and past his ribs! Even by horse standards he is huge! Fur quickly spread from the base of his mane and tail, his crotch, and from patches that formed on his shins, forearms, and chest. Unlike his hair though- his fur grew in with a pale sandy brown, not a dark brown. When it got to his face it formed a white stripe leading to a white patch over the entire end of his forming muzzle. The fur also faded to white at the very end of his limbs and billowed out into long fetlocks that dragged on the floor! He is no race horse, he is a giant Clydesdale- at the very least 500 pounds of muscle bulk. Marc lifted one front hoof and pawed at the air toward his bobbing cock. It is so long and large that the beat of his heart could be seen in its erratic twitching- the shaft bobbing this way and that, drooling pre which unintentionally drew glossy lines all over the floor under him following the pattern of his cock's dance. He wanted to touch it, he needed to masturbate but he doesn't have hands! He is so horny! He cannot go out like this, with his cock wobbling all over the damn place for Maranda to see! But... how does he masturbate without hands? He also cannot masturbate like a horse. Normally a horse uses the muscles in the base of its cock to bounce the head off its underside... but his is so tremendously huge that the head is slightly past his FRONT legs- which means the head cannot hit his underside; it's too long! Or... just long enough. He lowered his head, and could smell the hot salty musk off the surface of the cock. His face is fully horse now- long and well defined; even a few veins visible on his face since his heart is pounding so hard from the changes. He used his dexterous lips to grab at the head of his penis. From the touch, the glans immediately started to swell with blood pressure, deforming the last of its human shape as it flared out to the sides to become more dish-shaped, but retained the soft-cleft dome front, just, stretched out. Marc pushed himself up off the sink with his front hooves so he could better reach his cock. He managed to push his head far enough down that his lips popped over the very broad head and his urethra nudged the end of his large tongue. Too distracted from the feelings, he lost his balance in his awkward pose and could not stand upright on his own, so the moment he slipped off the sink he fell on his ass! The impact forced his entire body to bend over a bit more, which unintentionally shoved his cock deep into his mouth, slamming back through his very long muzzles and bopped the back of his throat! Without taking it out of his mouth, Marc just flopped over onto his side, grunting from the impact while continuing to suck on his giant member. His balls clenched over and over to his groin and swelled even a bit larger. His size was right for a Clydesdale but his genitals were not- this was above and beyond any normal horse of any breed. Just like Luna's udder is obscenely big, to the point where she can barely walk because of it pressing into the insides of both her rear legs. And Avelyn did not turn into a spider- she turned into a robot spider. It seems the effects of Baph's magic do not limit people to the forms of [b]normal[/b] animals. Marc pressed his head to the wall to keep it bent as far as possible while he thrust his hips up to shove more cock into his mouth, staring down his own shaft at his massive orbs doing push-ups in his scrotum. His sheath alone is so plush and meaty you could fit an entire fire extinguisher in it when his cock isn't out. His urethra pulsed with stiffness; its bulge visible on the surface of the shaft throbbing with his pleasure, delivering gobs of salty precum to wet his taste buds. With every thrust it became harder to move his cock- the head flared larger and harder, gipping and dragging along the insides of his mouth. The edge became bumpy as it flared fully- so wide that the last tenth of his shaft was also forced wider into a cone-shape to keep up with the head! He grunt several time, jetting massive gusts of hot air out of his nostrils as his cock vibrated several times before finally exploding! He quickly swallowed all the jets of his own hot cum- afraid of letting any get anywhere in the bathroom. It has a very distinctive smell and without hands he would not be able to clean it up properly, so someone would definitely find out what he did. It remained locked in his mouth for a few moments- stuck in place from the girth of the flare before it softened enough to slide back out. It swung heavily back between his legs, getting fatter and shorter as the folds of plush skin stuffed themselves back into the sheath, fattening it up in the process. Once he was finally fully packed away, he was able to return to Maranda, making up excuses as to what took him so long. His breath still smelled like cum, and unlike everyone else Maranda knew he transformed, so it did not take her long to see through his lies. Staring at the ebon nuts and sheath, she wanted so badly to touch that hot, smooth skin. Maranda bet it felt sooo soft and squishy. But, even now that he is a horse, it would definitely still be weird to just touch his junk out of the blue. Maranda returned to her own desk eventually, and as the day progressed, she did notice some other people with a few animal features in the office but she tried to subtly watch them for a bit and they did not seem to change any further. There was also people in the office who were entirely human. So how come some people seemed to be immune? She also tried her best to make excuses to walk past Luna and Marc again, going to the coffee machine or water cooler or bathroom to pass them and checkup. Luna actually managed to get work done by wedging her stylus between the front two segments of her hoof. She had nothing to sit on yet so she was just on the floor; but she is so much larger now as a cow that she could still reach her screen easily from there. Marc ended up using his mouth- since equine have loose, dexterous lips he was able to use the stylus from his mouth and ignore his front limbs entirely. Even sitting on the floor Marc was a bit tall for his screen, but they are on multi-jointed stands so he just adjusted his to be further out and tilted it up toward his long face. Maranda has never seen a cow or horse sit on its butt like that before, so even just that was weird on its own. Seeing Avelyn dash over to someone's desk to ask them to fill something out was terrifying. She is able to completely ignore the layout of the office and her long mechanical spider limbs reach across cubicals, stepping over people's heads to walk directly to her target. This is not at all what Maranda was expecting to come of her wish, but it certainly is fascinating to watch! [u][b][color=lightpink]04 Diminutive Apprentice[/color][/b][/u] Maranda was on her way back from the bathroom, taking the long way around so she passes behind Marc again to check on the stud, but as soon as she turned the corner she gasped and almost fell over backwards at the sight of a giant bear! The golden furred bear stood up onto its hind legs, standing so tall that the back of his head rest against the roof. "Oh, sorry again. I don't mean to sneak up on you, I swear." "B-b-Barry?!" "Yea?" He tilted his head. The only bit of clothing he is still wearing is his glasses which now look comically tiny on his bear muzzle. The fur around his muzzle is greyer than golden- the discoloration matching his former facial hair as a human. He is still sort-of wearing a shirt, but it's in two halves draped from around either shoulder, the rest of his outfit must have exploded off. Barry cannot even stand entirely straight because his head would pop through the cheap tile roof. He had no trouble keeping his balance on two legs unlike the other animals, but still dropped onto all fours to walk around- which is how he managed to remain unintentionally hidden from Maranda in spite of being so huge. "W-what, uh... what did you need?" "Oh, I was just wondering how Holly's training is going? I know she is sort of your apprentice. She was doing a proof of concept yesterday; does she have anything presentable yet or...?" Oh gosh! Maranda forgot her little apprentice entirely! She has been so fascinated with what people have been turned into that she entirely forgot Holly and hasn't even checked in with her yet today, and the day is already over half over! OH NO. Has Holly been turned into something?! Maranda still does not understand what determines who changes and who doesn't; the people she was annoyed with all turned, but there is nothing saying the people she actually enjoys haven't changed too. She likes Barry as a boss after all- though he does annoy her a little from time to time with how often he checks in on things personally. "Ah, s-shoot I was so concentrated on trying to get out of my own work slump that I haven't had the time to check in with her- I will go check on her now." "Haha, it is fine. I would have asked her directly but you seemed to have been keeping tabs on her and I don't want to intimidate the new kid, right? Don't want to seem over-bear-ing, aa-haha!" It is still bizarre to hear them make direct reference to the animals they have become, while at the same time acting like everything is as it should be. Maranda dashed through the office- Holly is new so she ended up getting stuck toward the very back because it was one of the only offices not already occupied. Because of the nature of their work; it isn't that big of a deal to work from home, so while there was many empty desks currently- they DO belong to someone still working. Maranda found Holly sitting at her desk and sighed in relief; the petite woman was working as normal. Holly insisted that she was fine on her own, but Maranda made sure to stay to help her out. She wouldn't interfere with Holly's work- of course- she just wanted to stick around and observe in case there was any advice she could offer, or in case Holly did end up having any questions. Besides, this far back in the office; they were relatively safe from Avelyn walking over them to get to someone else. Holly has orange-brown hair that is long and full of large curls. She has no real curves to speak of- her bust only a B cup. She has an adorable face though- naturally long lashes and very plump lips to frame her small mouth. She wears thin framed round glasses that are absolutely huge on her face. Though she was a complete noob with the software when she first arrived at the office; her talent for digital art was very apparent. Especially the way she could just sketch up a pair of hands without using reference. Maranda was about to mention how she was slouching in her chair and that would hurt her back- she held her tongue as she realized Holly was actually still sitting up straight! She is shrinking! Maranda also isn't one to talk about posture- she has the posture of a shrimp when she is working. Maranda wanted to warn her or try to help her but there wasn't anything she could do to fix this- and worse- Holly would not even be aware it is happening in the first place. Maranda will just look like she is crazy if she reacts to the changes at all. Holly's transformation seemed more subtle and fluent than the others. Rather than reshaping abruptly from one body shape to the other, some parts of her body did not shrink at the same rate as the others- causing the animal features to sort of rise out of her as she diminished. The most obvious was her ears- becoming larger and rounder in comparison to the rest of her. Her already too-big glasses were now gigantic! Her clothing became loose as Holly sunk into her seat. Her feet no longer reach the floor, and then her shoes fell free of her feet entirely on their own, followed by her socks as she shrank still further. Her nails became thicker and pointed, then compressed in a bit horizontally to make them narrower, turning them into tiny claws. Bubbles of fat formed on the inside of her hands and underside of her feet, and her toes seemed to lengthen! The smaller she became the longer a tail grew behind her, at first being trapped in a pant leg but then as she continued to get smaller it lashed out behind her; easily freeing itself from the ill-fit clothing. She looked like she was just wearing a poorly fit outfit, but then it started to look like a child wearing adult clothing, and still she shrank. Her bodily proportions started to shift, her stomach sticking out more and then her chest, causing her breasts to seem to shrink away into nothing- though they were still present, just not outwardly. A second set of nipples appeared below her first, then another, then another. The areola on the top set faded away but the nipples remained- the other sets never had areola to begin with, and all four sets are neon pink. Holly squirmed from the sensation of the multitude of nipples forming and wanted to touch them, but could not with Maranda standing directly behind her chair. She was practically swimming in her own clothing at this point- she had to keep pulling her sleeves back so her arms could reach beyond them. Her pubic hair turned to fur and started to spread out consuming the end of her tail and racing down. Fur sprout from her upper back as well and started to creep across her increasingly round torso as it lost more and more of its human shape! Smaller and smaller- Holly could no longer reach her desk! The arms of the chair were against the desk and she still could not reach it, and her sleeves were so giant she could not roll them high enough to get her arms out the ends! She hunched forward to keep her shirt from simply falling off her- the collar now so big that it could fit over both shoulders at the same time! Her glasses fell from her face, now so huge each lens was as big as her face. Holly making very long exhales as her lungs became increasingly tiny- reducing the amount of air that could fit in them. Her ears are now perfectly round, thin, and neon pink. Her hands and feet are also pink- and the advance of fur seemed to ignore them. Her top front teeth did not shrink as fast as the rest, causing them to overgrow her mouth a bit, and then a lot! Whiskers caused her face to flinch as they popped out and grew. Her nose and lips turned neon pink and as her head shrunk its shape started to deform- pulling her face out into a muzzle. Holly's forced exhales were now joined with tiny squeaks of desperation. She did not understand why her clothes did not fit! Maranda is right there! She should be able to reach her computer... if she doesn't; Maranda is going to think she cannot do her job properly! She can do it fine it's just that... well, she doesn't know. She doesn't know why she can't do it right now- she was doing fine just a few minutes earlier. The fur advanced over the backs of her ears only, and with a much thinner coating- and made it only just past the wrist on the backs of her hands and no further. It started to consume her deforming head though and her beautiful hair started to fall out to make way! By now she is so tiny that she has to crane her neck up to even look at the edge of the desk- her monitor is not even visible to her! She became so tiny that she lost herself in the folds of her own clothing and scrambled to find the opening to pop her head back out! By the time Holly emerged from her clothing pooled on the chair; she had fully transformed into a tiny field mouse- though her fur color still matched her former hair color. Maranda thought her speech had been reduced to nothing but squeaks but that wouldn't make sense; all the others can still talk fine. Maranda had to lower her head down to Holly to be able to tell what she was saying! Her voice shrank with the rest of her, so it is extremely tiny and impossible to hear without being very close to her. Holly had Maranda help her up onto her desk and bring her monitor down. Holly's glasses needed to be placed on the desk in front of her so she could look up and through the lenses- her entire body is smaller than a single lens so there is no way she could actually put the glasses on- but still needed them to see! She grabbed the stylus with both her tiny hands and resumed work as normal- though a bit sloppier and slower now that she is forced to use both hands just to hold the giant stylus. She did not even acknowledge or question her own discarded clothing in fear of looking like a confused dimwit in front of Maranda. Why would a mouse even own clothing so big? Maranda on the other hand was now lost in thoughts and not actually paying attention to what Holly was working on. Her little apprentice was now EXTRA little. Though, she supposed the form is fitting- Holly is rather mousy. Maranda felt bad for the little thing, trying so hard to work as usual but clearly ill-fit for a human job. Holly did not seem upset by it though because she was unable to understand that anything changed- she is just determined to make it work. Maranda was able to use that as solace; no one affected by this would think it's punishing even if it is, because they think it's normal. Whatever grief they have to put up with because of these transformations is considered normal to them, so they are incapable of fretting over it. Even by the end of the day, Maranda had a dazed look on her face, barely able to comprehend what was going on around her. The giant, long legs of Avelyn swinging around as she attempts to do ten things at once at her desk- Barry accidentally breaking furniture or snapping his door off its hinges because he doesn't know his own strength. Luna actually asked if Maranda could MILK her at one point- Maranda of course refused... and also found it weird she did not appear to ask anyone else. If she really needed to be milked, why did she only ask Maranda? Marc probably would have jumped over the walls of his cubical to get the chance to milk her, but Luna never asked him. Every time Marc stood up to do something else, Maranda immediately gawked at him, because he can't wear pants now, so those huge ebon globes between his legs flop about in the open whenever he stands. She had to make sure to run over and help Holly again at the end of the day- afraid she might hurt herself trying to get down from her desk, and then afraid of someone stepping on her by accident, and then afraid of her getting hurt on the way home. Oh gosh, how is a mouse supposed to survive in a human world?! Holly insisted she was fine though, and eventually scurried out of Maranda's control. As fun as some of this was... she wanted to find Baph again on the ride home to try to fix all this. Not necessarily recall her wish just... change how the effects are implemented. Barry held out a giant bear-paw to stop her on the way out. "Hey, you be careful on the ride home. Do you take the subway or bus?" "Bus- there are no subway stations close enough to here to be worth it." He nodded. "Yea, I heard on the news today someone left a giant dick on the bus yesterday, and they're still trying to figure out who it belonged to. What a thing to leave on a bus, right?" "A...a dick? Like..." She motioned to her crotch. "Like a disembodied cock?" "Yea- a huge one. Honestly I don't even know how something like that works... like, it has no body and just... exists on its own? Anyway- weird things happening lately, just watch yourself, okay?" "Alright..." Holy shit. The old man who tried to feel her up on the bus yesterday! He turned into a literal giant dick! She would have liked to see that! Or... the aftermath anyway. As fitting as that punishment is... how does a giant disembodied cock even sustain itself? On the bus ride home, there was also a tortoise sitting toward the front that she stared at the entire time. It was withdrawn into its shell. It took her the entire ride home to realize that is where an old lady and her stroller always are! She turned into a tortoise! But most of the people on the bus are perfectly human. A good number of people seem to be unaffected by her wish. So then what is the criteria for its effects? She got off the bus and turned to look at the graffiti on the side to re-create her encounter the other day and noticed there was none! The bus is clean! It is the same bus as the day before but the graffiti is gone. She called for Baph, but there was no answer. Uh oh. It is not like she has Baph's phone number... how is she supposed to contact him in case something goes horribly wrong? She needs to modify her wish but has no way of doing so without being able to find Baph first. [u][b][color=cyan]05 What Goes Around...[/color][/b][/u] Maranda had dinner and tried to settle down that night, but her mind was still racing with so many questions and still trying to comprehend all that she had seen. She randomly flipped through television stations, not really looking for anything specific- she was trying to see if anyone on TV was now replaced by an animal. She did eventually stop when she seen the report on the giant dick- and they even showed video of it on TV! Like it was perfectly normal! They treated the report like it was someone's lost dog, but there is this giant veiny human cock leaned in a seat on the bus, with glans as big as a human head; the old man's clothing stretched around the base of the shaft. Oh yea, perfectly normal. As frightening as the concept was... seeing a dick that big was sort of hot. And the fact that he got that form as punishment for what he tried to do to her was a bit of a turn on too. And then Maranda got to thinking about seeing Marc's giant meat log today... or, most of it anyway. If only he had not dashed to the bathroom. Now she wondered if riding him would be normal? Like, he is normally a horse now, and she is still human, so would riding him be considered weird or normal? Would he still hit on her now that he was a horse? He is a different species now so that wouldn't make sense... would it? Maranda squirmed a bit in her seat feeling a bit aroused. She decided to go to bed early, and slipped her panties down as she got into bed and gently touched herself. Ooh, she really is aroused- she feels so sensitive down there. Maranda supposed it was a long time since she had a boyfriend. And she had witnessed some wild things today. Her face heated up as she started to roll her finger just above her clit faster and faster. Her whole body started to feel hot, her pussy felt almost... hungry. It needed something in it to scratch that deep itch. Her hand rolled over her clit and stuffed two fingers into her passage, then three, then four! She rolled the ball of her thumb over her clit while penetrating herself with all four fingers. She dug in so aggressively, pawing at herself. It felt like scratching an itch but it did not fade away when she scratched, it just made her more desperate to knead it. She became so wet. It felt like she was burning up internally and her eyes did not even focus on anything- becoming almost frenzied. Her pussy lips swelled up and inward, squeezing her fingers with thick but plush folds of skin. Pink started to fade to orange-ish and then brown skin, then dark brown, then nearly but not quite black! Her vaginal passage actually lengthened a bit, projecting out from her and her labia inflated like balloons to project even further out from her! The vaginal muscles clenched hard, sputtering hot pussy juice out from around her hand as her entire vulva scrunched up, getting yanked closer to her anus! Of course- the vaginal passage runs along the anus already; it can't get any closer, so by being shoved closer it causes the rest of it to squish together. Instead of a long slit the bottom was squished against her anus for lack of room and deformed her labia into the shape of an extremely plush triangle... a canine vulva. Maranda was too frenzied by the heat and desperate to get off that she did not notice her change at all. Her pleasure was hitting electrical highs like she was having a climax but she never went over the edge- it just kept going, making her more desperate to go over, but it wasn't happening. Now her transformed vulva squished in and stretched out with her fingers. If she pressed her fingers into the sides as she pulled out- her vulva yanked out along with it and stretched a good inch and a half out from her before snapping back into place! Against her palm still on the outside, it felt sort of like a large squishy stress-ball; very rubbery and soft... and incredibly hot like the rest of her body. Maranda used one hand to swat around wildly under her bed to grab her dildo without actually looking away, practically threw it onto the bed and then without even sitting up, kicked it with her heel up into her pussy! As soon as it penetrated deeper into her than her fingers could, she shuddered. She cupped her hand over it and rolled it around, shoving it lightly in over and over and each time she shuddered in a small orgasm, over and over. She could still feel a building in her though. Two near-black dots formed over her crotch- the skin then stiffening as it compressed inward and then started to project out into two small dark brown bumps. All the manipulation of the flesh down there also caused her anus to puff up, swelling outward and darkening to a near-black shade of brown to match her labia, but swelled out almost as much! That is no canine feature- that is an equine anus. Finally Maranda's small orgasms increased in speed and peaked into one huge climax! The heat finally let up and her legs shook for a good minute after; her pussy kept clenching and twitching along with them. "Wh... wuh...wuhat, what was...?" She looked down at herself and quickly scrambled into an upright position to get a better look! Well that was definitely not how it's supposed to look! "Wait what the fuck? The wish affects me too?! Wait- what the hell part of my personality makes me a dog??" From her angle she could not see her anus to know that she got more than just a dog trait. Was she going to turn into a dog now? The wish was supposed to allow her to see a person's personality- turning the person into an animal to represent that already seems a bit extreme, but it particularly seems pointless when it's doing it to her own body. Maranda knows what her own personality is, defeating the purpose of changing her in the first place. No one else notices that anything is different, so it's not like they can see her personality outwardly now- they are literally incapable of understanding that. It also seems rather lopsided in its functionality too; no one but Maranda knows anything is off, so they cannot be negatively impacted by their changes... at least, emotionally. Maranda however can. She knows something changed- so when she changes it is going to fuck up her life in ways she can absolutely still understand. She does not want to have to hold her stylus in her mouth like Marc in order to do her job! If she turns into a dog, no man will ever want to go out with her again- dogs will! She doesn't want to fuck a dog! I mean, she has never fucked a dog before so maybe... well. no! Maranda quickly looked herself over for other changes- unable to see her anus, she figured her pussy was the only alteration so far. The changes did not seem to be progressing, so she relaxed a bit- at least enough to force herself to sleep for now. She could not do anything about it right now, and her health at least wasn't in any danger so she would just have to try to remain calm and hope she can find Baph again- or that he comes to check on her at least. She had no way of knowing that her transformation did not stop- it is just stuttered due to it being considerably more complicated than the devolution of the others. As she slept she had odd sexual dreams and nightmares both- being chased by horny dogs she did not want to be with, getting a strip-dance show from the fully horse Marc, and a dream about instead turning into a beautiful busty version of her normal self. Her sexier dreams caused her to thrust gently into her mattress and new growth slowly edged forward in her crotch. Behind herself, brushing the underside of the sheets over her; a tail slowly started to grow out of her! Maranda woke up the next day slowly- her sleep occupied by so many dreams and nightmares that it felt like she never really got any rest. She furrowed her brow when she rolled back onto her backside and reached under herself trying to feel what was moving around between her legs and then cried out in surprise when she realized it was part of her own body! She cried out again as she tossed the sheets off in a panic and seen not one but two things wrong! First of all, there is a four foot long horse tail trapped under her- which is what she felt move. It is the same red-brown as the hair on her head. Even more distressing however is the chubby tube of flesh above her pussy!! It's... a tiny penis. There are no accompanying balls, just a penis that isn't even quite the length of her pinky finger. It also seems like it has more foreskin than it needs- the skin gets unusually plush at the base making it quite wide there... like a proto-sheath. She pushed an index finger into the soft base and wiggled it up and down. Yup- definitely a penis. An embarrassingly tiny one. She would already be horrifically embarrassed to have any penis, but it's also a small one on top of that. Great- she has one AND it isn't really useful. Does it even connect to her bladder? When she has to pee, what hole does it come out of? She has two urethra now. Maranda found the answer to that question first- no, it does not connect to her bladder, so she still has to sit to pee. She also has to hold her tail up to make sure none of the long hairs get in the toilet. Her morning shower took longer, since she has two sets of hair to wash now. Then two sets to comb- thought it felt good to comb her tail, and is kind of relaxing. Which she definitely needs right now, because her brain is in panic mode. It seems like she is going to turn into an animal like everyone else, but worse still- she has no idea what she is turning into. She got a canine vulva but an equine anus and tail? So she is somehow two different animals at the same time. What about her personality is a horse?! To try and make her tail easier to manage, she ended up flopping it across her lap as she sat on the edge of the bed and braided the hair, using a regular hair tie to hold the end. She heard someone open the glass door at the back of their apartment and immediately caught a whiff of weed smoke and lowered her brows. She knows who that is. Maranda went to her own window to close it and keep the stink out, glancing up at the level of the fire escape over hers. "Hey Garry- holy!" She seen a large three-toed sloth wearing one of Garry's t-shirts standing at the fire escape with blood-shot eyes. "Wut? Got somethin' in my teeth?" He poked at his mouth with the gigantic claws on his arms. "Oh, uh... no. Just... thought I seen something else. Trick of the morning light." He glanced around the back lane they are facing where the morning light never shines and nodded. "Right on." Maranda heard a car honking at the foot of the building and glanced at the clock. "AH FUCK! Adam! I am late!" Having to manage her new appendage slowed her down, and her schedule already doesn't allow for any wiggle room. She waved out the window to indicate to him she was on the way and failed to actually look down at him. Maranda dashed out the front door in a hurry and slowed drastically as she approached Adam's car to see a black retriever sitting with his paws on the wheels, sitting in a booster seat for children, propped on a layer of books. His pedals had boxes duct-taped to them so he could reach the box to push the pedal down from his high-seat. He had a pair of aviator glasses on and a blue kerchief tied around his neck, looking like the flyest pooch you ever did see. It never occurred to her till now that the reason he did not pick her up yesterday is that he also transformed! Oh noo... her perfect little angel boy turned into a best boy. Damned if he isn't still cute as heck though. Also astonishingly good at driving for a dog. Maranda really had to struggle to make it seem like everything was fine when she got in. She was crushed to see her wish had gotten poor Adam tangled into this mess too- and also worried they were going to crash because a dog was driving a sports car. She was also not entirely sure if he would notice the fact that she has a braided horse tail flopped over the seat beside her- he did, but he did not notice there was anything wrong with that. He just commented on it looked great braided. The skin of her fingers was starting to feel dull pinching around the nails, causing her to look at them constantly, knowing it must be some additional changes. He told her she would have to get her own way home again after work- being a dog did not help speed along his current project at work. Maranda had to fight the urge to pat him on the head before he drove off and call him a good boy. Not wanting to undergo any transformations in public, she hustled up to the office as quick as possible so she could hide in her cubical at least. Today Luna and Marc have beanbag chairs to sit on, and Barry apparently now used a standing desk; since he accidentally shattered his entire old desk in half. Holly is in the office because she is doing work, but every time Maranda tries to pop in on her- she cannot find the woman. Being a mouse it is not at all hard for Holly to vanish from sight- intentional or not. Maranda now has small, translucent claws on her hands, once again making her question what she is turning into. Horses don't have claws, and canine claws don't have sharp points and are matte black; this is neither. As time went on she kept having to re-position the stylus in her hand because it felt strange. Bubbles were forming on the insides of her hands- fat deposits- and the skin was looking oddly pink, although it did not feel irritated. Maranda would have almost guessed she was getting paws, but their change stopped when they were still fairly humanoid in structure... mouse. She has the hands of a mouse! Well... she did not want the hands of a rodent but at least she can still hold things just fine with them. Maranda was starting to think her changes may have finished and let her off the hook again, but she reached up to rub her nose and realized it was cold as ice! Even though the room was warm, the end of her nose was cold. Oh no, dog face. As if queued by her discovery, the bridge of her nose pulsed several times- a pressure fighting against its current structure to distort it into a new shape. She grit her teeth as if she could somehow just will-power the changes to stop. Her teeth started to slide between one another as they transformed into fangs- this put pressure on her jaw to be able to fit them all which then caused her face to slowly push out and deform. She breathed heavily as her lips turned glossy black and the end of her nose darkened. She tried to force the twinging muscles to relax so they would stretch into a new shape, and it was sending shivers down her spine. Suddenly the cartilage in her nose popped loudly, causing her to gasp and then transition into an unintentional moan! As soon as she opened her mouth her jaws stretched and the quiet sounds of clicking bone plates echoed in her open mouth to be not-so-quiet. The bridge of her nose widened as her face stretched out and joined into a muzzle, dominating the center of her vision. It seemed to stop sooner than she was expecting- it was not especially long, it must be of a shorter faced dog. It also gained no fur at all and her human hair remained completely unaffected. She reached up to touch her head and examine the damages and noticed her ears also changed, but they are perfectly round. What sort of dog has perfectly round ears? She clicked off her monitor so she could look at her reflection on the blank screen and gasped as she realized her head was now shaped like that of a bear- not a dog. She spent quite some time making faces at herself in the powered off monitor, having to stop and look like she was doing something else when someone walked past behind her. She cannot believe this face is her own. Everyone else who changed thinks its normal, so they are already adjusted to the changes immediately- Maranda however could not stop crossing her eyes to look at her new muzzle. Luna startled her a while later, walking up as quietly as a 750 pound cow possibly can. "H-hey... Maranda? I know I already asked yesterday... but..." She spoke quietly so no one else could hear. Luna was shuffling her hooves on the spot like she had to go to the bathroom really bad- and she did, but not for the normal reason. As a cow she no longer has hands, so she cannot milk herself, and she has no one at home to help milk her either. She is still building up from yesterday's load of milk, and her fat teats were starting to let out the odd drop of milk here and there- ready to burst! "Why don't... you get someone else? Why did you wait so long?" Luna glanced away with a slightly annoyed look. "I don't... trust anyone else. Holly seems kind of nice but I barely know her." She nodded her pink nose toward Marc's desk. "And it will be a cold day in hell before I let a fucking man do it." How and when did Maranda earn Luna's trust? They had not spoken since high school and as soon as they re-met here at work Luna has been acting like they are old friends. They did not even talk that much in high school, so Maranda has no idea where this default friendship came from. Maranda isn't sure she wants to be friends with a cow that takes pleasure in manipulating men and trampling their emotions. Maranda does suppose it is technically her fault that Luna even has to ask someone to milk her in the first place. Maranda groaned. "Okay... I guess. It probably isn't healthy to hold it in like that, so if you're not going to get anyone else to do it..." Maranda followed Luna to the bathroom and there was already a bucket in there for milk- one of the rushed accommodations Avelyn had to scramble to get for everyone. A milking machine may be on that list too- but she has only had one night worth of time to make a whole lot of fixes for the office so it is just patchwork solutions for now. Luna walked forward, stepping over the bucket and looking down between her legs to try to aim, but then knocked into the bucket and blushed. Her udder barely clears the floor- she can't get it over the bucket, it's too big! Maranda had to look around and brought over some unopened boxes of toilet paper so Luna could stand her back legs up on those, putting her lower half high enough for Maranda to wedge the bucket under it- even then the udder was sort of balanced on the edges of the bucket. Touching the bloated teats at all released milk, but when Maranda tugged down they really fired it. The jet of hot liquid firing out of the udder tickled the inside of the fat teat, making Luna moo and blush in embarrassment from the sound she unintentionally made. It was real awkward for Maranda too though; all she had to look at was Luna's unclothed rump and big cow pussy. She needed a distraction. "So uh... why me anyway? Why do you trust me over everyone else here." "Well we go way back to high school. I wasn't nearly as popular back then as I am now, haha. I only had a few boyfriends, and I was mostly just using them for a free fun time, y'know? No REAL friendships. You didn't want to be around me because of my looks, you just listened to me bitch about my life, and it helped a lot y'know? To have someone to listen." Well... that is sad. She apparently has a very different view of how that went. It is also weird to hear her talk about not having friends... Maranda always assumed she did. Maranda's fingers were actually feeling stiff and tired and still Luna was expressing more milk. Was she still making milk while being milked?! Does she have a bottomless udder?! They filled four buckets already! These are gallon buckets! What the hell man, is that even physically possible? Although the entire thing was magically induced, so she supposed it did not have to make sense in the first place. Maranda gazed at the udder, trying to gauge with her eye how much more it could possibly still contain. The surface was so smooth, and soft, and warm. The rubbery soft teats were so fun to squish in her hands- though she had to be careful of her new claws. Sooo fucking big, and pink. She had always been a little bit jealous of Luna's endowments, and always wondered what it would be like to... oh. Oh no. Maranda sat up straighter in a tinge of panic as she felt her tiny cock stand up on its own against the confines of her pants, and then press into the front, and then bend, and then start to slide up. Uuuh that is bigger than it is supposed to be! It isn't just getting an erection, its growing bigger! "Uh, h-h-hey, are you going to be okay from here? My hands are actually starting to cramp..." "Oh. Yea, I should be good for a while. Or I hope anyway. Honestly, I don't know why I lactate in the first place; I have definitely never gotten pregnant. And I can't for the life of me remember what I used to do to express myself...? Eh. Everyone seems to be experiencing weird things lately. Anyway, thanks a lot Maranda. You are a life-saver." Luna hopped off the boxes and turned to leave, tilting her head at Maranda who made no move to get up. "Uh... you coming back to work too?" "Oh y-yea, I just gotta wash my hands off and stuff first." "Ah, right." Luna pushed her head up on the underside of the doorknob and shoved up to the side, turning the knob with her head to leave. Maranda did not stand up because it would immediately reveal the silhouette of her cock against her pants. Once Luna was gone, Maranda scrambled to re-lock the door and quickly flopped her cock out to see what the hell was happening to her! The pool of loose skin at the base was now a small sheath, but not fused to her on the top, so it did not hold the penis upright. The penis itself was now at least six inches long and had grown appropriately in girth as well. The skin coloration from her canine vulva was started to spread up onto the sheath and shaft within, right now turning just pale brown, but slowly darkening. The veins in the shaft hammered hard and looked far too large for the shaft they covered- an indication that it was still not done growing. The feeling of it erecting nonstop caused her to bend over as if to somehow escape the unwarranted pleasure in her groin. She felt a dull ache at the base too, which was slowly building. With a surge of dull pain and a sudden movement a tiny egg popped out of her just below the shaft, yanking the skin outward to try and contain it- and then another! Wait no- those are balls! She has testicles now, just above her pussy! Anatomically speaking, a pussy and cock are essentially the same thing; it's just that one is an inny and the other is an outy- so by having both complete sets she has two complete sets of genitalia, sharing the same space on her pelvic floor. A strong pleasure from deep inside of her started to bloom and make her legs shake. The pleasure was from a place she is unfamiliar with, so she had no idea what to do about it. Maranda flopped to the floor because of how unsteady her legs have become and bowed so far forward she had to hold herself up with her hands on the floor. She moaned loudly as the pleasure spiked higher! Her growing cock started to spit gobs of pre onto the floor almost like it was ejaculating in orgasm- but none of it was actual cum yet. The pleasure is a prostate forming! But there is too much in her pelvis to contain- its growing into space that doesn't exist, crushing itself! Even her pussy started to drool again because of all the radiant pleasure. Maranda grabbed her cock in desperation- thinking if she got off she would naturally empty the thing so it would be able to fit properly in her... for now. As soon as her hand swept down the shaft and bopped her crotch; the impact against her pelvis caused it to suddenly crack loudly in half! Maranda bowed forward as her hips and ass started to rapidly grow in size! Her cock stopped frantically spurting and relaxed to a steady drool of salty pre as the pressure was let off the prostate. Her butt started to get so large that her pants slid down in the back entirely on their own- matching where she pulled it down in the front to let her male genitals out, but then sliding even further down the expanding ass cheeks! A horses rump- muscular, very round, and very big. The skin around the small balls loosened and started to pull away from the rest of her crotch, forming into a proper scrotum, but the very back of it trailed directly onto her canine labia- so you cannot pull on one without also tugging on the other! The spheres within also started to gurgle softly and stretch larger and larger as the scrotum darkened to match the near-black shade of brown. The surge of growth in the cock built up so quickly that it looked like just the sheath expanded massively, but then a bulge of growth fired up the shaft, almost looking like some massive object travelling up through the cock- but it was the cock itself ballooning up! It did not stop when it reached the end, but rather stretched the end out another two inches in one go and brought up a lazy stream of pre with it. The dick was now long enough to prod the underside of her C cups when it swings up! The shape is also not human- it has a medial ring now and the glans were too flat and broad from the start to belong to a human; her male genitals are equine. Which also means they aren't done growing. Her ass now absolutely giant compared to the rest of her, her pants forced down to her knees; Maranda is on her hands and knees looking at a growing pool of precum across the floor under her as her dick bobs erratically from growth and arousal both. Her balls expanded to normal human sized, then large chicken eggs, then tennis balls, then soft balls, then ostrich eggs! The bigger they got; the more pent up she felt. Like there was an ocean of fluid trapped in her, its weight pressed against her groin but unable to move on its own. Now she grabbed her cock with one hand while holding herself up with the other and her hand could not even reach all the way around! The shaft was so thick that she could not entirely close her hand! She could feel the throbbing veins on her hands, and feel the soft fat pads on the inside of her hand against the rock hard shaft. Even without trying to thrust or move, it felt like it was sliding up through her hand because of the speed of its growth! It slid up under her shirt and wedged itself between her breasts, immediately causing her boobs to stick together from the slick layer of pre they became painted with. The cock throbbed and stretched still bigger, sliding up and popping its head out of her own cleavage, and then even bigger putting itself level with her neck. Her moans joined with whimpers- regretting insulting its size earlier. Now she wished it had remained a micropenis. Maranda started to feel light headed and dizzy as the cock was taking more blood from her to feed itself. And still it grew bigger- gently bopping the underside of her chin, and then even bigger as it hovered in front of her mouth, as if trying to tempt her. Well... that would be a convenient way to prevent a mess. She remembered smelling cum on Marc's breath the other day... he probably did the same thing. She has a longer face now that her head took on bear traits, so getting her mouth around the cock was easy, and unlike Marc her body is a hell of a lot more flexible. She cradled the bottom to try and hold it steady and dove down, trying to get it as far in before the head flares completely- because she did not want to accidentally catch it on her new fangs. She got to her throat and the edges of the flaring corona caught, but were still able to fold. She was running out of blood pressure to sustain this thing, so it wasn't able to get fully diamond-hard, it kept a bit of flexibility. The cock bent against the back of her throat and she stuffed even more of it into herself! Maranda's eyes were starting to water but it felt too good to pull back now; she NEEDED to get off. That was the only way this monster was going away. Her sheath never fused to her underside so the only thing holding the cock steady really is her hand and the fact it's on the wrong side of her shirt. She stood up onto her feet in a squat position, teetered a bit, and then twisted her foot a bit before sitting down on top of it- she squished her canine labia against the heel of her shoe and spiked her pleasure high enough to make her balls jump up suddenly. They flopped back down, then yanked up and pulsed several times against her body before flopping down, then yanking back up to deliver another blast. She did not even need to think about swallowing- the cock is stuffed so far down her throat that the cum is going down whether she wants it to or not. The flare of the cock in her throat makes it look like she has an adam's apple. The flare regressing and the cock softening came so suddenly that it surprised her by yanking itself out by its own weight, popping out of her mouth with a wet glorp and trailing strands of fluid between her mouth and its glans. Maranda groaned from the weight of the cum in her belly and the amount of precum smeared all over the floor she now had to clean. And the goop from her cleavage before it transferred to the inside of her shirt. Great, the full genitals of a stallion, a female dog, a horse anus, butt, and tail, the hands of a mouse, and a bear's head. She isn't turning into an animal; she is turning into a freak. She could feel the dick wedge up along the inside of her pelvis, parallel to her vaginal walls as it retracted into its sheath. The fat sheath had to be directed by her to point up if she wanted to hide it as well as possible, because it's not fused to her so it will flop forward and jut into the front of her pants if she doesn't direct it. She just barely managed to get her pants back on over her now huge hips and ass- and the top third of her butt cheeks still poked out in the back. The two black bumps on her crotch from before were now nipples, and accompanied by two pink nubs above them, also slowly forming into nipples. She glanced in the mirror to see if there were any other changes she missed and gave a startled yelp as she seen Baph behind her! She turned around but there was no one in the room with her, the door was still locked. She looked back in the mirror and he waved at her, casually walking up. He is inside of the mirror. "Having fun I see. Just remember; this is still a place of a business. At least try to do SOME work." Her face went bright red. "It isn't my fault, I had to put this monstrous thing away! Why am I changing?! Actually- why is anyone changing?" Baph shrugged. "To grant your wish- you wanted to be able to see personalities outwardly because you hate surprises. If I turn them into animals to represent that... you should be able to see the difference from a surprisingly long distance." She sighed. "Okay but... you could be a little more subtle with it, ya?" "Oh, absolutely. But I don't like humans, remember? It isn't supposed to be convenient." "Aww, come on. And why am I changing?!" Baph just grinned cruelly as he paced back and forth without saying anything for a moment. "If I tell you, will you really learn your lesson at all...?" He paused his pacing, let out a grunt and then a sigh. "Alright- let me blow your little mind. Those forms? They don't reflect their personalities- they reflect your interpretation of their personalities. And this may be over your narrow little mind but, surprise- you are a reflection of them." She furrowed her brows. "W-what?" "Your personality, is a reflection of your life, and thus the people you have met and encounter in your life. If you hate someone you naturally try to avoid their personality traits and are thus an inverted image of them, if you like them, you try to be more like them and become a positive image of them." Her eyes widened when she realized all the animal parts she has so far also belong to people she knows. "Whatever your wish turned them into, also turns you into it, because for better or worse; they are a part of you." "Wha-? Okay, just... stop all of it then? Just... forget the whole wish, I guess. Turn them back too." Baph shook his head. "I didn't turn them into anything- you did. Will I stop enabling it? Mmmm, no. No I will not." He pat her on the head. "So good luck with that." And with a shimmer across the reflective glass, he vanished. Oh that is bad. Baph is the only thing that could undo any of this and he refuses. She doesn't even have a way to tell if he is near or not- he only shows up when he wants to, so she cannot even try to nag him into doing it. So this is just her life now? That means this is only going to continue to get worse though... every time someone transforms because of her wish, her own body will get more fucked up. But wait- there does seem to be gaps. Garry has not influenced her... at least in a way that she knows of so she has no sloth traits. There is also plenty of people who did not transform in the first place, or transformed in very minor ways. If their bodies reflect how Maranda herself interprets them... that means anyone she lacks an opinion of will not transform in the first place. She continued to look at herself in the mirror thinking about what Baph told her, but her vision in the mirror started to sink lower slowly. Oh... she isn't done changing. More mouse traits- she is shrinking. That got her thinking of everyone she seen transform so far, and then her nipples started to tingle as her thoughts also reminded her; she hasn't adopted any of Luna's traits- yet. Maranda was forced to exhale her breath as her lungs shrank, forcing the extra air out. On the up-side; she was getting less hungry, because the remnants of her breakfast in her stomach was now getting bigger in comparison to the rest of her. She gripped the edge of the sink as if she could somehow prevent her shrinking by holding herself up. Her pants popped off of her, causing her to buck her hips forward suddenly in an attempt to catch them but at the same time her feet let out several small, high-pitched snaps as the bone started to reform! The change in her feet removed any muscle strength from them and her grip on the sink let go as she fell onto her back! Her butt is large enough that she could technically still wear her pants, but now the legs are far too loose, making the fit awkward as hell, so since they were not pulled 100% of the way up, they just fell off when her overall size started to change. Her socks pulled down her legs further as her feet stretched out! They became longer but much more narrow, forcing her shoes to pop off on their own. Maranda just reached down and pulled the loose socks off herself to get a better look. All her toes were changing together- that means it’s a cloven hoof like Luna rather than a mono-toe like Marc. It felt so tight- like her skin would pop open if she tried to bend her toes. The nails turned to hoof segments to encapsulate the ends, obscuring where the actual digits even are in comparison. When two became dew claws they lost all mobility- she could not even wiggle them anymore. The tension and the sound of clicking bone went away, leaving her with a cloven hoof instead of a foot. Maranda let out a rather pathetic sounding whimper as pleasure shot up through her torso causing her to arch her back! She seems to have stopped shrinking at least- not nearly as small as Holly. With the added height of the cannon bones now that she has hooves she is still probably four and a half feet tall. She grabbed her breasts as they filled with heat and the skin pulled taught. Her breathing became faster and she could feel her C cups press into her palms. Oh... finally having assets like Luna. That doesn't sound bad at all actually. But wait- the old Luna or the new Luna? The growth is in her chest, so it can't be a cow udder... right? Thanks to her shrinking; her sweater became ill-fit but now her breasts pressed forward to make use of all the extra fabric. Her loose collar pulled away giving her a nice view of her own deepening cleavage- still slick with the pre she hasn't had the chance to clean off yet, which actually made them a bit sticky now instead of slick. Bumps appeared on the front of her shirt from her nipples themselves growing as well. The soft, tingly pleasure was radiating around her crotch as well, but she could not see past her growing chest and was too paralyzed by the sensation to bring herself to sit up. The near-black nipple and areola that formed over her crotch puffed up and started to rise out, and then small hills formed under them, pushing them even further forward. Above the two pink nipples spread to form areola at their base and then started to match the two below! She could feel a soft tingling heat spread around her, like someone pulling a warm blanket around her. No doubt she is growing fur, but she cannot bring herself to look at the moment. Her breasts passed E cups and still they were growing! She could not tell if they were blushing pink or if her actual skin color had just changed to neon pink. The skin was incredibly taught, pulling the pours flat and smooth from internal pressure, which made her breasts seem impossibly round, like fake breasts. The pleasure also started to sharpen, becoming an electric tingle in her nipples and areola, almost itchy. Her shirt lifted at the bottom as the breasts occupied more space. The growth sensations seemed to fade a moment, and then throbbed powerfully, then faded again. Instead of steadily, her breasts now throbbed with pressure and pleasure, and her nipples with irritation. They were still trying to grow but something was stopping them! She squeezed them and whimpered a half-moan but still they throbbed. She tried stretching her sweater up off them but she could not pull it far and it did not seem to help regardless. Maranda became desperate and tried to pull her sweater up over them entirely, but it caught on the front of her fat spheres. She pulled but her nipples had grown larger, and the sweater caught on their underside. Maranda yanked just as another surge hit and for a moment her heart froze in fear that she had unintentionally hurt herself- her nipples split in half! The sweater popped off, but it yanked her nipples right in half. Her breasts surged in size one final time now that the nipple was no longer hindering its progress, and the skin also grew quickly causing the breasts to relax and become much softer instead of looking like overinflated balloons. They are so large that when they softened either breast sloshed to the side of her body and sat on the floor under her arms! When she looked down at herself she realized her areola had faded in with the rest of her skin tone- they are still technically there; they just blend in perfectly with their surroundings. Each boob now had two nipples- about as thick as her thumb and as long as her middle finger! Which means if she pushes her tits together... they resemble a cow udder. Each one is about the size of a small beach ball- but now that they were finished growing they are soft enough that they do not hold a ball-shape anymore. They hang in perfect tear-drop shape when standing. Now that their weight naturally divided them while laying down; Maranda can see down her torso to look at the damage to her lower body. She has four small breasts above her crotch! Two with near-black areola and nipple and two with neon pink. The near-black were thanks to horse traits; their number and the fact they are individual teats instead of an udder is a split between mouse, dog, and human. The breast and areola both project out giving their overall shape that of a soft cone; they are likely in the range of a C cup at most each, so nothing in comparison to what is on her chest. As if triggered by her struggle to sit up and look at herself, her neck popped several times in rapid-fire and quickly stretched longer! The veins throbbed fat around its base as it bulked up thicker as well. By now she could see a mostly red-brown carpet of fur spreading across her, but when it got to her neck she flinched and arched back again from a prickly sensation. The hairline on her head started to advance down at the back in an orderly line- giving her the mane of a horse! With so much up top and below now, Maranda felt it was hard to move without triggering a little bit of pleasure from one of her many, many tender bits. It also took her several tries to figure out how to even stand up. Hooves do not have the same traction as flesh against a tile floor, and have less surface area to stand on than her feet did. Her fur seems to have grown in oddly- but that isn't much of a surprise given she is an amalgamation of at least five different species. Most of her fur grew in as red-brown to match her hair, but a tone lighter, which made it look more red without actually being more red. She had several white splotches bordered by a pale brown, which was basically her normal fur tone minus the red. Her bear head looks a lot less awkward on her now that she has a horse neck and mane to support it instead of a little human neck. Her fur did not completely cover it though- it seemed to fade at the halfway point and then her lower jaw is naked! The front of her neck and torso is still bare human skin; untouched by the advance of fur. The fur only barely touched the backs of her hands- her fingers and palm are still naked. She has cow hooves and legs but with large human shaped thighs and horse butt cheeks- but the fur becomes long-hair fetlocks just over her hooves. Her male genitals are entirely horse while her female genitals are all canine. Her many mammaries are a clusterfuck of traits from every species in her. When Maranda stands up and her huge breasts slap back together, they look like a full sized dairy cow udders on her chest! She decided to clean them off first and then see if she can actually roll her sweater back into place. [b][u][color=lightpink]06 Repair[/color][/u][/b] Surprisingly, she was able to get both her sweater and pants back on. Since the growth of a horse phallus, underwear was out of the question- they would squeeze her nuts too tight. Her overall size shrank and her butt grew- so between the two her pants actually managed to stay up on their own now- though the legs were loose and not long enough to cover anything past her ankles; which meant there was a foot worth of leg uncovered. It hid her mismatched junk at least. Her sweater was extremely tight, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she stuffed her girls into it, feeling the mega nipples fold over and drag against the fabric. Her bra was obviously entirely useless at this point, so you can still clearly see the impression of her nipples on the front of the fabric. Ugh, and with no way to summon Baph... she can't fix this. This will never get better- but it can absolutely get worse. If she meets someone new, the moment she forms an opinion of them; they will transform, and when they transform... so does she. Maranda shivered at the thought of herself as an old lady made up of so many different animal traits that you cannot even tell what they are anymore... just a writhing mass of bestial parts. Maranda left the bathroom finally after cleaning up and immediately seen Avelyn waiting for her just outside the door with an irritated look in her eight eyes. "Twenty five minu-" "Not in the mood." "Well the company isn't in the mood to pay you for work you are not doing!" "Good thing that is Barry's call then, not yours." "hssssss." She placed her legs against the wall and flipped around, skittering across the roof to return to her desk. Maranda went over to Holly's desk and sighed in relief to see the tiny mouse working away. She really did not want to ask her, but with the current state of things... she hasn't been getting anything done the last few days, and Holly seems to be a real go-getter type. Maranda leaned on the empty chair- since Holly is so tiny that she stands on the desk itself. "Hey~ how's work?" "O-oh, good! I still don't remember any of the shortcut keys but, I don't really need them. I can get by without using them for now- knowing them is just extra. The assignment itself is easy enough. They don't want anything too fancy, right? You don't want to over-design, especially when it comes to logos." Maranda nodded. "A good logo tells you as much as possible in as few strokes as possible. Simple so people remember, but telling enough to recognize." Maranda looked at her monitor and nodded. "You do good work. But, uhm... I don't suppose you want a little extra challenge?" "Huh?" "W-well... if you want to do me a favor... I have been in a major slump and my hands are transf-uuuh- cramping bad, I guess because of the moist weather." "Oh yea, it is a mess out there." "You don't have to do it obviously, but if you wanna help me, maybe... do my current assignment? I already did the concept art and it got greenlit, but it needs vector mapping now." "Really? You trust the new girl to do your homework for you? Haha." Maranda blushed. "Y-yea. Well if I asked someone else they would either rat me out to the boss or hold it over my head to make me dance for favors later. And you are really talented. Plus, it’s a chance to strut your stuff. Barry is probably going to try to throw you slowballs to start out, but if you do one of mine you can show him you're ready for some hard hitters." "Yea! I am, too. Sure, I will take a crack at it, just email me what you have." Maranda smiled and used her index finger alone to pat the little mouse on her head before returning to her desk. She sighed at the screen, looking at the progress on it she already had two days ago- not a bit of added work since then. Everyone turned into animals, and she turned into a freak! How is she supposed to concentrate on anything?! When she sits in her chair her balls get supported by the seat, but that presses her sheath into her lower breasts, which push into the breasts over those. She can't sit up completely straight or she can't see the keyboard past her tits! Admittedly the breasts are definitely still the most liked of her added features- she doesn't entirely mind having them. Maranda's hands felt a bit odd when she went to send the email. She looked them over trying to see if they are transforming yet again but could not notice the change. It was not till a bit after having sent the email that she started to press on her palms and noted the pads are missing. Rodents have tiny fat deposits to give them mini paw pads... hers now no longer do. That is weird. Why would a feature she already has fade away? At the very least Maranda felt full of energy, not needing the several booster coffees she normally has to drag her ass through the day. She even attempted to start working on another project since Holly was now handling her last one- though her rodent claws made her sloppy and she ended up scrapping her work. How Holly still managed to do so well using a stylus that is bigger than her entire body was mind-boggling. Though the magic made her think her body was normal, so that probably helped a lot. By the time she took her bus ride home Maranda noticed her hands are no longer pink, and look much more human. What was going on? Is she absorbing human traits from people who did not really turn into anything? She felt another change though, which caused her to dash off the bus REAL fast when it got to her stop. Her pussy tingled and started to puff up. Her sexual stamina got nuked into oblivion from earlier today so she wasn't going into heat or anything. The top corner of her canine cookie started to nudge her balls from behind and push them up! Holy crap it's big! She leaned against her door heavily as she scrambled with her house keys and practically fell into her apartment, taking a nose-dive into her couch with her ass out. The crotch of her pants ballooned out as her already fat, projected labia billowed out even further! It was like a floatation device as this point. It felt like there was a couch cushion between her legs by the time it stopped growing! Her actually vaginal passage got bigger too, but most of the growth was on the pubic mound and labia, causing it to project far off of her! Her balls are partially divided, sitting on the top corner of the canine labia. She slid her pants down a bit to try and give it extra room. "Great. Now I can't even sit in a chair, because I would be sitting entirely on my pussy and nothing else." It was thanks to that asshole on the bus. This change triggered when she was thinking about him again- or what he had become. Their interaction was minimal but he had a big impact on her- a negative impact. What is the inversion of a giant penis that he turned into? A giant pussy. Now she would have to just squat at work, or stand on her knees to avoid squishing her pussy under herself. She has to avoid touching it because any sexual pleasure could potentially wake up the horse cock- and as soon as it starts to peek out of the sheath it is already going to be in the double-cleavage of her lower breasts, which is going to massage it to full-mast which will put the head between her gigantic upper breasts. Then there is no way to tame the beast other than to make it pop. Maranda poked her head out the back door later that night, smelling once again weed smoke from Garry above her. He had a joint speared on one of his giant claws, staring at the wall of the building just five feet across the way, his comparatively tiny sloth legs dangling from the edge of the fire escape. The back lane isn't much of a view, but its fresh air, and semi-private anyway. Or its fresh air when Garry isn't out anyway. She took a deep breath of the air in her apartment before stepping out and sitting on her own level of the fire escape below him. She did not even realize that her extra energy lately is a gift from Garry. He is very low energy, which is not at all something she admires in him... so his sloth transformation had the inverted effect of giving her an abundance of energy and fast reaction times. She adopted mouse traits from admiring Holly's modesty and ability to just shrink away and go unnoticed. She gained traits from Luna from her jealousy of her assets and ability to attract any man she wants. She took traits from Marc for admiring his good looks and strong masculinity. She took from Barry for his strong presence and warm-heartedness. She took traits from Adam for his own good looks, but mostly for his giving nature and pure soul. Unnoticed by her yet- she has also gained a pining for the human touch, to be closer to those around her. An inversion of Avelyn's cold, steel heart. "Hey Garry." He glanced down at her through the metal bars that made up the fire escape platform. "Yo. 'nother long day at work?" "Mmmm. Didn't hear you playing your guitar tonight. You always play when you come out here." "Heh, didn't think anyone noticed. Yea, uh..." He shuffled his massive claws around. "I tried, but like... I dunno man. Kept fucking it up. Honestly sort of forgot how I used to play with these things, hahaha. I know, I know- might wanna lay off the herbal medicine for a bit if I start forgetting shit like that." "Wait, do you actually take that as medicine?" She always thought he was just a lazy stoner. He laughed. "Nah. Not prescribed anyway. I just use it to... I dunno, relax. Forget about shit." "What do you need to forget about? You are younger than I am!" "I like to forget about my lack of things to forget about. I work two jobs, so uh... my time to do literally anything else is kinda non-existent. Which is... kind of depressing." "Really? You have TWO jobs? You should get a career in music! You play so well. Or... did anyway." Before she inadvertently fucked him up. She glanced at her own hands and had to do a double-take. Her claws are gone! She doesn't have rodent claws anymore- her hands are perfectly human! What the heck is going on with that?! "Ooh I tried. So do millions of other people though. And between them and how easy it is to just pirate music off the internet... not an easy business to break into, turns out. Even when you get in- sometimes it's just the one track and you're forgotten as the one-hit wonder. In that business- your livelihood depends on the audience, who can just decide to drop you at any time, and then it's over." He sighed. "Nah, I put all my cards on the table to be a musician and that is how I got into this mess in the first place. Planned to be in a rock band, but I never had a back-up plan. So now I am working two dead-end jobs at once. I will save up and get myself on level ground eventually, but thanks to my Plan A turning out to be a losing bet- that is going to take some time." He held up the lit joint. "Till then, I got this to keep my nerves on level ground and let me enjoy what break time I have. Till I can afford to have more time and less weed, heh." "Damn. Life is rough sometimes." "Mmm." She glanced up at him again and was startled by the sight of his bare balls resting between the gaps above her head. "G-garry! Your junk!" "Huh? [b]WOAH[/b], shit!" He yanked his shirt down to try to cover himself as he stood up. "S-sorry! I totally forgot I wasn't wearing pants! Shit, sorry!" He dashed inside, embarrassed. Maranda was actually drastically more shocked by the fact he is human! She could easily see his junk because Garry is perfectly human again! His transformation just... undid itself! What the fuck? Maranda let out a long gasp and her eyes widened as something finally dawned on her. Their transformations are a reflection of how SHE views them. If her perception of the person changes- so does their transformation. She stopped seeing him for his traits that she associated to other things, and seen him for the person he actually is- and so he transformed back into his true self. She looked down at her human hands, and realized she may have unintentionally triggered something similar in Holly. She gave Holly a much larger, harder bit of work to do. Was Holly a mouse because... Maranda keeps babying her? She seems small because no one gave her a chance to stand on her own and show people how tall she really is. Maranda had a hard time getting to sleep again this night, because she again had a lot to think about. And it was difficult to find a position for her legs without unintentionally squeezing her gigantic cookie. The next day, Maranda had to switch up a few tasks to get ready for work. Shortening the time she needed; she no longer had to bother with shoes or socks because they don't work with hooves in the first place. Making her prep longer however- she now has a tail to comb out. She was planning to re-braid her tail too but ended up leaving it loose because taking up even more time than that was her new... endowment. Since she has male bits now, she also had to deal with a four foot long morning wood. Her sheath only connects to her at the very base, so it does not hold the cock up- so when she got out of bed and turned around she accidentally cleared off her end table with her dick! It is so heavy it cannot fully stand upright for more than a second or two when it tenses- it is otherwise held straight out from her body from its own weight fighting against the blood pressure. It also slowed her ability to wake up fully because it drastically lowered her overall blood pressure. Marc is fine with his behemoth meat log because he turned into a feral horse- so he has a horse heart. Maranda's torso is still mostly human; her heart was not built to handle this thing. She had to deal with the dick first- she could not even brush her teeth because to fit in front of the mirror she had to stand it against the counter, which put it wobbling directly in her face, blocking her view of the mirror. Her torso and cock together take up more distance than one bathroom wall to the other. At least in the comfort of her own place she has access to her dildo. Sitting on the dildo, grinding her pussy between the bathtub and her torso while also holding her shaft in two different places with her once again human hands, and also sucking on its head; Maranda was able to blow her load pretty quick. Horses are not known for their sexual stamina after all. She at least did not have to worry about milking herself like Luna as well. As much as her double-size, double-nippled boobs look like a cow's udder; they don't lactate. Lactation may be a reflection of how Luna is always putting out, flirting with guys left and right. That is not something Maranda likes or admires in the least bit, so that trait obviously wouldn't have transferred. She would like to have played with her tits more while masturbating but she only has two hands, and a hell of a lot of meat to cover. She cups them gently sliding her hands around the curvature from their sides inward, hooking one mega nipple between index and middle finger and the other between pinky and ring finger on either hand and then tugged all four nipples at once, shivering from the pleasure with a small smile. She reminded herself it is a work day though- and she has a huge magical mess that needs cleaning. Adam again came to pick her up and drive her to work. It is still unsettling to see a dog behind the wheel, but being a canine actually doesn't seem to have diminished his driving ability at all. While he was driving Maranda could not help but stare at him, wondering how to unravel his transformation. If the transformation is born from misinformation... what doesn't she know about Adam? They have been best friends forever, there shouldn't be anything she doesn't already know about him! She even knows he has a birthmark shaped like a seagull over his left butt cheek. She knows the full name of the two guys he has dated! She stared ahead at the road now, lost in thought. If she breaks it down more... why is he a dog, specifically? Dogs are cute and loyal- that seems to fit him perfectly. So... maybe he has some sort of dark secret? How big does the discrepancy need to be to trigger a change? Maybe it's just something stupid and small, like he dropped a pencil into someone's exposed butt crack or something. If it was something big, surely she would already know about unless it was also very recent. Did he accidentally drop a car on someone's head and kill them at work? They got to her work and she hopped out for now. She would need some time to actually hang out with Adam soon to figure this out- the drive to and from work just isn't long enough. She has to be relatively subtle about her approach too though- she is the only one who thinks anything is wrong, so if she starts asking weird questions out of the blue she is going to drive people away. At least Maranda's brain became relatively used to walking on hooves already- lost in thought as she walked to the elevator up to her floor she forgot she even had hooves. Her brain basically regarded them as high heel shoes- they even make almost the exact same sound against tiled floor. And high heels also have a very narrow surface area to stand on. There were a few times she glanced to the side thinking she was brushing up against someone only to realize it is her own tail she was feeling. It was braided up the other day, so the hair couldn't fan out or flow around things. Maranda sort of wished she cut a hole in the back of her pants for the tail. She has the back of her pants down slightly to let it out, and it felt fine at first, but as her tail moves around and rubs against the edge of the fabric it has become a bit irritated. If she pulls her pants down too far in the back the waist either snaps it back up on its own, or her pants will just fit weird and her ass crack will be showing. She already had more exposed than she wants. Maranda has four small boobs on her upper crotch, below her belly button. They are too high to pull her pants over even the lower set, and they are far too low for her sweater to handle. Her primary boobs are already so enormous that her sweater can barely handle them. You can see her nipples bent with stretch lines in the fabric between them. Her boobs are soft enough that you could squish them into spaces you wouldn't think they would be able to fit in, but they still take up a lot of space. The sweater only reaches her lower chest because of how far her breasts are holding the fabric off from her, so her entire midriff and auxiliary four breasts are fully exposed. The girth of her equine neck prevented cleavage from being exposed up top anyway- the collar was pulled tight to the base of her huge throat. When she got to the office Maranda immediately checked in with Holly, but rather than loom around and make sure she got up and going first; Maranda just thanked her for taking on that extra work and told her to come find her if she ran into issues, and then immediately left her alone. When she sat back at her own desk, rather than get busy on work she immediately started to look back and forth between Marc and Luna. What is she missing from this picture? Why is it a cow and a horse instead of a woman and man. Maranda grunt and went to pull her pants up but then realized that is as high as they go! She looked down and seen more and more of her large butt sticking out! Ack! She is growing! Her overall size is returning to normal as mouse traits fade! But her body's SHAPE is still way out of whack, so if she returns completely to normal size her ass and hips will be far, FAR too big to fit into her pants! Her chubby horse sheath pressed into the front of her pants and squished against the underside of the waist, forcing her to wiggle her tushy to let out even more ass at risk of waking the beast in the front of her pants. Her chair started to groan as well from her increasing weight! She watched as her point of view rose higher and higher- only now realizing how much larger her neck is, since her perspective ended up rising higher than it originally was. Her pants got stuck between thighs and butt cheeks- gripping into the soft tissue too far to be able to slide down even when under pressure. She has the massive ass of a horse after all- only her butt cheeks alone were plenty to completely fill her seat! The arms of the chair are bent outward and any tiny movement she makes, makes the cheap plastic stand of the chair groan like it's about to snap in half. There was a loud crash and a dull clattering toward the back of the office and Barry opened his door partially to peek out. "What the hell was that? Someone destroy more office equipment?" Maranda went to stand up to see herself, but blushed and paused when she realized her ass was trapped in the chair! The arms are wedged into her massive ass cheeks so hard that when she half-stands, the chair comes with her. "Uh, I will check into it." Barry nodded, but only half closed his door before opening it again. "Oh, and how is Holly doing today?" "Oh, uh... I did not get a full report from her. She knows to come to me if she has any issues, so I will assume she is doing fine. You should ask her yourself, Barry. I already showed her what she needs to know. She should be fine on her own from here." Barry nodded. "Good to hear." Maranda's eyes went wide as her body experienced a sudden surge that turned her vision blue a moment from pressure behind her eyes! Her body grew back to its proper size in one last surge which snapped the plastic arms off her chair and caused it to pop off her! Maranda blushed hard, but Barry just laughed. "And thar she blows! Office supplies these days, right? How many does that make? We need to start buying from a different source, this is getting silly." "Y-yea." She stood up straight since the chair burst off her already anyway, but doing so flexed the muscles in her legs which snapped the waist of her already strained pants and they fell off her legs! "Oop. Ah, don't worry about it. A hybrid like you doesn't need to try to fit into human clothing anyway. Or do you...? Wait, you are still part human so would that actually be an issue with HR? I don't wear clothes... who would try to dress a bear? That would just be fucking stupid. Someone tries to tell me to wear human clothes; they're in for a mauling." He wandered over to Avelyn's desk muttering back and forth between needing and not needing to actually wear clothing. Maranda just sighed to herself. Well... guess she is going pantless now. She is not happy about that. Especially since her horse junk is now out in the open. And the sheer size of her canine pussy- even her ostrich-egg sized testicles don't completely hide her pussy from view. No one else will think it's weird, but Maranda definitely does! It is still embarrassing to her! Will people treat her different now, when they find out she has man parts? This made her decide to target Marc first. Try to get rid of these horse parts, but first she needs to check the source of that crash. What Maranda found, is Holly crawling from her desk and into her chair with a rather confused look on her face. She broke her desk completely in half! She is no longer a mouse but a half-mouse woman! She started to turn back while standing completely on her desk, working like she was when she was a full rodent. Her fur started to fall out at the front first, regressing away from her many nipples since they had never grown fur on them. The fur dissolved in the air as it fell away, so it vanished like colored vapor before it even touched the floor. Her entire body emanated the subtle noise of stretching tissue as she grew from being the size of a golf ball to the size of a kid and beyond. The structure of her hands softened- the fat deposits shrank away and her claws pulled back and flattened out back into human nails. Her tail shrank back into her body making her squirm as the additional vertebrae regressed and compressed into the rest of her spine. The additional nipples started to regress and fade as bubbles of fat built behind the top ones as breasts re-formed! The expansion of the breast below the nipple stretched the skin at the base, creating areola once again. As her body grew its shape started to return, her rounded front collapsing back into a human structure. She shuddered and a high-pitched cracking sound could be heard as the ends of her too-long teeth broke off and crumbled away to reveal normal sized human chompers, and her face started to compress inward causing her vision to become extremely blurry for the time being. While the rest of her fur fell away, the fur on the top of her head grew out and hardened in structure to become hair. It cascaded out from her head, over her neck and upper back, turning from straight to wavy and finally lashing this way and that as massive, loose curls! Holly sat in her chair panting heavily, gawking at the ruin of her desk in confusion while clutching the arm of her chair trying to steady herself. She spotted her glasses first and quickly put them back on her head, then her eyes widened at her first realization. "My clothes!!" Maranda pointed to the pile of neatly folded clothing at the side of her desk. "They are right there, from yesterday." They were too big for her to carry back home with her. "Why did I take them off?!?" Holly snatched them up and squeaked in embarrassment, dashing to the bathroom with them to dress herself as quickly as possible. Maranda felt bad for how embarrassed Holly was, but also glad that she was back to normal again. Her voice was too small for anyone to hear because Maranda kept talking for her. She seemed small and shrunken away because Maranda never let her stand on her own and was always shielding her. She only seemed weak because Maranda never gave her the chance to prove her strength. In trying to help her, Maranda unintentionally held her back. [u][b][color=darkolivegreen]07 The Mind Behind The Meat[/color][/b][/u] Maranda quickly went over to Marc. If she has to have horse balls flopping around out in the open, she would rather it be with someone else who also has their horse balls out. Normally having his junk close by and exposed would run the risk of arousal- Maranda is pretty confident her level of embarrassment will prevent her from getting anywhere near aroused enough to wake up her own hotrod. Maranda's horse ass no longer fit into any of the chairs so she had to just squat by him and hung her arms in front of her looking ready to stabilize herself against the floor if she teetered forward- but really just there to try and cover her naughty bits as much and as casually as possible. Marc glanced at her, pausing his work. "Hmm? Somefin' up?" He holds the stylus in his lips, so he cannot see her and work at the same time, because his face would need to be up to the screen. "Oh- no not really, just kind of stumped again, mind if I just watch?" "Heh, well... it iffn't much." He almost fumbled the stylus but managed to hold on. True enough- his work was not very good. But that was Maranda's fault; not his. Now that he is a horse, not only does he have to draw with his mouth, but a horse's eyes are on the sides of its head- it's not really meant to be able to look straight forward. That means he can't look at his work and work on it at the same time. It is also not great that he is entirely blind to the color red. Red looks the same as green to a horse, which means human skin colors look like various shades of grey/green to them, making drawing a human real awkward. "Wait... the way you draw hair..." Suddenly Marc sat up a bit straighter on his beanbag chair. "Uh, w-what about it?" She finally made him fumble the stylus. "It looks like anime style." "Oh y-yea? Huh." Maranda tilted her head. "Do you... watch anime?" "No-oh-well... you know, you watch TV, flip around... sometimes you see stuff." Well that was an incredibly weird and evasive answer. "Is... anime one of those things?" "Y-well, sure. I have seen a bit of anime." "Huh." She scuttled a bit closer. "Which ones?" "Just like, the manly ones you know, like, Trigun, and Jojo." Maranda almost laughed. "Just the manly ones? I have never really considered a show to be feminine or manly before. Is [b]everything[/b] you do manly?" Now Marc did laugh- though it kinda sounded like a neigh. "Well, I try, haha." [i]Try? As in, it’s a conscious effort?[/i] "What do you mean try? You're deliberately avoiding things that aren't manly? Isn't that a little narrow minded?" "Well... I mean, [b]men[/b] are supposed to like [b]manly[/b] things... right? I... guess there are some things I do that isn't super manly, but I don't really advertise it, y'know?" "You realize you might be alienating yourself a bit by doing that, right?" "Huh?" "Well if women only did feminine things and men only did masculine things, then neither would have anything in common with one another. Then how would they get along? How do you form a relationship with someone you have nothing in common with?" Marc froze for a good minute, like she just blew his fucking mind. "I... never thought of it like that. Well... want to know a secret?" She leaned closer. "My favorite is Revolutionary Girl Utena. With Sailor Moon right after, especially the original, when Queen Beryl was still around." "Oh, well I mean, Sailor Moon is a staple anime, like Dragonball. If you haven't seen those, then you haven't really started watching anime yet." "Haha, or at least one Gundam series." "Oooh yea, giant mech anime required!" Marc seemed to get quite excited talking about anime, and as soon as their conversation really started to get going; Maranda could hear the muffled pops of shifting bone as his body started to slowly shrink! It was like she broke a dam somewhere in his brain and now all the things he thought he needed to keep secret came gushing out! Turns out... he didn't really like body building at all, and he knew nothing about cars. He got the truck recommended to him as a 'manly ride' and relied entirely on recommendations, because he knew nothing of it himself. He got into fitness and bodybuilding to make himself seem manlier and more attractive. He listens to audiobooks and watches anime while he works out, and plays video games when he is not. He is apparently good at chess too. Slowly but surely, his body shrank down, his huge solid muscles relaxed and softened a bit, and his human shape slowly started to come back. His tail shortened, his penis started to emerge as his sheath became more shallow, and his balls shrank down. His hooves became smaller with little nubs appearing, branching from just below his wrist and ankle as his other digits started to re-emerge to slowly shift back to hands and feet. As the day went on, she managed to coax more personal facts out from him, now that he knew she would not judge him for it. Turns out; Marc is a furry. But an old 'friend' of his told him it seemed gay, and was very cold to him about it when he was young. That was the turning point for Marc. When he hid his true interests and started to put on his false bravado. Sure, it made him seem manly, and girls were attracted to him, guys thought he was cool. But... his interests were all elsewhere- so his illusion is a shallow one and won him no actual friends. It was that very act that caused Maranda herself to so quickly turn him down- like most people, she thought he was just a meathead. The thing he had been taught attracted people was ironically what was driving people off. Marc apparently had some pretty shitty friends when he was little that caused him to close himself off behind this mask of cliche manliness. Marc definitely still seemed pretty manly, but, definitely not a himbo. He has thoughts in that head of his, and feelings, and he likes various things- not just things that are traditionally manly or girly. He ended up talking to Maranda practically the entire work day, because it has been so long since he has thought it was okay to talk about this sort of stuff that he was absolutely gushing about it. Avelyn of course seen them talking for hours and had to skitter over them to glare at them with her many eyes like some unspoken threat. Maranda looked up at her with mild annoyance. "Can we help you?" "This isn't a hangout, it is a place of work." "We are discussing work." "You are talking about shows!" "Yes, anime. Our point of art reference, influences and inspirations... for a job that is entirely based on art. That is literally as close to on-topic as we could possibly be." Two of her eight eyes blinked on and off rapidly like a lightbulb that is about to go. Seems Maranda gave her a short-circuit. She guessed Avelyn isn't a computer after all; her processor isn't fast enough to figure that one out. Avelyn's joints sparked a moment and several of the legs started to break off at the joint! Her still fully-dressed human body fell out from the mechanical torso as it broke up at the seams and self-destruct, leaving her dazed and confused on the floor. To err is human. Maranda was having a hard time not looking at both her own junk and Marc's, because both sets kept shifting as the conversation went on. When Marc's stopped shrinking though; hers kept going. When the balls were only as large as grapes she grunt softly, shifting her legs to make it seem like her reaction was to a cramp in her leg. The little balls popped into her to finish their devolution inside of her pelvis while the scrotal flesh pulled taught and shrank down into regular skin. Her massive cock became a regular horse dick, then a small one. The coloration started to shift; the pink became desaturated and the dark brown skin started to fade into the same tone. The sheath regressed and joined to the medial ring as the edge became a foreskin. Then it was just a huge human penis, then a regular one, then a tiny one. Finally it started to look underdeveloped and no longer able to erect itself at all, then regressed till it was essentially just the glans and no shaft at all with a ring of soft skin around it, then it was no more. She almost thought that would be it, but then the muscles clenched on their own in her butt and thighs and she remembered she has more horse features than just the genitals! Oh boy was it ever hard to keep a straight face while this was happening, in the middle of a conversation with Marc. The hairs on her beautiful tail started to let go and dissolve into the air. Her butt and thighs started to lose muscle mass and compress in. Her hips felt a constant pressure, and eventually popped loudly which caused her to fall onto her ass; she just laughed it off, knowing he would only be capable of noticing her falling over- not WHY. She winced and could hear a gurgling sound as her hips shrank rapidly and squished all her internal organs around to work with the smaller space. Having her shape return to normal so quickly really helped to underline just how giant her ass had been in comparison. The flesh and blood portion of her tail is tiny, so by the time the hair had removed itself the tail itself was already gone along with it. Her thighs are still larger than normal though... it seems some of their size was due to cow, not horse. Her anus now did not project out either, which made her oversized canine vulva seem even more oversized than it already was because everything around it shrank but it did not. Marc paused his talking a moment as he blushed, glancing down but then back at her eyes quickly. "Uhm. Were you always not wearing...? Well, never mind I just thought... hmm." "Pants? I am part cow, bear, and dog, and Luna and Barry don't wear anything, so I was under the impression I wasn't supposed to." "Right, no, yea. I get it." "Also- you're one to talk." She smiled even though she was blushing too, as she motioned over his body. Marc covered his crotch and jumped forward so fast he cracked his forehead against his desk and almost knocked himself out! He is entirely human again- which means it is no longer normal for him to not be wearing clothes! Unlike Holly; he did not have a neatly folded pile of clothes ready to slap on already in the office. The clothes he had here last are destroyed- ripped to tatters by his growing body. Marc ran to the bathroom as fast as he could and Maranda wandered over and knocked on Barry's door. "Heyy... uhm, is there a way to get some spare clothes for Marc? He is stuck in the bathroom right now..." Barry furrowed his brow in confusion. "What happened to what he was wearing?" "He forgot to put it on this morning I guess, haha." "How-...what. How did he get all the way to work, and work for seven hours without anyone noticing he was naked?! Including himself?" Maranda just shrugged. "Weird things have been going on the office the last few days. Maybe its carbon dioxide poisoning? There are no windows in the office that lead outside, so no one's getting any fresh air." Barry sighed and nodded. "Yea, things have definitely been weird. I accidentally destroyed an outfit myself trying on human clothes. I don't even remember [b]why[/b]." He chuckled. "Too bad I destroyed that outfit- he could have just taken mine." Maranda wandered back out and glanced at the clock- there was not really enough time left in the day to sit down with Luna now. She approached the cow sitting in her own bean bag seat and started up a little conversation anyway, leading to her asking if she wanted to hang out after work. Luna was a bit reluctant, but agreed to hang out tomorrow after work- her place is a mess right now and she wanted to get it at least somewhat fixed up before inviting Maranda in. Yea... that makes sense. The transformation changed her, not her apartment. Maranda can only imagine the chaos trying to live normally as a huge cow would have caused. If she tried to sit in any normal chair, it will just break under her from the weight. Heck, her toilet would probably just barely hold her up, if at all. If her apartment is the same size as Maranda's then she wouldn't even be able to fit into the shower. No hands, so trying to prepare food probably amounted to her smacking her hooves against the vegetable crisper till she got it open enough to just munch on its contents with her face straight out of the fridge. Now that Maranda thought about it, was Luna even getting enough to drink? She can't stand so she can she even reach the sink to get water? Luckily, Luna thought of Maranda as much more of a friend than Maranda thought she was due, so getting her to agree to spend time with her wasn't too hard, or out of place. It was only now after talking with everyone else that Maranda was able to fully examine her own body and noticed she also has one less pair of breasts! Although, the same number of nipples. The lowest pair of breasts that had almost-black areola and nipples are gone as well as the areola- now it was just a pair of nipples and their color turned to neon pink instead of ultra-dark brown. The horse traits bled out of them, but the nipple count remained thanks to canine traits. The ones above that still had small breasts because it was from her re-allocated human traits, while her chest was dominated by bovine. [u][b][color=cornflowerblue]08 An Eve With Adam[/color][/u][/b] On her way home though, Maranda thought about Adam again. She looked at the schedule on the side of the bus shelter and seen where else it could take her along its route. Yea; she can get pretty close to his garage. Instead of taking the bus home, she took it to the garage where Adam works to pop in on him. By then it was almost dinner time so no actual customers were around- the front of the store was actually already closed, but the shutter doors on the several linked garages were partially open and you could still hear people working away. Adam was not at all hard to find- the floor around him is covered in multi-colored dog paw-prints. He was using stencils to help keep his lines crisp now since painting is considerably harder now that he is a dog. He is holding the paint sprayer in his mouth since he has no hands, and his kerchief is currently bunched up and tied over his nostrils to help protect him from the fumes. A rebreather isn't going to fit over a dog's muzzle, on top of the fact his sense is smell is much stronger as a dog, making the fumes twice as noxious. At least two of the other workers whistled at Maranda as she passed on her way to Adam, and she just rolled her eyes at them. Yikes... she does technically have her tits out... or, four of the six are anyway. Because of how far it projects and how big it is; her pussy can be seen from almost every angle as well. She doesn't have a tail anymore to at least cover it from the back. The click of her bovine hooves echoed in the large rooms she passed through- the floor is just bare concrete. Maranda knelt down beside Adam and pat him on the head from behind to get his attention. Unlike the other men, he was too absorbed in his work to notice her on his own. There is a radio playing in the background- you can tell Adam is the one who chose the station; its blaring classic rock hits. You'd think he was twice as old as he actually is from his taste in music. He is also the only person Maranda has ever known, to actually know all the words to 'Staying alive'. "Whaugh?" He dropped the sprayer. "Ack- w-what are you doing here Maranda?!" She laughed at his surprise. "Just checkin' on you~! I knew you would still be here, and I got off work already, sooo, why not, right?" He tried to make a face like he was disappointed and didn't care for her intruding, but it was adorable because in this form he can't stop his tail from wagging when he is happy- so you can immediately see his true feelings even when he tries to pretend. "Well... I got a long ways to go still. A lot of work to do. I don't know how I used to crank these out so fast... it is not that I am trying to go slower..." He glared at his work with an authentic look of frustration. He worked faster before because he was a human before. He is unable to understand he transformed, but still aware of the shortcomings, which to him is just confusing and disappointing. He is worse at his job now and unable to know why. Another of the workers called to Maranda. "Hey hot stuff~ you can bother me all you want." Their boss pointed the pressure washer hose at him. "I will literally shoot you." A pressure washer does blast water out hard enough to rip your skin off, so it's definitely not something you want pointed at you. He looked over to Adam. "Hey, why don't you take off. Get her away from these fucking animals." That was ironic, calling the human men animals in contrast to two literal animals. "But... this is taking so long already..." He lowered his ears. "Hey- it happens man. Still need eight hours sleep, doesn't matter how much work builds up, you still need to live too, 'else what is the point, right? Go on." Adam reluctantly put his equipment away and Maranda helped him put his kerchief back around his neck. Rather than go home, he took her around back and they climbed up onto the roof of the garage to hang out and talk for a while. Being only one level tall- this was by far the shortest building around aside from scattered gas stations. This deep in the city the sun vanished really fast behind all the tall buildings, so even though the sky was still fairly light; the streetlights were all on to keep the ground illuminated in the shadow of the city itself. They could hear the hum of the neon sign on the front of the building as the two of them sat behind it. There is the sound of rushing traffic as well- the tail end of rush hour as people return home for the night. The roof is not nearly high up enough that the bustle of the sidewalks is muted at all. Time to try and unravel why Adam is a dog. "So... you have any... dirty secrets?" "What? Where did that come from? You know all my secrets already." "Oh, I know, hehe~. But, I dunno... we haven't just hung out and did nothing for a while, right? We always get together to DO something, like shopping or taking me to work or whatever." "Well, and that time you talked me into people watching at a bar, trying to find someone to hit on." "Hah, yea." "What a horrible night. There are no gay bars in this city, I knew that would never work at a normal bar! And everyone there is at least half drunk, uuuugh." She laughed. "I know, but I was glad we could share the awful." "Misery likes company." "So... never do anything naughty? Still always just a perfect good boy?" "Yea..." He shrugged. "I mean, I am at work or just hanging around my place- when am I going to do anything wild in the first place?" There was a long pause before he spoke up again to break the silence. "I hope I don't lose my job... I was lucky to get this one." "Your boss seemed fine with it- you worry too much. Besides, your talents can carry you even if you do stumble. I mean, this isn't the only art job in the world." She motioned to herself. "Aaeeh, your job is totally different. You sit behind a desk in an office and-" "Do art. Like you. Except not on vehicles... at least not yet." "Yea, but like... I am around these rough and tumble type guys, and it is a very guy... job. It is more... normal, I guess, for lack of a better word." "But your gay, what do you care if you have a manly job or not? Wait, are you trying to pretend your straight now for some reason?!" She furrowed her brows trying to understand. "N-no! Everyone knows I am... sigh." There was another long silence, though now he had a bit of pained look on his face. Adam just looked up at the sky, trying to see the stars past the city lights but it was only darkness up there and the glow from below. "My dad is a real man's-man. You remember meeting him, right?" "Yea, his handshake almost broke my hand. He thought I was your girlfriend at first, heh." "Yea, that is him. In the attic... there is all this old stuff. Baseball bat and catcher's mitt... stuff like that. My dad got me a bunch of stuff when I was little like that and I just... didn't much care for it. I appreciated getting stuff but... yea. When I finally told my parents I was gay, my dad... froze up. It was like you could see his spirit melting away inside of him, but he eventually just smiled and said he was proud of me for telling them." "Yea... he seemed like he always supported you?" "He has. But... that somehow almost makes it worse." Adam's eyes looked hurt- he likely would be crying if his current species were capable of it. "He is so kind and understanding, but I let him down. I wasn't the son he wanted. I can never be that son. So I will always let him down. I thought, the least I could do was take up a manly profession, like working on cars, right? But, when I worked hard enough and they see what I was actually good at, I found this little niche where I fit in. Where I can work on art but still seem like one of 'the boys'." Tears started to fall from his eyes, and washed a trail of fur off the side of his face. Canine traits starting to melt away. Amanda hugged him tightly, to shield him from the cool night air as his fur evaporated and his body started to grow back to its proper size. Adam is very kind, like his father- it hurt to see him sad. So that is why he is always so eager to help everyone, to please everyone. He feels guilty, for being who he is. Maranda tells him it isn't his fault, and that his father is still proud of him no matter what. He was not what his father expected, but that doesn't mean his father is disappointed in what he got. Maranda could talk to him all night about it, but the only words that can heal Adam are from his own father. She told him he should call him, and talk to him about this. It won't be an easy topic to bring up, but it is something that needs to be done, to settle his soul. Adam is a good boy, and he deserves to live in peace. He should stop obeying people just because of a leash he imagined for himself. Maranda could feel her own canine traits shrinking away. Her giant projected vulva regressing back, and the remaining mammaries occupying her upper crotch tightened back into her and faded away. She shivered not from temperature, but from feeling as her own fur started to drop away- apparently cow and bear traits were not strong enough to maintain a pelt on her by themselves. The splotches remained as a discoloration on her skin after the fur over them disintegrated. It was good to see her best friend return to his body right in her own arms. She has only seen him completely naked once before- he was trying on some of her clothes and she pants'ed him by the mirror. It was in her own bedroom so it's not like anyone else seen, it was funny! Adam's head rest against her giant breasts by the time he grew fully back to normal, but they were both too distracted in the emotion of the situation for that fact to even register. Adam pulled away rather suddenly and his eyes shivered back and forth as the gears in his brain started to turn again- now putting together information the spell made impossible before. "My clothes-!" "Hold on." She crossed her arms over her top and grabbed it from the bottom. She is still wearing the large sweater from the other day, since it is so stretchy. Luna was wearing her sweater still today too, but that is probably because it's too tight for her to even remove it anymore. He blushed even brighter. "W-what are you-...?" She had to shimmy back and forth to wedge her giant tits out of her sweater. They fit well because they are so amorphous and squish outward to take whatever space is available, but that meant it was harder to unpack them after. She isn't wearing a bra obviously either, so she winced when the shirt popped off their lower curve only to get caught on her teats for a moment. When she finally got her sweater off she tossed it to Adam. The sweater is so large and so stretched thanks to her massive tits that when he puts it on it covers him low enough to juuuust hide his bits. Luckily his car was down at the back of the building- in the seven spaces reserved for staff parking. They both dashed down the stairs on the back of the building to go from the roof to his car as quickly as possible. Adam paused again, looking at the boxes on his petals and the booster seat with his eyebrow furrowed. "What... the heck have I been doing?" "I could tell you, but you will literally never believe me." As he was tossing the items into the back of his car and starting it up, Maranda looked outside and seen the snowflakes slowly falling in the headlights. It had gotten cold enough again to snow. That made her feel rather snug in the car with Adam... even if she was entirely naked now. Hopefully the snow will actually stick around this time- she was tired of looking at ugly mounds of slush and ice. On the drive home Maranda was so caught up thinking about Adam and his troubles that she forgot to be embarrassed about being naked. Everyone else thinks its normal, so it's not like she will get arrested for nudity. She is still however the only bear-cow-woman in the world and has massive boobs, so people absolutely will still stare at her wherever she goes. Good thing it is night now. Adam drove her home, thanking her again for the sweater and promising to give it back tomorrow once he gets his own stuff on. That night, Maranda went to sleep quickly, and slept very soundly. The next morning, now that her hips were normal and her thighs... well, halfway normal; she could once again wear pants, and got herself another large long-sleeve, though this one was a thinner material, which unfortunately flaunted the steep curves of her soft, wobbly breasts. Just two to go and she will be normal again. Almost as much as if felt like she was fighting for normalcy again... it felt like she was correcting a grievous mistake. These are the people she lives with regularly... she should really know these things already. This entire mess is built on her own misinformation- because she judged the book by its cover. That is no doubt what Baph meant by [i]'learning her lesson'[/i]. She let her perception of them corrupt how she interacts with them and feels about the things they do. So the annoyance she felt about them was ultimately entirely her own doing- she was never annoyed with them, she was annoyed with the image she projected onto them. [u][b][color=blueviolet]09 Sour Milk[/color][/b][/u] The work day went... quite normal. [i]Too normal[/i]. In comparison to how chaotic things have been, the calm now only served to make Maranda more nervous about the coming night with Luna. She does not want to be a partner in crime on Luna's adventures with men. She is a little jealous of how easily she can hook a guy, but not jealous with how many she throws herself at, or how she always leaves them high and dry after wringing them out for freebees. Maranda knows that is no misconception because Luna herself brags about it, and her social media accounts might as well be a crime report. At the same time though... Luna has never been anything but nice to Maranda, and seems to have an illusion of Maranda being a better friend to her than she has actually been. Maranda apparently helped her through rough high school years without actually intending to or realizing it. After work, Luna gave Maranda a ride in an... unfortunately small car. In order for Luna to fit into her own vehicle as a cow, the front seat needs to be literally laying down flat against the [b]BACK[/b] seat. She is basically lying on the seat! That means she is operating the pedals with her [b]front[/b] hooves, and the steering wheel with her face! Maranda was once again terrified to be in a vehicle with a creature that has absolutely no business driving a car. She managed to get home safely enough... although that is the slowest Maranda has ever seen someone go on those streets. It might have actually been faster to just walk. Maranda offered to help Luna get into her place, but she insisted she was fine. She is able to use her very large cow tongue to manipulate keys and doorknobs... hopefully her saliva is equally skilled at breaking down the sheer amount of bacteria they are probably covered in. Her apartment is quite clean, and... quite posh too. The living room wall is entirely glass, overlooking the city- though her apartment is only on the sixth floor so she isn't high enough to overlook much. Still a lot nicer than Maranda's tiny box. Luna once again insisted on making them dinner... unsurprisingly, it was a large salad. Even if she could prepare meat somehow without having hands- her quad chambered bovine stomach isn't going to be able to break meat down properly. She is a herbivore in this form. It was a nice salad though- kale leaves, black olives, and instead of dressing- a bucket of cottage cheese. Simple, but nice. Luna blew in a closet and had to turn her head from a cloud of dust a moment. "Oof. I had this old board game since college- my mom got it for me thinking I could play it with 'friends'. It has literally never been opened." She grabbed the box and slid it out to bring over to the living room table. There is a couch on either side of the table, with the television on a stand against the glass wall. Hmm, there she goes mentioning a lack of friends again. That is probably why she latched onto her memories of Maranda so readily. Was Maranda the only one who showed Luna any actual kindness? Without even meaning to? "I remember you being so popular in high school. What happened?" Luna sat on the opposite couch and placed her fore hooves on her udder and tugged back, making the teats and front of the udder flop up and down. "I wasn't popular- these were. In high school, most boys would cut off their own arm to stand in the shadow of tits like mine. And as the default 'beautiful one', most girls wanted to be in my good favor. They were nice to me, I went to tons of parties, and I had a lot of fun- not going to lie. But at the end of the day... they weren't really friends. If I got depressed, they did not want to hear it. If I got in some shit, they didn't have my back. They didn't want a friend, they wanted some pretty titties to snap selfies with. And my track record with romantic relationships- as you know- is an absolute travesty. I don't trust boys to keep their hands to themselves, so it isn't like the relationship could advance very far anyway. Anyway! Enough of that! Let's have some fun!" It was a tender topic, so Maranda did not want to poke at the wound too much. As they played the board game, she noticed fur lengthening on Luna's head. It started to turn back into her shimmering black human hair! She is getting humanity back- though quite slowly. By the time they finished the game, she almost had hands. Her dew claws had evolved into a finger and thumb- but the ends of all her digits are still dominated by a hoof segment, and she is one finger short per hand. Her udder certainly showed no signs of going away- so Maranda's adopted traits did not budge. Afterward, to show Maranda a bit of proof of what they talked about earlier; Luna pulled out her high school yearbooks. As expected; the first year was absolutely covered with signatures, tiny pen sketches and short messages and even two phone numbers- most likely from boys. The next book had a bit less- and there was no scribbles or short messages, just signatures. The next only had a few, and one single message. The last one hit Maranda right in the heart... she thought she just happened to be the first one she asked that year... Maranda's own signature is the only one in Luna's fourth yearbook. Maranda sort of ignored the social groups entirely in high school, so her view of who is popular or not was very surface level, and she apparently read Luna wrong entirely. Granted... the fact she was known far and wide to be someone who deliberately stomps on the hearts of men probably did not help her popularity. After so many boys get burned, they start warning away the others. As the night went on, little by little, bits of human Luna started to emerge from the cow. Her face compressed back in and her head returned to human size. Then her neck and torso. Her hands returned finally to normal. Her feet remained hooves, she kept her bovine horns, and her udder absolutely refused to shrink. Why is Luna's traits being so stubborn? What was Maranda still missing? Luna seemed genuine to her, so it's not like she was deliberately keeping secrets. Maranda thought she knew everything about Adam too though- and it turned out the part she was missing was a link to someone else entirely. Through the whole night, though she was having fun with Luna laughing and talking about random nothings... the second last yearbook stuck in Maranda's head. There was one message written in that one by another girl; [i]'sorry about your family'[/i]. What happened? It was not a question that could be approached with much grace no matter how hard you try. Maranda held her tongue till much later in the night. They both lost track of time so Luna insisted she just stay the night, and got a pillow and blanket for Maranda to sleep on the couch. With a view of the city through the nearby window, it is a comfortable place to sleep even if it isn't a proper bed. "I have fallen asleep more times out here than I can count, myself." Every time she stopped moving in this demi-cow form she had to crouch a bit to brace herself- her udder is so monstrously enormous compared to the rest of her that the force of it swinging is nearly enough to yank her over! "H-hey... Luna, do you get along with your family?" "Huh? Yea, why?" "Really? Both parents?" "Yeeaaa...? I mean, I don't talk to them much these days, but it's not like we got into any fights or anything. Why?" "I was just wondering, because you never told me anything about your family before, and I was starting to wonder if you maybe had a falling out." "Nah, they're fine. Just don't talk to 'em much since I left home for college then got my own apartment." She sat on the arm of the couch as Maranda placed the pillow and unfolded the blanket. "Barry has quite the family line- if you believe any of it. A long history of warriors!" She did an imitation of his voice. Luna laughed. "Oh gosh- you should have seen Barry when we were starting up. Because I worked there almost two years before you came around; I had to deal with proto-Barry." "I cannot imagine him anything other than the big, warm goof." "It is all an act you know? I mean, not the warm part- Barry is a pretty cool guy. But, he is always super nervous and self-conscious. Tell him his fly is undone and he will look; [i]Every. Single. Time.[/i]" "Whaaat? But, he is always so chill about things. People been smashing office furniture left and right the last week and he just shrugs it off." She tried to keep her expression normal, even though the muscles in her face shifted slowly and the bone became pressurized- threatening to re-compress. "That is why he is so boisterous and outgoing in the first place! He wants people to see he is actively doing something, checking on people, making sure things are running smooth. Ever since landing a job as our [i]'fearless leader'[/i] he has been afraid that he will lose his job- that he isn't good enough for the shoes he was made to fill. That is why Barry will never sit still- it makes him nervous. When he checks on everything constantly it puts his mind at ease. Sometimes it is a bit annoying when he pops his head over your shoulder two or three times a day but... I dunno, I am fine with it. I just tell him he is doing fine. He made the hustle in the early days when the place was struggling to get its stride; he will be fine now that the gears are turning." She glanced at the clock. "Anyway, I better get to sleep." "Y-yea. Night." Maranda would have said more, but her face was in the middle of compressing into itself! Her entire head was reforming and shrinking down, returning to human. She learned about the true face of Barry through Luna! Her bear traits are no more! Maranda was unable to remove those giant udders from Luna though. Even from the couch you could hear her bed springs creak in the other room from the sheer weight of that thing being dropped on it. What was that message in her yearbook about then? If she didn't have any family problems? Maranda was half expecting to hear that her parents were rich snobs who were never home or something like that. Luna uses several social media platforms... instead of sleeping, Maranda took out her cell phone and started to look at Luna's accounts, flipping down to see how far back the account dated. On the oldest, there was several people saying they were sorry about the news, sorry about her family and several deleted posts that may have been people talking about it who were not sorry. There is a four year gap from those messages to when Luna herself started to say anything on the account again. So what the hell actually happened? None of her social media accounts actually said anything about an incident, so running out of ideas; Maranda instead googled Luna's name. Maybe there is an alternate account she doesn't know about or something. Her heart tightened immediately at the results. Luna's full name produced no results- but her last name by itself brought up plenty. All of which talking about her uncle- the convicted pedophile. Oh dear god no. The reason she hates all men. It is a self-defense mechanism. She is emotionally incapable of allowing them to get close to her. She uses her own sexuality to lure them in as a means of controlling the situation- ensuring that she always has the upper hand. She uses them as tools and discards them first, to prevent them from ever being able to use her instead. Luna may not have been one of her uncle's victims, but if he was ever close enough to her you could imagine at least something going wrong. Especially since she was such an early bloomer- she already had those large breasts by the time she was in grade 8. And just being that close to someone who does something like that in the first place is scarring. If your own family turns out to be like that... how do you learn to trust anyone again? Maranda felt dizzy and sick from this revelation, and did not even notice past her emotions that her breasts were finally starting to shrink- the two nipples being drawn together and fusing back into one. In the other bedroom, the giant hill under the sheets finally started to shrink away as Luna herself is returned fully to the beautiful woman she is meant to be. A woman with a scarred heart, from having been shattered to bits and slowly healed by its own will over many, many years. That is why she absolutely refused to ask Marc to help milk her the other day, she doesn't trust men- with anything, ever. She likes Barry and she even refused to ask him. As a fellow woman that she knew- Maranda was the only one she would trust. Maranda finally fell asleep that night with a tear wedged in the corner of an eye, for a friend she never knew she had made. Since Luna transformed back while in her own bed, she was able to scramble the next morning to dress herself- confused why she was only wearing a sweater that is now ten times too large for her. The loyal sweater managed to stay with her through being a cow, but is now too badly stretched for any human to wear properly. Maranda was not wearing socks or shoes, so Luna leant her some and whipped them both up a quick breakfast to get ready to drive to work. She will be able to drive a lot faster now that she has actual hands. Maranda was quite spaced out that morning, thinking about what she learned, and spoke up quietly while eating breakfast with Luna. "Hey, Luna?" "Hmm?" "I need to have you over to my place now to make up for eating two meals and sleeping at yours." Luna laughed. "Sure." "My place is a cardboard box compared to yours though. Hey... uh... do you ever see yourself getting a boyfriend? I mean, to date, for real." Luna's face immediately became more serious, though still at least a little aloof since it was talk between girlfriends. "Not really, no. I mean, the idea of finding Mr. Right is fun and all but it’s the real world- [i]there is no Mr. Right.[/i]" "No one is perfect, no, but I mean I ain't perfect and I am still your friend, right? There are all sorts of guys out there... sure some of them are morons- but not all of them." Luna rest her chin on her overlapped hands; her elbows on the table. "I suppose. Why so curious about my love life?" "Because you showed me those empty yearbooks. I am glad I could be there for you- even if I wasn't even aware that I was. But... I don't want to be the only name written in your life. I don't want you to be lonely..." Luna groaned, though had a sympathetic look on her face. "I am a tough girl Maranda, I will be okay without a lot of friends. I know there must be guys out there who could be fun, or kind... but I don't want to put myself out there. I don't want to sift through the shit to find the good ones." Maranda bit her lip a moment nervously. "What if... I found him instead?" "H-huh?" Life finally returned to normal for Maranda- and everyone else too, even if they were unaware anything changed in the first place. Barry was once again a normal man, but kept his standing desk even after gaining the ability to use chairs again. As overly leery as she was about the whole thing; Luna played along with Maranda's idea, and her first date with Marc actually turned out great! She was afraid of the muscle-bound meathead, but it turns out he wasn't a meathead at all. He took her to see a kaiju movie and they went back to her place and played some multiplayer video games together later! Once Adam had his hands back, he went extra-hard on that truck mural he had been working on and made an absolutely amazing piece- and was sure to send Maranda photos of it once it was done, as requested. Maranda never broke her curse. She never found Baph again, so the spell was never actually lifted. If she meets someone new, and thinks she has their personality down without getting the facts; she can once again turn them into a feral animal and herself into a weird hybrid. But if she gets to know the people she meets, or just doesn't try to label them in her head in the first place- then the curse doesn't affect her. Maranda has no complaints about the people she works with anymore- they are all sort of friends at this point. Her life was never really rough to begin with, she just wasn't able to see it for what it was until now. She supposes that in that sense; Baph helped her, rather than curse her. It helped everyone- not just Maranda. As much as they are all a part of her- she is also a part of them. She flopped back in bed, finally able to relax again after so much chaos for so long. She giggled naughtily as she grabbed up her dildo and slipped it inside. Geeze, was her dildo always this smal- "OH CRAP the old man!" Oh right, the guy she turned into a dick. Eh. His life expectancy is probably longer as a penis.
(TF the entire world, wolf, horse, cow, bird, rat, snake, gorgon, etc.) The kingdom of Etabed is a prosperous one, surrounded by vast grasslands painted across shallow hills. To the east a titanic lake, and to the north the rivers that feed it from the ice-tipped mountain range in the distance. Etabed is the furthest kingdom to the north- no one yet knows what lay beyond those mountains. It is ruled by the noble King Pathos Regail- a man known to weigh all his decisions carefully in favor of the many. Though getting on in age he still performs his weighty job with diligence. One day Pathos was to hold an audience with the magnus of Etabed; Telal Ethos. Magnus is a title rarely given at all, it signifies a level of skill in the arts of magic that is unrivaled. Someone so proficient that no one else can come even close, and for Etabed that person is Telal. She slowly wheeled herself up the red carpet past the marbled pillars and royal purple drapes hanging between them lining the path to Pathos' throne. As the Magnus- Pathos has held council with her on many occasions over the years so none of the knights even checked with her- she could wheel herself into the castle whenever she wanted. Telal is crippled- an unfortunate accident when she was little. Roughhousing with another kid when she was very young, she tumbled back and snapped her spine on a rock, and the apothecary was unable to restore mobility to her legs. Her wheelchair is her chariot- Arch Tree wood bordered in a gilded steel filigree frame. Her extremely long crimson hair trails on the red carpet behind her almost perfectly blended in. Telal is quite beautiful, and dressed in a black gown for her audience with the king. Usually, he is the one to summon her, not the other way around. Telal took a deep breath and Pathos motioned to her to speak with a sympathetic look. "The kingdom is at your back as always, Telal. You have nothing to be stressed over here." She shook her head, then brushed some of her extremely long hair from the edges of her face, pausing and then holding her hand out with a weak smirk- showing the king how her hands trembled with nervousness. "I come bearing news of a cataclysmic scale." She breathed out heavily- you could hear a shudder in her throat as well. "Though extremely dangerous to myself- I managed to momentarily step outside of the flow of time using my magic. For a moment I gained a sixth sense- a sense of time. It was so... strange, and eerie. I was able to see how things were, are, and will be all at the same time. I could look at someone and all at once see everything they will ever be." She paused a moment, then slowly bowed her head. "I wanted to see if I could foresee any potential problems for the kingdom to see if I could cut them off before they happen but... what I saw was a much greater problem. To the whole world." She fell silent. Pathos furrowed his brow. "But it has not yet come to pass, surely we can do what we can to suppress it?" "King Regail..." It had been a long time since she addressed him as the commoners do. "I know what I must do to fix this problem, but... to do so, I must become your enemy." "What..?" "I am sorry. This kingdom... is part of the problem." ----- Logos Darkrain is a behemoth of a man and looks mighty intimidating even after his hair turns a deep grey with age. At 67 years old, he has retired from his lofty position in Etabed's regal justice. He had been the Justicarious; a rank that was essentially both judge and jury in one. He had the power to both convict and sentence. Logos is known to be fair to all he judged but also unrelentingly strict. He follows an unbending ruleset that he refuses to make exceptions in, for anyone- regardless of the situation. Because of this, he is often described as being cold and unfeeling- he does not regard his or anyone else's emotions when making a judgment call; the rules and cold logic are the only deciding factors. His hair is to the base of his neck and combed back- formerly black but now a solid dark grey. Logos' beard is bushy and bristly; mid-length and connects up to his hair on either side. His eyes are a blue so pale they too almost look silver or grey. He has cream-colored skin and is still very muscular even now that he is three years retired and at 6'4" he is taller than the average person as well. He lives in a large log manor at the fringes of the hinterlands toward the southwest corner of the Etabed. It is peaceful here, far from the kingdom's heart and the many towns dotting the major trade routes into it. As lord of this quadrant of land, he is still far from the only person present. In addition to his manor house, there are several small homes encapsulated in sharpened log palisade walls that house his vassals- both servants and their families. Because it borders the untamed hinterlands- he keeps a pack of wolves as pets to help hunt more dangerous prey, as wolves are also the figurehead of his family's crest. Logos makes his way from the great hall after an early dinner to his manor. He is made to pause several times as vassals stop to ask him questions or inform him of trouble or successful hunts. Unlike most lords; this only stops him momentarily. Because Logos only makes decisions based on rules and logic, he concludes makes his reply almost immediately and then moves on. There is no room for discussion with him. His wife Allya was hiding behind the door in the manor when he entered so he was unable to see her till the door closed and she jumped him from behind. Of course, he did not jump- it was impossible to startle the stern lord. She did get a smile out of him at least. She is wrapped in a very long, loose gown that almost looks like she has wrapped herself in a red velvet drape. Allya whispers in his ear that the good lord still needs a worthy heir, and with a smirk he bows a moment, puts his arm between her legs, and picks her up with one arm, to carry to the bedroom! Allya is twelve years younger than Logos, so she is 55- and looks younger still. There are no grey hairs on her head yet. They had been trying for a child for many years- but only had time to earnestly do so since he retired. Allya was yet to deliver on this, however, making her rather nervous. She did not want to be the one to end his prestigious bloodline because her womb was not fertile enough. He hears a bit of commotion from down in the stables, and a stable hand laughing and telling one of the horses to calm itself down- he just shrugged and closed the curtain on the window. The curtains are dark green with golden hem- casting the room in a dim green light once closed. The wood the manor is made from is a very dark brown, and the carpet and bedding in his room is a slate grey- fully adorning his space in earthen colors. All Allya needs to do to fully undress is pull a single golden crest off from where her loose gown is synched and it completely falls off her on its own. Her hair is extremely wavy golden brown and hangs to her upper back- her lower back perhaps if you pulled it straight. She stands only as tall as Logos' lower ribs and walks up to him to undress him as he simply stands there and watches her naked body, working up to full erection as she disrobes him. When she wiggles his pants down his cock flicks up and loudly slaps the trail of pubes leading up his abs to his navel. His phallus is seven inches- impressive but not abnormally large. It is however impressively girthy for its length and riddled with fat veins, making it a challenge to take on regardless. Most of the nerves in a vagina concentrate around the opening and the rest are in the clitoris alone- so it is girth, not length that will make a woman squeal. When he is undressed save for the old amulet he never removes; Allya gently puts her small warm hands on his hard abs shoves him onto the bed into a sitting position and then sits on his lap. She sat down teasingly so his hard cock popped up between her thighs and she rocks her hips so her plush, labia rub against the top of his phallus- they are already blushing in arousal. She gives him a teasingly gentle thigh-job but Logos furrows his brows a bit, noticing her rump takes up more space than it usually does. It is fairly slow so it takes him a few moments to realize it is expanding! It is actively growing as she works his dick! Her butt cheeks expand and become rounder and even her hips seem to be very gradually growing! Transformation magic, huh? A bit more exotic than he normally likes, but, he is not opposed. Allya starts to moan and her breathing deepens as her arousal lifts into levels it has rarely ever attained. Her clit pulses powerfully and after a few moments, she notices it growing too! More of it becomes exposed outside of her clitoral hood; a swelling knot of tightened pleasure nerves. She becomes more frantically aroused herself, causing her to quickly abort her teasing of Logos and rock far enough forward to sit back down and spear herself on his shaft, unable to hold back. He quickly grabs her plump C-cup breasts and pulls her back against himself as he squirms up the bed with her on top of him. She holds her upper half up with her arms and bounces her expanding rump off his lap. With every clench of her hungry pussy the labia seem to fatten- the skin getting thicker and darker but no less soft and rubbery. Her clit continues to swell fatter and larger itself- pulled as taut as it can go so that every new pulse stretches it a tiny bit larger! Her tailbone starts to squirm and muscles start to branch down into it, making it look like a plump little cone before sparse hairs start to grow on it! It is not simply a transformation to her figure- she is changing to be more animal! Every time she spears herself on his turgid cock, her vaginal muscles clench from the pleasure in an inward rippling that feels like her body is trying to draw him deeper... except on this particular occasion; it IS drawing him deeper! She must have cast a spell on HIM too- Logos can feel his cock growing! The portion beyond the foreskin seems to stretch a tiny bit more than the rest, causing his phallus to outgrow its foreskin unusually. Given her changes are animal- his likely are as well. He is outgrowing his foreskin because it is slowly becoming a sheath instead. Allya was breathing heavily now and her bouncing on Logos' lap became stuttered as she became distracted with something on her own body- reaching down quickly to touch herself. Logos sits up partially and can see around her side; a whole new set of endowments! Two plump ebon-skinned cones grew from her crotch and rapidly fattened into small tits! They expanded into each other forming a small equine udder!! Logos grabbed her by the hip with one hand to hold her to him and then flipped both of them over with his other arm, reversing their positions to continue this doggy style- allowing him to once again reach around to fondle her endowments for her; but this time also putting her udder into his reach. Her labia continued to billow out fatter with each clench, turning darker and darker till they matched the coloration of her udder. Her clit now the size of a Ping-Pong ball was swallowed in the surrounding flesh, but yanked itself out to part the curtains when it clenches- often letting out a few drops of natural lube from her inner passage in doing so. When Logos thrusts into her, her body rocks forward from the force and her developing tail becomes longer as the wave travels through it. The flesh and blood portion does not expand far, but the hair however does... a horse tail. The hair on it matches the hair on her head though- so it becomes wild-looking from all the powerful waves in it. She tickles his abs with it flicking around without Allya even being aware she is doing it. Logos feels rather pent up as his balls swell larger! His scrotum pulls smooth as the skin becomes denser and darkens to match Allya's engorged genitals. Her butt grows slowly but has refused to stop- now large enough to overflow Logos' much larger lap. It wobbles on impact from his thrusts but does not jiggle... it is expanded with muscle, not fat. Her thighs expand to try and keep up, but they both fail to notice that her middle toes are unusually large as well, and even the nail on said toe has expanded into a dark grey block... her feet slowly start to devolve into hooves. Her ears start to become pointed and synch tighter with newborn muscles at their base to grant them mobility. Her hairline starts to progress down her neck in the back and her neck itself starts to bulk with muscle slightly! Allya's ass is now absolutely massive and extremely disproportionate to the rest of her body- a freakishly extreme pear-shaped figure. Her pussy must be expanding in overall size to keep pace- because Logos continues to grow yet she continues to be able to take his member. His balls swing forward and clap over her enormous clit now with their increased weight, causing powerful surges of pleasure up through Allya's body, weakening her limbs and causing her to collapse forward. Her arms have not changed unlike her enlarging rump and legs, so her arms gave out, and put her face down on the bed while her legs keep her butt thrust up into Logos. He holds her plump little udder tightly from around her sides. Logos groans as his muscles start to twitch slightly and flex on their own, expanding a bit bitter now in tiny pulses. Veins were pinched between flexing muscle and tightening skin, becoming fat and projected around his crotch as they struggled to feed his growing beasthood. His foreskin fattens and starts to pull back a bit- eventually popping back out of Allya entirely; too loose and too thick to fit into her properly- it is now a sheath regardless, and not meant to penetrate anything. His shaft gets darker, longer, and thicker. Veins now as big around as his fingers! A medial ring forms just behind his glans and even more shaft starts to slide out and divide from the existing pillar as his phallus becomes telescopic! The corona becomes bumpy- dragging the sensitive nerves along the muscle ribs of Allya's inner pussy. Her vagina grips him as the corona grows in width, causing it to be bent forward and back with his thrusts against the tight space. He hears dull, hollow pops from her spine and her entire torso gets slightly longer! Her entire lower body now growing. Every time his dick is sucked a bit longer by the vacuum seal of her hungry cunt; Logos feels he must bottom out soon from growing far too large, but every time he is proven wrong as Allya's hole becomes larger and hungrier! Allya's anus as well becomes dark and then the sphincter muscle flexes and grows in size, causing the whole opening to project outward a bit into a rubbery doughnut of flesh. This happens to Logos as well- but he takes longer. The darkness of flesh and expansion of size travels up from his balls through his taint, causing it to billow out before it reaches his anus. He then unintentionally thrusts into Allya hard enough to wind her a moment because of a sharp explosion of pleasure, followed by a gush of precum as his prostate balloons in size inside of him! Logos's entire body started to get a little bit larger as his muscles increased in size but also started to deform slightly. Their structure seemed to be adopting the shape of a horse before the rest of his body was, causing them to not quite properly align. Allya's feet stretched and the bones grew into one another becoming a cannon bone, while her middle toe expanded to devour the surrounding ones, leaving her with a horse hoof in place of her former feet. This completed the look of a full-sized mare- but localized almost entirely into her bottom half, making it wildly disproportionate to her still almost entirely petite human upper half. Finally, Logos let go of her teats and collapsed forward, catching himself on the bed before pinning Allya below him and erupting cum into her. His now ostrich-egg-sized testicles were not just for show- the jets of cum he fired were both more forceful and larger than he could have ever produced before and he filled the remaining space in her vagina with his cum in mere moments, overflowing her slightly despite of her vastly increased size. She collapsed completely flat, moaning as she gently ground her udder into the sheets below her. Logos sat up and then flopped back, drawing his softening cock from her. It was absolutely giant- and mostly equine looking, but the glans seem to have kept their human shape other than the increased size, and bumpy corona. "Well, that was... something. You should warn me beforehand if you are going to use magic in the bedroom, heh." "Hmmm, oka- wait, what?" She rolled over with her brows furrowed in confusion. "I would have told you." "Except?" "What do you mean?" "Well, you didn't tell me this time, is what I meant. It isn't that big of a deal." Now she started to look worried. "I... thought you were doing that." "You didn't do this?" He sat upright. "You are not joking are you, because this is a serious offense of privacy invasion otherwise. Someone will have to be punished for this, well-intentioned or not." Allya softly shook her head. She thought Logos was using transformation magic, and he thought Allya was using it. Neither of them knew this was going to happen! Allya's spine had partially shifted, so she could not even stand fully upright properly now! When she tries to get up, she is forced to bow forward a bit because her legs and spine do not bend properly to allow normal upright mobility. Logos is now so tall he has to duck to fit through doorways, and his body feels a bit stiff and awkward because his muscles are misshapen. He also cannot properly do up his pants because his genitals do not entirely fit inside of them. His cock has a sheath to retract into, but his balls alone are now large enough to fill his underpants, not even giving the sheath room to wedge in there with them. As soon as he walked out into the court of his forest bastion he was met with utter chaos. The first thing his eyes fixated on was a stallion wearing the blown-out clothing of the stable hand Logos glanced out the window before having sex. The young man had been turned entirely into a horse, and one of the mares was presenting her rump to him, swatting him in the face with her tail trying to entice the boy to mount- but he was too confused and worried to be worked into an erection. In contrast to him was a naked woman with horse hooves for feet, a horsetail, and the genitals of a mare. She looks confused but not particularly worried, and keeps futzing with ill-fit reins tethering her to the stall... it isn't supposed to be a woman at all. It was a horse, turned into a human. As soon as one of the elder men spotted Logos, he shoved the lord back into his manor and slammed the door behind him to mute the chaos outside. The horse turned woman and the man turned horse was only what Logos had examined in detail- he had seen several such things scattered about the court. An old hunter on his knees growling as he tenderly held his exposed member as it was forced beyond a full erection and the internal pressure deformed its shape- foreskin peeling off the shaft as it turned to a furry sheath and a canine member started to emerge. Wolves plodding around loose in the court looking more like werewolves- still beasts but with added human traits making their forms gangly and better suited for bipedal movement. A handmaiden who went to see what the commotion was, and now flushed with the sensation of going into heat as her genitals turned to those of a wolf, causing her to frantically drop her skirt and rub it against any surface she could find trying to cure the incessant itch as a fluffy tail started to grow out. Even Samas- the elder that shooed Logos back into his manor was not all human anymore. His ears were those of a wolf, and his size and musculature greatly increased with equine traits. His middle fingers had enlarged ahead of the rest to devolve into hooves but his other fingers were developing paw pads on them and their nails turned to wolf claws! "What in Dirocke is happening out there, Samas?? Who would dare assault my home? And why? I know I have not made many friends in my career, but I am retired... I am no longer a logical target." "I haven't a clue my lord, but it seems to be swapping everyone, so staying inside is your best bet." Samas looked him over and then blushed slightly. "Though, it seems its effects can go through walls too, just not as fast." "S-swapping?" "Animals to humans, and humans to animals. People who were closest to the horses are turning into horses, and the horses are slowly becoming more human. The same is true for the wolves. I noticed the connection when my...ah... my uh, wife grew an enormous bushy tail..." "She was near the wolves?" "N-no, she was in our bedroom- she grew a tail much, much larger than that. There was apparently a squirrel that was making a nest in our roof. And now the squirrel is the size of a small human child and stuck in the roof- no longer able to fit out the hole it made for itself, and my wife had to relocate to the basement to avoid becoming more of a rodent." "Is... is it complete? What of their mental state?" Samas nodded, but also groaned and stumbled back against the wall. His boots groaned even louder than he, and the seams started to burst revealing an expanding horse hoof inside. "The men and women slowly forget themselves, and the animals seem to gain a rudimentary intellect beyond their station." Logos nodded. "Expanded intellectual capacity- but not transferred knowledge. So they are not body-swapping... it is giving the animals humanity and beasthood to the humans..?" "Darrian rode out immediately to the capital to tell of what is happening... Gods only know if he got anywhere before turning into a steed himself, riding atop a new, naked man." Samas shook his head sadly, leaning even more heavily against the wall as he became taller from his legs devolving into those of a horse. Logos also groaned, reaching around to rub his back before being startled by a dull pop in his back and a strange squelching feeling in his body as his entire torso stretched longer. A few minutes later Allya made her way awkwardly down the polished dark wood stairs from the bedroom, holding her gown to her front rather than putting it on as it would no longer fit her. Her middle fingers were now huge with blocky nails and her neck and torso were even longer still making it very difficult to remain upright! Her hair extended now into a full mane! Her nostrils flared and enlarged and the bridge of her nose popped with a hollow sound and expanded wider. Logos helped hold her upright but she leaned on him heavier and heavier. Logos usually makes decisions on the fly with no effort at all, but for once he was puzzled. He made his choices on logic and rules but this has never happened before- there are no rules on this particular situation. There is not enough information for him to make a call as to what they can do. He, Allya, and Samas relocated to the wine cellar of the manor- the furthest place they could get from any animals to try and wait things out, to see if Darrian could return with help. There was no knowing how far-reaching the spell effects were. Even covering his entire forest bastion with an effect like this is beyond any normal sorcerer. Even in the cellar however they still transformed very slowly- the stables were just outside the manor, between it and the great hall. The transformations on the outside seemed to progress at a mixed pace. It formed a siphon between man and beast- so if a human stands between another human and animal- they will turn but the person they got in front of will be shielded from any changes till they are fully animal. And someone who is turned animal cannot pass their beasthood to another human to turn partially back- only an actual beast can pass beasthood. So for that same reason- an animal turned human cannot turn back animal by exposing themselves to other feral beasts- they are stuck human. Duncan, the bastion's smithy found his wife shrinking in size and growing a powdery soft fur, till he found her loose clothing on the floor with a ferret crawling around in it. Where his wife's pet ferret had been was now a gorgeous naked woman, utterly clueless as to what was going on. Old man Hoss up in the rookery shrank into the body of a messenger pigeon, while several pigeons grew in size and suddenly became terrible at flying. There were more than enough birds to turn Hoss himself into one, but only one man in the rookery, spread between many birds, so none of the birds gained enough humanity to even vaguely resemble a human. Several vassals of the bastion evacuated entirely- running into the surrounding woods. As dangerous and untamed as the forest is- they assumed if they got far enough they would exit the spell radius. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Samas stood between Allya and the front of the wine cellar, deliberately taking the beasthood first to shield the lord and lady of the bastion- his final act of service to them. He swelled huge with muscle as his bones popped and clicked into new positions; shoulder blades rotating forward, rib cage changing dimension, and hips expanding. His clothes yanked tight and seams burst one by one as holes shred into weakened points across the fabric, trying to make room. As the stable hand Logos had seen earlier; Samas was eventually reduced to a stallion wearing the torn remnants of his former outfit. Logos seen Allya was already extremely absentminded- she could not hold onto a thought for long and spoke in simplified, short sentences. Having nothing else to do, and since her intellect was dwindling regardless; they popped open some of the wine reserves and got drunk together as Logos watched her slowly devolve further into a mare. Her voice became deeper and even the words she still remembered slurred as her mouth shape changed. Her nose became too big for her face and then her teeth- forcing her entire skull to stretch out into a horse's. Unlike Samas who took on some wolf traits unintentionally- Allya never went out into the court to be close enough to anything other than a horse, so she turned fully into a mare with a beautiful golden brown wavy mane and tail. As Logos started to ponder the doom of his humanity- a barely dressed young man burst into the cellar, looking around confused a moment before pointing at Logos across the way. "Are you the lord Logos?" "Aye, and you?" "Dust- the former mount of Darrian. He told me a bunch of stuff to relay to you- said it was really important." Samas was right- they had switched places, sort of. Not all of Dust's humanity came from Darrian, and not all of Darrian's beasthood came from Dust. The news was not good- Dust did not return with help from the capital... in fact, nearly the opposite. The range of the spell is still unknown. Every stop they passed on the way there including the capital itself was succumbing to the same fate. The capital was in utter chaos, because they had more time for their fate to sink in, due to a big city not containing very many animals in the first place. Darrian was not able to gather much information unfortunately outside of that- he could not get to the palace to gain an audience with the king. He was riding atop Dust, so he was devolving into a horse quickly and his horse was turning human- making him unable to properly carry his friend on his back. It is very easy to spot Darrian now, even among the mixed creatures of the bastion. A stallion with a shimmering black pelt but also gigantic black wings thanks to all the crows and ravens roosting in the trees along the way, and the feathers had a pearlescent shine inherited unintentionally from June bugs hiding among the foliage at the trailside. His equine muzzle had a large crow beak on it that still conformed to the dimensions of a horse's mouth and his front legs had banded black scales on it instead of horse pelt. This stalled Dust's evolution into a man because Darrian ran out of humanity to give him, but to get back to the bastion Dust had to once again pass by other devolving humans and take their humanity without meaning to complete his evolution. The partial outfit he is currently dressed in belonged to Darrian before he turned. The most valuable piece of information Dust could relay to Logos is that Darrian heard from the few people in the capital they listened to; that it all originated from the castle, or somewhere near it. Before the chaos, the spell slingers of the kingdom felt a tremendous wave of mana ripple across the entire kingdom and even beyond- and the wave originated from Castle Etabed. Logos' logic-based mind immediately put together that the event must have for some reason or another originated from Magnus Telal Ethos. Ethos is the only spell caster in the entire kingdom who is skilled enough to even hope to create a spell of this magnitude. But then why did it happen in the first place? She is close to the king, why on earth would she attack her own kingdom? If it originated from the castle, there is no way King Pathos would not have known about this immediately, yet it remains unresolved. In any case- it seems Logos must come out of retirement. The kingdom needs help. "I cannot yet move from the cellar... Dust, I need one last favor from you. From the kennel- bring me the wolf named Harbinger." Most of the wolves kept in the bastion are half-bloods; cross-bred with Dire Wolves. Harbinger, on the other hand, is one of the pureblood dire wolves that sired them. The dire versions of animals live longer and are larger than their standard counterparts. More striking however is the fact that their bones are sturdier and much bulkier than the standard animal... so much larger in fact that they don't fit inside of their own body. The back of its spinal cord is visible outside of its body as well as the very top of the ribs where they link to the spine- sitting half outside of the flesh. Even the skull is thicker than normal- a plate of dense bone across its forehead is outside of its body, shielding its brain from any outside trauma. An arrow cannot pierce its skull from the front. Dire beasts are much rarer than the standard ones, however- they are fiercely territorial and the expansion of humans has dwindled their available territories. They also require much more food than the standard beast, so when resources dwindle, the dire beasts are the first to starve. Harbinger plodded into the cellar a few minutes later and sat down, tilting his head to the side; not understanding why he was brought here or what was happening to his masters. His stare is extremely piercing; one eye is gold, and the other is blue. His fur is midnight black. Logos approached him, stumbling a bit as he felt his body start to deform again. He managed to ease himself onto his hands and knees before the wolf. Harbinger let out a confused grunt himself and started to squirm from the odd sensation as Logos' humanity started to absorb into him. Closer to both the horses and the wolf Logos started to devolve quickly. His ears took the triangular shape of a wolf, and his skull enlarged; wolves have large heads in proportion to their body. His tailbone grew out longer than a horse's, but when the fur grew in it was both a mix of wolf and horse! It was softer than horse hair but much longer and heavier than wolf fur, causing it to drape off the tail some distance. Logos groaned as his muscles tightened and then suddenly in rapid-fire his ribs cracked and his rib cage expanded forward, becoming barrel-shaped! His shoulders cracked and slid further down around the sides shifting the sockets low. The bone processions of the upper vertebrae extended up to brace his enlarged upper back muscles like a horse, but his midriff remained sunken in and the processions on the lower vertebrae angled forward... like a wolf. His largest and smallest toe started to regress while the two remaining ones enlarged and stole the mass from the middle toe; the nails evolving into huge triangular hoof segments. Nothing has a two-segment hoof with no dewclaws- it was taking both horse and wolf traits again, mixed. When in resting the two segments join together into one larger hoof. On the back of the knuckle joints a fat paw pad cushions it against the ground, so more of his foot touches the ground than an ungulate should have. On his hands more paw traits seemed to manifest, resulting in his hands turning into a three-segment hoof. When spread out the individual segments have rather sharp tips- sharp enough to cut. His tail turned deep grey like his hair, but the mat of hair on his crotch and chest turned to snow-white fur which spread to consume the rest of him. His neck thickened with muscle and stretched longer. The neck was consumed in white fur but his hair color spread down a strip of longer fur in the middle back- like a horse mane. All the fur on his neck and chest was very bushy and pretty long, but the maned portion was so long that it draped off the side. His facial muscles twitched and tightened as his skull started to expand. His back teeth become giant and blocky like a horse's. Logos' lips turned glossy black like a wolf. Logos' clothes stretched and burst off him one by one. The only man present used to be a horse, so there was no reason to be modest, but forever adhering to etiquette and rules, Logos refused to actively disrobe in the presence of a guest and just put up with the discomfort as it tore itself off. Once his expanding hips burst his underpants off and let his changed genitals out canine traits found their way in there too. The shaft turned red- a dark grey-red on the first half and a base red beyond the medial ring. The shaft also fattened up down its entire length, becoming a bit wider toward the very end, making it sort of baseball bat-shaped! This erased the ridge between the corona and the shaft; now only marked with the ring of bumps that adorned it. The glans were stretched flatter but retained a vaguely rounded head with a gentle cleft down the middle. His urethra grew longer than the rest- projecting up and off the glans in a rounded cone of flesh like the point of a canine's phallus. The fur that grows in the cleft of his balls exceeds the length of the rest, giving him a shaggy strip to insulate his massive balls. As his face stretched his nose darkened and pushed forward to meet his upper lip. There was a gap where no teeth occupied his jaw like in an equine mouth, but then his front teeth knit themselves together as they became taller and turned to fangs, like a canine. His nose became textured and black turning to a canine's in appearance, but then his nostrils flared huge like a horse, stretching it out! Because the nostrils are so large, the bare skin portion of his nose is shaped like a rounded, stretched-out letter M. Across from him, Harbinger changed shape. His limbs became a bit longer- his ribs compressed in the front making them wider than round. The head of his phallus swelled fatter, taking on the shape of a mushroom cap, though retained the projected urethra of a canine and the knot at its base. His hips shifted allowing him to walk on two legs comfortably and he let out several agitated yips as his muzzle shortened. Rather than look like a sitting wolf, he looked like a squatting werewolf at this point. He was still adorned with the exposed bone of a dire animal. Logos had given half his humanity to one or more horses down in the stables already, so this was as far as his lost humanity could influence Harbinger. Logos shook his mane to re-settle the fluff of his neck and then grunt. He is completely animal now... the last of his humanity passed on to Harbinger. "Can you understand me, Harbinger?" His voice rang through the room yet his mouth did not move to produce it- a psychic projection. "Alpha. This one knows." Harbinger spoke in a gravelly voice- unable to use magic of any sort to project his thoughts. Dust furrowed his brows in confusion. "Wait, you can still think like a human?" Logos lifted his front paw-hoof to his chest, where the ancient, tarnished heirloom pendant still sat. "The Justicar is warded from all outside influence to their mental state. They can turn me physically into whatever they want- I will still serve them justice." He turned back to Harbinger and motioned to the door with a nod. "We are needed in the capital. Someone needs to pay for this carnage. Today, we hunt a human." Harbinger's fangs exposed themselves in a wide grin. "Fresh blood." ----- [center][b][u][color=blueviolet]Part Two : Holy Cow[/u][/b][/color][/center] ----- The town of Lopinside has a very low population... at least, of humans. The town is known for being very scenic and covers quite a bit of land along the trade route to the capital of Mountholme where King Regail sits. The town square is a large circular ring of shops and uneven shale stone pathways around a blue flowering wisteria tree of monumental size- its roots partially exposed on the surface and entwining the entire heart of the town. Outside of that however the homes are quite far apart and each stands watch over a large farm plot or ranch- or both in some cases. Because there were so many farm animals the entire town turned to chaos quickly, and there was no shelter to take from the changes. Trying to distance yourself from one animal only brought you closer to another. Emily is a strong-willed and pretty woman- though her face is becoming a bit creased and she has a few grey hairs here and there despite only being 41 years young. She used to be a member of town watch when the area was more hazardous- Cockatrice often invaded the farmsteads trying to blend in with the livestock, breathing petrifying gas at anyone who tried to remove them. Mountholme eventually sent out paladins to slay the monsters plaguing the town- as their holy affinity allowed them to cleanse the effects of Cockatrice's breath off of themselves before it was able to incapacitate them. This eliminated her old job- but it is also how she met her husband Sir Naris Richwood; a paladin who remained in Lopinside to marry. Now she is a dairy farmer, tending cattle. Being a small town further out from Mountholme- by the time news of what was happening got to Lopinside all the humans were already gone. Emily first found out one morning when she woke up and rubbed her breasts- her nipples so erect they itched with pressure. Naris already woke and was out trying to protect the town from any monsters so he was not around when the effects hit her. She gasped and sat up right away, gawking at her nipples which were now engorged so large they were almost as long as her pink finger and as thick as her thumb! Her areola was wider than before too and the edge now had a softer fade! She had no idea what to think of it, so she tried to ignore it and do her chores as usual- starting with milking the cows. As soon as she approached the barn she became absentminded, and started to breathe heavily as her breasts firmed up and started to look swollen! Her areola started to spread even wider but the edge became even more tapered and the coloration started to fade away overall becoming more like her normal skin tone the further it spread across her breasts till her nipples were the same color as the rest of her skin! Her breathing became constricted as her breasts shoved out against her top, but when Emily tried to undo the buttons on her shirt she could not! Her breasts shoved the fabric tightly enough that she could not get her fingers around the button- it was too tight! Both Emily and the fabric of her shirt started to groan! Wet spots formed on the front and milk started to drip- filtered through the fabric of her shirt and her eyes went wide with confusion and worry. Emily stood upright and squirmed a bit from an unknown pleasure from below her breasts- then her breathing became rapid with panic when she realized what was happening the moment she felt flesh on flesh; rubbing the underside of her breasts. She started to grow a second pair of boobs below the first ones! They were very quickly catching up to her first pair which was also still growing. The middle button on her shirt tore free, causing all four of her breasts to wobble violently from the motion- the button fired off like a bullet. Then another button, then another. More and more of the cross-shaped cleavage became visible as the four breasts swelled huge, with enormous floppy teats on their fronts! She did not notice their favorite cow Grace was inheriting her humanity- as Grace was in the stall closest to the barn door. Emily turned from the barn to look around- trying to see who would be casting this spell on her, but saw no one. She decided to head toward the town to get help, if not from anyone else; then from her husband's holy cleansing. The effects seemed to slow as she distanced herself from the barn, heading to the smaller corral by the house where their two horses were kept. One was missing- ridden by Naris into town already. Emily approached her mount to ride him into town but stumbled forward and had to catch herself on the wall as changes rippled through her body again! Proximity to the equine caused her clit to swell larger, which caused bursts of unintentional pleasure, making her horny despite her worry! Then her labia thickened and darkened, but became leaf-shaped like a bovine's bits. In her crotch, a pair of dark circles formed and fat immediately started to swell them forward! Little dark cones then ebon teats as two udder segments ballooned under them, forming into a petite equine udder! She got onto the horse the best she could, still not realizing quite what was happening, and rode the short way into town, but before getting into the town proper she stopped the horse and turned. What she saw made her immediately second guess going into the town. The woman who owns the potion shop was whining like a dog, straining to still speak English as she complained to her golden lab as it thrusts into her, right there in the street in front of her own shop! Her clothes were draped off her, no longer fitting properly, and while she complained verbally she physically did not attempt to get away. Her golden lab was now a striking young man with violently wavy golden hair- though still had a full canine tail and genitals as he knotted his former mistress. Two women lay on their backs in the shade of the wisteria tree with a book between them, and a red-breasted robin beside them standing on a pile of discarded clothing... a former human. Both of the other women were tiny- one the size of a small child and the other the size of a doll! They both had colorful wings instead of arms and the feet of a bird, as well as the tail of a bird. One had a beak and feathers across her face and the top of her head, very slowly spreading from there. The other still had a human head but her hair was starting to fall out forced out by feathers slowly growing in! The songbirds in the tree branches were turning them! Emily could not see the actual birds hidden in the flower-draped branches, but they likely looked the same as the turning women, depending on how many were in the tree to split the humanity among them. There was a perfectly normal naked man leaning up against the wall of the forgery by his hands while a male donkey wearing stretched and torn clothes fucks him! The donkey used to pull the supply cart must have fully swapped with its master- and is not possessed of enough human knowledge to realize anything is amiss about having sex in public. It had its hooves over the man's shoulders and crossed over his chest as it brayed and fucked without a care in the world for the chaos around him. Emily spotted Naris as he approached her quickly on foot, motioning for her to get off the horse and turn around till he got close enough for her to hear him. "Get away from Jack- a spell is causing everyone to swap humanity with animals, we cannot be near any beasts." "Surrounded by farmsteads? I don't know a single place anywhere near Lopinside that is not occupied by at least one animal!" She paused and blushed as Naris got closer and she realized he had an enormous bulge in the front of his pants- the codpiece of his armor removed so his now equine genitals did not get crushed under steel and leather. He is also at least a foot taller and looks more muscular. Naris shooed the stallion away and told it to stay put. By now it already has a depressed midriff and its chest had started to change proportion from contamination from Emily's humanity. Naris walked with her away from the town center but he did not know where to go either. There was nowhere to run. His holy powers did not work against this magic- it is not a malicious spell in nature, it was cast with good intentions. Emily gasped. "Oh gods- Naris, the cows!" "Aye, they will claim our humanity if we go back. Heck- eventually even if we stay here they may still take it." "No, I mean they are all penned up!" "Hm?" "If we turn into animals we cannot let them out! The cows cannot get out on their own- they would be trapped and eventually starve to death, trapped in the barn!" Emily went to run back to their barn and Naris grabbed her shoulder to stop her. "W-wait, if you go near them you will turn even faster and doom yourself." "Naris... look at me." He blushed as his eyes immediately fixated on her four enormous breasts hanging out of her blown-open shirt and they both heard a seam pop on his pants from his giant erection fighting the fabric. "We can't fix this right now, but we can save them. They depend on us, it is our duty to protect them." He smirked and gave a bit of a huff, nodding to her. "Aye. A paladin lives to serve the greater cause, it is not man alone who shares the blessed light of the Gods. Let's go then. If we join them in beasthood- let us do it together." They kissed quickly and dashed back to their ranch, already starting to feel the changes press into their bodies with increasing vigor as they approached the barn. The sensation is both impossibly soft but also very apparent- like the touch of the wind. It flows softly around all objects but also has the potential strength to tear a house from its foundation and throw it like a toy. The changes assaulted Naris slower because up till now he had only inherited some horse traits- no bovine traits. He did his best to help steady Emily as she frantically dashed around the barn letting the cows out to roam while changing at the same time. Two cows started to grow long human hair out from the tufts of fur on their heads. One cow suddenly stopped what it was doing and started to look around, like it had suddenly become much more aware of its surroundings. Emily's feet started to change causing her to stumble forward and Naris caught her to keep her off the ground, but then she looked down to see her hands changing as well. Thumb regressed to nothing as her outer two fingers turned to dew claws and drew back and inward as her hands fused into cannon bones and her remaining two fingers formed the front segments of a bovine's cloven hooves. "Ooh... it's s-soOOUUU... s-stroOong. MmmMM-MUH-Mmm... MOO!" She startled herself at her inability to keep in the lowing sounds! Short, stumpy horns broke the skin over her temples and her ears started to become pointed. Her diffused red lips turned pink and the color started to fade up her face to take over the end of her nose as well and her nostrils started to flare larger! A thin tail wiggled its way over the back of her pants, causing the waist to push down so the moment her thighs started to reshape her pants immediately fell off! Naris went to help her pull them back up but realized the effort was futile. He instead went to finish what she started and left her there to open more stalls and get the rest of the cows out into the sunny field. He underestimated his changes however and only got one stall open before he hunched over and let out a deep groan that was almost a bull's lowing! The leather straps on his armor snapped and the plates popped off him as his upper body muscles exploded in size! His point of view started to rise as his entire body grew larger and larger! His giant dong ruptured the front of his pants and underpants finally on its own, causing enough damage that the rest of his pants fell away. He staggered to the next stall and opened it; the cow paused to look at him in confusion before seeing the other cows heading outside and simply followed them. Naris failed to notice in the commotion that Grace remained in the barn with them, watching with curiosity instead of following the other cows outside. Naris stumbled forward as his legs changed, causing him to slam his head into the door of the next stall. Horns started to grow out of his head much larger than Emily's and left a few dots of blood on the wooden door. He opened the latch and released another cow- not many left now. His ropy tail grew out and started to lash around erratically. His thoughts started to slow down, like walking into a deep mire- making it harder to move. His attention span was shortened, making it easier to derail his train of thought before his mind fully connected the dots. His upper body is so enormously muscular and his torso starts to lengthen, that it becomes impossible for him to stand up on two legs without leaning against the stalls, shimmying sideways to get to the next latch. Emily crouched down, hugging her tits as they grow still larger! She frantically lows like a cow when she means to moan like a woman. Emily is kneading as much of her breasts as she can as quickly as possible to relieve the feeling- she is far too full of milk, and it dribbles out constantly from her fat, floppy teats even without touching them at all! When she squeezes her blushing breasts the milk sprays out in a solid stream and tickles the insides of her plump teats! With a loud bellow from Emily, her rib cage suddenly expands shoving her arms to the side, and then her shoulder blades crack and shift forward- locking her arms in a forward position, no longer properly able to grab at her boobs! This tore away the rest of her shirt, leaving only a bit of shredded cloth around her shoulders. The skin starts to turn pink and they grow wider- suddenly starting to fuse! Her four giant breasts are becoming one giant bovine udder!! Emily hunches forward so far that her front hooves lightly touch the floor and her spine starts to crack and pop as it gets longer! Her torso grows, but almost all of the new cells are created on the top half downward- causing the old flesh to shuffle down her expanding torso, which then causes her udder to position itself lower and lower till it bops up against her existing horse udder! Emily's hips pop loudly and lock her legs in a quadruped position, causing her to fall onto her side from her leaned-forward squat- her udder flopping heavily on the floor and blasting four streams of milk across the floor from the impact. Her pants and panties tore straight through the body and covered less and less as her thighs grew, stretching what remained into tight bands around her thighs. Her face crunches and clicks and she grunts several times in a deepening voice as her nose expands and meets her upper lip and then her entire face starts to extend out, expanding her skull! Her tail lashes around wildly behind her. With a gurgling sound, her horse udder suddenly starts to bloat well beyond equine proportions! The skin started to fuse with the underside of the bovine udder which was still trying to shove itself lower- both udders trying to occupy the same space! The ebon coloration of the horse udder spread onto the cow udder, becoming blotchy in the middle as the equine mammaries ballooned to the same size as the cow ones! She now had a SIX segment udder- one pink colored, one dappled, and one black! A fine pelt of orange-brown fur faded in across her entire body. "M-m-m-mmmmhrmmmmmmm-!" Her brow furrowed, trying to fight the urge to low like a cow. Her hair started to fall out as the last traces of human features stretched into the shape of a cow head. "Mmuuuuhmm-muh-moomm moooo, m-MOO MROOOUUUU!!" She looked surprised at her own outburst, but then her iris expanded and darkened to hide the whites of her eyes and suddenly her expression softened to a very tranquil look as her human thoughts faded away, and she forgot who she was supposed to be. One of the nearby cows now had a half-sized ribcage and sunken midriff. A smaller udder, but her chest was now also adorned with human breasts- bestowed unintentionally by the remnants of Emily. Naris fell forward after opening another latch- suddenly distracted by Emily's eruption of increasingly loud bellows. Seeing her fully bovine probably should have bothered him, but he had regressed far enough himself that it simply drove his enormously heavy flopping dick to full erection. He went to rush over and mount her but then remembered there was something else he was trying to do. He did not want to do anything else, he wanted to wrap her wet pussy around his throbbing monster of a cock. But as a paladin, he had been trained in discipline. To fight urges and only stand for what is morally correct. It was mental agony, but he turned himself away from Emily for the moment and as soon as he saw the last two stall doors latched closed- he remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Unfortunately, the moment he collapsed to the floor to turn the first time- his hands quickly started to devolve. By the time he remembered his purpose he no longer had hands, but cloven hooves. His feet turned to the single-segment hoof of a horse, but his hands turned bovine. He tried to stand enough to put his hooves onto the stall wall to support him but could not even get that far off the floor- he just did a little hop and made the floor shake when his hooves came back down almost hard enough to splinter the wood. The almost grotesquely huge muscles of his upper back started to seethe into his neck, bloating it massively thick, then the veins fattened, and then the neck started to grow longer. His voice distorted and lowered even further than Emily's, making his voice thunderously low. His lips and nose started to turn black rather than pink like Emily's. Black fur started to gather on his shins, forearms, and chest and quickly spread to encompass his entire body. His ostrich egg-sized testicles sank lower as his scrotum grew longer. His sheath lengthens and fuses further up his underside, but this causes his already very long horse dick to stretch still longer so that the same amount of flesh is still projected outside of the sheath! Naris grunted in frustration at his inability to reach the latch and in the devolving mind of a bull that quickly turned to aggression. He backed up a pace and then immediately charged forward, leaping as far off the floor as he could and turned at the last moment- his large left horn sheered the latch off both remaining stall doors, breaking them completely off the door and left a shallow trench in the wood where his horn raked across! Naris grunted several times as his nostrils flared big, and then he started to snort and bellow as his face expanded, robbing him of his remaining humanity- but thankfully not before he finished his task of setting the real bovine free. Discarding his humanity to save them in his place. As his neck lengthened his hairline extended down it- apparently still some equine traits blending with him, resulting in a mane. His face however fully devolved into that of a black bull. His snorting and grunting did not slow down when the changes stopped- he immediately turned and rushed at Emily who was only just now rolling back onto her hooves to stand up and immediately thrust into her before she even saw him coming! His scrotum is so long that on his initial powerful thrust, his balls swung so far forward he managed to slap the middle two teats on her udder, under her! He has a horse phallus so it is much thicker than bovine, but Emily's vulva is not proper bovine either. The labia are shaped like a bovine's but her clit is massive and darts in and out like an equine- and her vaginal passage manages to stretch around his girth. Lopinside was lost quite quickly due to the animal population already exceeding the human population by quite a bit. This also meant that most altered animals only vaguely resembled humans at most- because humanity was spread so thin among them. A day and a half later, three nobles wandered into town- their carriage guided by two horses still wearing a few scraps of human clothing, indicating they were not meant to be animals. The three nobles however were perfectly calm and did not seem at all affected by the magic. Each one wears a silver bangle etched in magic runes. "Well, how's it looks boys?" The second noble scoffed at him. "You can look yourself, you know?" The woman among them had wandered ahead and now saunters back toward them. "Gone- everyone. Too many animals in this area; no one stood a chance. They had probably fully devolved within an hour or two of the spell first going off." The first noble nervously adjusts his bangle. "I know some nowhere location like this wouldn't have access to anything of this sort but, I have been nervous... wondering if anyone else has access to this sort of magic?" The second noble shook his head. "No! Of course not. These bangles were specially designed by the Magnus to preserve our humanity against her own spell when she set it off in Mountholme." "Yeah but... Ethos had to learn it from somewhere, right? Which means the information is out there and could potentially be learned by someone else." The woman shrugged. "Maybe one or two relics exist able to resist the spell- so what? Ethos stationed people like us in various locations to scan the remains. It is all of us chosen nobles against MAYBE two or three stragglers? They aren't going to get anywhere. Even if they squirm their way from us... what are they going to do? Fight Telal Ethos? She will utterly destroy them. It is not like they are going to start humanity over somewhere else- you need more than one person to progenerate a species." One of the men was suddenly knocked off his feet, and a huge figure leaped from the laneway he was standing on the edge of! Before they could react the huge figure rushed and slammed into the next noble- slamming him with her shoulder so hard it felt like he had just been trampled by a horse! Grace paused in front of the carriage, with her hands on her hips. She had been following Emily and Naris the entire time they were trying to free the other cows- so she absorbed the most humanity! Now able to stand on her rear hooves easily, her torso is completely humanoid. She has human-shaped hands with thumbs- but her nails are still tremendously blocky like hoof segments and her outer two digits are disproportioned to the inner two, like dew claws versus the primary hoof segments. She only has fur on her lower arms and legs and her upper back- but it is hard to tell where it starts and stops because her skin is the exact same white with black splotches that the fur has. She has two gigantic breasts that are pastel pink- with areola and huge nipples the same color. Below that are a pair of more reasonably sized E-cup breasts- though the teats on the lower pair are just as big as on the upper ones. The pink coloration continues down her midriff and ends at her crotch- bovine-shaped labia. She has very sharp-looking hip bones and still has her old cow tail. Her muzzle is very short but otherwise her face still looks bovine. Because her face is much shorter though- her eyes can face forward, and her iris has regressed in size giving her humanoid eyes, and her head has human hair. Her hair is all black except her bangs, which are solid white. Though the straps are damaged and it doesn't fit very well- she is wearing some of Naris' paladin armor! She knows some simple holy spells, and holds his mace in her left hand at the ready! Naris and Emily have always taken such good care of their cows, protecting the herd and caring for them their entire lives. They sacrificed their humanity to save their cows one last time, so now in their wake- Grace will protect them this time! Telal chose nobles to keep human to scan the affected areas in the kingdom to make sure nothing goes amiss somehow, or straggling demi-humans cause unnecessary damage... she did not anticipate that the animals would stand up for the humans. She sees a bitter cold future where humans erase animals, but that is a future that has not yet come to pass. Many animals love their humans and are loved in turn by their humans. "Holy cow, it's a... holy... cow. G-get away from the carriage! You don't know what you are doing, Bessie!" "The name is Grace, and I know what I am mooing, er, d-doing. Ugh, embarrassing myself apparently." The woman tried to rush Grace and pull her away before she could get in the carriage, but Grace swung Naris' mace at the woman! The woman blocked with her arm, but the mace hit her bangle directly and split it! The bangle broke off and the woman shook her head, now looking panicked, and stumbled back, rubbing her now bare wrist. "N-n-no! You can't, I was supposed to... no! Not me!" She rushed at the noble still getting up off the ground by the laneway and tried to steal the bangle of his wrist but he obviously wrestled free and knocked her away. Grace did not waste a moment, grabbing the reins and getting the human-turned-horses to speed away, toward the capital. She had been listening in on their conversation hidden in the shadow of the laneway the whole time. Thanks to their conversation she now knew the source of this madness was Ethos, waiting in the castle in Mountholme. If Grace means to restore the humans, she will need to either convince Ethos or somehow defeat her. The noble left bangle-less on the street collapsed to her hands and knees, trembling as her body was assaulted suddenly by the magic. She looked around frantically but could not even see any animals- what was she swapping with?! The other two nobles backed away from her, now doubly glad their bangles remained intact. The woman's body seemed to ripple and bloat up a bit, and little nubs formed down her sides! Soon the nubs started to squirm around, wiggling as they developed into small little proto-limbs! Her torso started to stretch longer and her anus projected out off her ass as her body extended beyond there as well! Her arms and legs started to look soft and lose definition... slowly shrinking to try and match the little nub limbs! She was rapidly shrinking into her clothing, and in the corner of her panicking eye, she saw someone else growing beside her- and spotted a rapidly growing caterpillar at the edge of the road suddenly taking on human traits. ----- [center][b][u][color=blueviolet]Part Three : Street Rat's Revenge[/u][/b][/center][/color] ----- The king's champion Rajh walked into the room, resting his palm on the pommel of his enormous sword in wait. Pathos shook his head. "Surely you cannot mean to do this to the world?" Telal sighed heavily. "It is the only way. To leave stragglers among a world turned beast would seem needlessly cruel." Rajh looked irritated as he spoke up, taking another few steps forward. "To what urgency have I been summoned? Forgive me but I believe I have missed a good portion of this discussion." Rajh is only in his twenties but extremely muscular, and has proven himself a savant at slaying monsters. Ethos spun one wheel so that she was able to see both Rajh behind her and still Pathos in his throne. "I have witnessed a future... where humans rule the world." Rajh shrugged. "Sounds beautiful." "It is not. Humans expand into the territory of animals and nature, forcing them back and killing them when they try to defend their borders. The air thins and becomes stale as the number of trees dwindle to give them lumber. They dredge metals from the heart of the world to encase the land so that nothing can ever regrow. They erase hundreds of species from the world forever, enslave other animals- treating them not as equals or beloved pets and companions but as one regards a piece of fruit. Hollowing it of its juices and flesh before tossing the remnant husk in the trash. Even humans themselves succumb to their own self-inflicted rot. They continue to reproduce with no limit- each trying to claim their own land till there is nowhere left to expand. People starve or die to the elements because there is not enough food and shelter for everyone. Without any natural predators to balance the population of humans they ultimately are forced to invade their own land and fight themselves over what little resources they have left, waging war after war with increasingly destructive weapons until the human race ultimately kills itself- after having already killed everything else, and rotted the world to its very core so nothing can succeed them in its rule." There was a long silence, Rajh not knowing what to say- so Pathos broke the silence. "Telal intends to scatter humanity. She has cast a spell that encompassed the entire world... when in the presence of a creature other than another human; a person's humanity will now slowly syphon away. The beast will become more human, and the human becomes a beast." Telal nodded. "Preventing humans from reproducing because no one will be completely human anymore, thus ending the human race within this generation. Total erasure of the species without actually killing anyone. It is the most ethical approach. Otherwise, if they are left to their own devices; everything, everywhere will die slowly till this world is no more." Rajh drew his sword with a weak huff. "I never thought I would be called to imprison the magnus herself." Pathos shook his head. "Do not underestimate her, Rajh." Rajh smirked. "Good thing there are no animals in the castle- so nowhere for our humanity to go." Telal smiled weakly. "Do you see me as a weak opponent, because I am a woman? Because I do not carry a weapon as you do? Or perhaps because my legs no longer carry me?" She fully turned to Rajh. "People taking pity on me, and looking down on me in this chair is why I dedicated myself to my studies in the first place. They say when your mind is deprived of one of its senses, the others become stronger to compensate. My shattered legs have sharpened my mind." Telal slowly started to stand up- her wheelchair quickly contorting as the metal wrapped around her legs to help lift her- using automancy to animate the steel around them, to basically puppeteer her own body. Rajh rushed at her to grab her, but she took a step back. A shooting pain fired up his leg and he looked down to see a wolf biting into it, thrashing its head back and forth! The black skirt of her gown took the shape of a wolf and animated itself! Rajh swung his sword at its neck but it returned to inanimate cloth and fell away before the blade touched it! Telal looked frustrated a moment back at the organ player who had gone silent in fear toward the back of the long narrow room. "No one told you to stop playing, maestro..." Nervously, he resumed playing In The Hall Of The Mountain King on the pipe organ. In time with the music, Telal literally danced around Rajh's increasingly aggressive attacks- now no longer trying to subdue her but kill her if he could actually hit her at all. Her clothing animated itself and shifted forms as she dances, making it very hard to hit her, because it is hard to tell where she is within her own clothes. Whenever he gets too close to actually landing an attack; the maw of one beast or another emerges made of hardened cloth to bite him before returning to normal fabric! "Mind over matter, champion." "I am over you!" He thrust forward at her quickly in an attempt to spear her guts. Telal's rings turned to liquid and encapsulated her fingers, crowning them with very long narrow claws as she backhands the champion and twirls to the side to evade the attack easily. She left four thin cuts across his face! The metal around her legs stretches and lifts her from the ground- now on steel hooves. The long tail of her gown slithered around behind her like it had become a literal tail. Rajh grunt in frustration and charged at her again. Telal's extremely long crimson hair lifted itself, slithered through the air as the end took the shape of a dragon's head, and bit Rajh had enough to leave numerous puncture wounds in a half-circle on his chest and back! It thrashed a bit, lifting his entire body from the ground before she swung her head and the dragon slammed the champion through one of the marble pillars hard enough to shatter the pillar! Now with a broken arm from slamming into the stone, Rajh got up slower this time. Telal casually walked over as the sundered stone from the marble pillar gathered through the air and encased her left arm, taking the form of a colossal gorilla arm! Rajh was barely able to lift the flat of the sword to shield himself as the giant marble fist punched him straight through the stone wall of the throne room! He fell at least seven meters through the roof of one of the halls in the servant's wing of the castle. The fall would not have been enough to kill him but he also won't likely be standing up for a good long time. Telal flicked the giant arm and the marble fired itself back into the exact shape of the pillar as the cracks slowly fused back together- mending the pillar back to its former state exactly. Magnus Ethos just looked back at Pathos as he sighed and fell silent for a long minute. "He is right though. How do you plan to turn people like myself?" "I could not turn you even if I tried, your majesty. The ritual in which you were originally crowned king of Etabed wards you from all known magic- even my sorceries will do nothing to you." She motioned out the hole in the wall over the capital of Mountholme sprawling out from around the castle's foot. "As for everyone else- my spell uses an exponential resonance. Like beautiful music it echoes through the kingdom, but when it makes contact with humanity it causes their humanity to ring like a tuning fork- which then sends out another shockwave of the spell, spreading its effects further." "So every affected human causes your spell to increase in power, and range." "Yes. That also means that my spell is the 'loudest' where there is the most humanity. The more time that passes- the louder the spell becomes in these areas increasing its effective range. Eventually it will become strong enough to pull animal traits and displace humanity across miles of land. So even someone in the heart of the city will eventually lose their humanity to animals miles away from the city. There is no escaping its effects- their humanity itself is what is powering the very spell that will remove it." The man on the organ nervously looked back to her as he finished playing and Telal looked back with a timid smile. "Hmm, do you know Black Swan? I am afraid music is the only thing to settle my nerves." He resumed playing the organ and Telal looked back to Pathos. "You know I am sorry. I wouldn't have ever imagined doing something like this, but it was the most ethical solution. I don't blame you for hating me." Pathos shook his head, leaning back in the throne. "I do not hate you, Ethos. But I cannot disregard the feelings of the people in the here and now. You do what you think you must- but I will still do what I must as well." She nodded toward the hole in the wall. "If that was your best fighter- all you can do against this is add more holes to the castle." ----- Dirocke is the furthest city to the north in Etabed. It was once a beautiful city overlooking the capital and the vast lake between the two locations- far below Dirocke as it sits on a high plateau against the side of Mt. Black. It is a rich mining city; its buildings made mostly of stone blocks cut from the rock dredged up to make the mine shafts. To say Dirocke is rock bottom now would be a great understatement. Dirocke is below rock bottom, and for a time it was treated as Hell on earth. The mines are rich but also dangerous- Basilisk slither about underground and for the few shafts that dug the deepest- there are Wyrms deep below in roosts of churning magma. The fumes from the deep magma pits are not good to inhale, so even aside from the extremely dangerous monsters, you can simply suffocate if you are not careful. But at least back then it was the miners alone who suffered. They dug up more than just precious metals and rare rocks- no one knows for sure, but most have come to believe a plague that hit Dirocke also came from the eternally black underworld. The city was sealed off from all supply, no one could come or go except a brave few alchemists and apothecary from the capital seeking to bring hope to the doomed city. Because no one from Dirocke could leave, the still healthy were condemned to eventually get sick with the plague too, because they had nowhere to run. The entire original population of Dirocke succumbed to the plague. The last few attempted to hide and live within the mines to escape the suffering on the surface. They either starved to death in the darkness when their supplies ran out- or the monsters found and devoured them. For the longest time Dirocke was a haunted city, occupied only by ghosts. The plague at least died with them- unable to spread beyond, and burned with the bodies. The capital still to this day sends expedition teams to Dirocke because the mines are still very rich in ores, but the teams only stay there temporarily for expeditions before returning to the capital. No, the only permanent residents in Dirocke now are street rats. Runaway orphans, homeless people, thieves, or criminals on the run. The homes in Dirocke are long abandoned but are mostly stone- so they are still perfectly good structures. No one runs the city to be able to charge you for staying there, so anyone at all can go there, plop their belongings into an empty house and claim it as their own. If you had no chance anywhere else- you still have a home in Dirocke. That is how Griss and his sister Lola came to be here. A gambling addiction introduced Lola to a shady lot, swindling money from anyone and anything. She failed a dangerously big heist and the rest of her crew threw her under the carriage as they say. The old crew tried to hustle Griss out of his own money, trying to blame Lola for their downfall when they were the ones who ripped the rug out from under her. The two of them were forced to abandon their existing lives and came to Dirocke to escape both the authorities and her former mates. They live in a home near the primary mine opening at the back of the town- this put a good layer of rock between them and most creatures when the spell wave hit Dirocke. The first people to turn seemed to all be porcine. Domestic pigs and sheep were the only livestock kept in Dirocke these days- there isn't enough open land to house enough field for larger animals. Sheep can feed on the little grass there is on the scattered flat surfaces and the pigs can be fed from the garden plots almost every home in Dirocke possesses. When human traits went to the pigs the first thing to always chance seems to be the limbs- for their body size pigs have extremely short limbs. Their arms and legs grow first, creating the bizarre sight of a tall pig. More human bleeding into the sows causes their ten teats to fatten in spite of not lactating; and then little hills of fat to project the teats outward as they develop ten breasts! The hogs have their shafts expand in girth, causing them to flop out at all times as their sheaths become too tight for their phallus to fit inside of! Human hair grows from their heads next, and eyebrows. Then their bodies compress and their torso shifts proportions which grants them the ability to stand on their hind legs. No pig managed to get any more humanity than that before their owners ran out of humanity to share. Their owners belly expands first, making them look pregnant- whether man or woman. Then soft snorting unintentionally as their nostrils expand, then surprised oinks as the entire bridge of their nose pops wider and gives them a pig snout. Embarrassment spikes as little spiral tails crown their swelling ass and their feet devolving into hooves puts them onto all fours like a beast. There are not many ranches in Dirocke though... so the same people near the pigs are also near the sheep. Thick, heavily ribbed, spiralling horns pierce the skin with a sharp but short lived pain. The skin ripples around the base as each rib of horn emerges as the bone of their skull keeps expanding outward more and more. The horns twist and hug themselves as the spiral grows tighter and larger, weighing their heads down to the ground as if to encourage them to eat the grass- to admit what they have become. Ironically while the horns of the rams are the first trait to appear in former humans- it is the last trait to leave the actual sheep, so no caprine fully lost their crown. Women are forced to drop their drawers to make room for swelling udders- not especially big but round and taut with cone shaped teats that jut forward and to the sides. Skin darkens to black but no one took fully from pig nor sheep, so their skin always ends up a blotchy mix of pink, grey-pink, and black as the two skin colors fight for territory. Caprine traits causes their hair to bleach, turning to a pale cream color as it tightens into fluffy curls to turn into wool but it only grows in certain places as the domestic pigs have an extremely light coating of fur so sparse that it is transparent. Sheep also have short legs though- and this only speeds the de-evolution of their limbs, and sends them to the ground on all fours all the faster. Vocalizations regress to bleating, their breathing marred with oinks, grunts, and soft snuffling. That was merely the fate of the outer fringes of the city. Further in you have giant white feathered ravens with large pot bellies and a fluffy mat of wool on their chest! Too fat to fly. Wool covered mice running about among discarded human clothing. There is even one skunk the size of a large dog, waddling around with its large belly dragging on the ground under it- testicles the size of softballs and hooves instead of paws! On the other side of the balance you have tiny humanoid people with long clawed feet, banded scales on their legs and a carpet of black feathers across their entire body sitting up on the rooftops. Mice grown into small furry anthros, now with the intellect to know how to use human tools and knowing the humans are no more- so all their food is up for the taking. What had been the skunk is now a handsome middle aged man with two streaks of solid white in his otherwise black hair, walking around the streets in the nude with his junk flopping around like he owns the city. And he might as well own it- who is going to refute him? The largest of them was Barrus- a gentle giant of a man who did supply runs for anyone, or any supplies for the right price. He was the only one with a horse. He also lived on the edge of town, so he caught caprine too. He increased in size and muscle, his skin turning black. His endowments burst the fly of his pants open without his help at all and outgrew his clothing entirely. He grew a fluffy tuft of a sheep tail but his ass grew large and muscular with equine traits. The cannon bones on his rear legs grew black wool around it, making his legs look like he is wearing woolly socks. Wool grew from his chest in a giant mound of fluff and then up around his neck so enormously fluffy and dense that it looked almost like a lion mane the way it framed his face! His face is long and well defined with huge nostrils like a horse, but his upper lip cleft like a sheep and his head crowned with giant ram horns- sized up to fit a horse head. The result of the transfer also created a sheep with a human head and chest who can no longer grow wool on their upper body, neck, and head. They have human hair- but it is still cream colored and wildly curly like wool. Barrus' mare was now also devoid of all fur. She had a human head, and torso- including breasts- but still had a horse tail, neck, and limbs! The transformation triggers all pleasure nerves in the genitalia when they are turned, which causes unwanted arousal and often results in spontaneous sex, but ironically the animals are less likely to start fucking as a result than the humans are. Because humans are losing their sense of modesty and inhibitions while the animals are gaining it. Barrus could not hold himself back when he seen his changing horse in a futile attempt to mount her and ride out of Dirocke to try and save himself from whatever was happening to everyone. His dick now gargantuan and its weight flopping back and forth only underlined the dizziness from his arousal. The mare had accepted him gladly, but his stamina seems to have exceeded hers thanks to the friskiness of a caprine now running through his veins. He fucked her twice, and now she can be seen trotting around the city trying to avoid him while Barrus mindlessly chases her tail, still wanting more. Griss and Lola were far enough to the back that these critters were unable to affect them, and they remained human at first. Griss seen the chaos from their rooftop before returning inside every so often, trying to assess the damages. He did not know what was happening- and it seemed extremely weird to target a ghost town with any spells. Everyone in Dirocke is nobodies, what is the point of attacking them with anything? His girlfriend Malia appeared after the first day- already part animal, looking for shelter from the chaos. Lola was against it- assuming the condition was contagious but was proven wrong when Griss invited Malia in and her condition did not affect either of them. Malia had a long bushy tail- taken from her pet dog, but also her hair had turned to a mat of wool draped off her head and growing from her neck. Her hands were partially devolved into cloven hooves so her thumbs were regressed too far to pick anything up, and her feet were completely hooves. Her dainty little caprine hooves clicked against the creaky old wooden floors of the house, which turned Griss on. Griss is still totally human, so having his girlfriend partially succumbed to this made him feel more powerful over her. She was rather helpless, and distressed, so he could act the savior. Lola had to put up with the sound of the headboard on the bed slamming against the wall as they loudly fucked. She could not leave the house or she would risk transforming too, so she just had to try and ignore her brother fucking the lamb woman. Because the link was already made; Malia going there only slowed her transformation, it did not STOP it. Her genitals turned black as the skin color bled up slowly from there. This made sex even better for them because rams have narrow tapered dicks- so her vagina became tiny, making her extremely tight wrapped around Griss, and his dick seem giant to her. Her already petite breasts shrank and a fat, round udder swelled up in her crotch. Griss found it hot as hell and continued to have sex with her quite frequently- his balls now clapping loudly against the back cleft of her tits. The transformation was gradual enough that most changes were discovered on accident- no one spotting them when they initially appear. She started to make bleating sounds when they had sex, but soon she would make them at random times. Her nostrils became narrow and her upper lip cleft. Random words would distort to bleating, and then bleats replaced words entirely. When she bleated loudly she would often pause and look confused- as if the sound were so loud that it wiped out all the human thoughts that were currently in her head, forcing her to lose her train of thought. As the cursed melody of Telal's spell increased in volume; even Griss and Lola were not immune. Both of them noticed what at first they thought was calluses on their hands and feet, but the skin oddly still supple. They fattened up and the two realized they were sharing the stolen traits of a nearby rat. They could not find the rodent in the house for as much as they searched- so it was either hidden well inside of the walls or just near the house instead of inside of it. They could not leave the house to search for it, because that risked turning into still something else, or simply just turning rat even faster than they already are. Their nails turned to the translucent, relatively small claws of the rodent, and then their two front teeth on bottom and especially top jaw lengthened to the point where their lips could not conceal them. To get away from her brother frequently fucking the sheep woman; Lola remained almost exclusively on the top floor, so a split in their changes occurred. They shared rat, but they were both getting traits from a second beast as well. Scales started to develop on Lola, looking like bumps at first. The scales are very round and large, and turn her skin silver and then rocky grey when fully formed. At seemingly random intervals a stone-hard spike-like scute would form off her back. Griss developed scales too but only on his lower back, and then his tail as it grew rather quickly compared to all the other changes in the house- another inch every half hour roughly. Unlike Lola, his scales lay flat- the scales of a snake. Griss was able to identify his scales easier because Malia also got them. Her wool started to grow over her shoulders and then in a triangle over her upper back, but everywhere else turned stiffer, then shiny, then started to segment itself as the outer skin turned to snake scales. Her torso very slowly started to get abnormally long and her canine tail also grew larger and longer- though retained a full coat of dog fur. Her hands regressed fully into cloven hooves and her hind legs regressed in size! Her arms were already smaller as they became like a sheep- but snakes do not have limbs at all, causing her legs to be even more abnormally small and disproportionate to her front legs. This made her look like she was squatting or sitting even if she was fully standing! Her plump, round udder bounced on the ground under her, unable to completely clear the floor when she walks. The bleating got worse- she would sometimes enter a fit of bleating where she could not stop for several moments, annoying and frustrating herself. Soon she imagined the bleating sound randomly sometimes and the sound of sheep filled her thoughts, causing her to echo them physically. Eventually bleats were the only sound she could make- because it was the only thing she could think of. Even turned fully animal did not dissuade Griss from having sex- trying to bury his troubles for a time with physical pleasure, and Malia never protested; always quick to raise her tail for him. Her privates became quite a mess of traits though. Canine traits bled down to fatten and project her mons quite a bit off her, but snake traits squashed her anus and vulva into the same opening- a cloaca, but with a fat puffy canine opening, and quite small and tight like a sheep. Lola was frankly disgusted at her perverted brother, fucking the animal freak. She was not about to go down there and protest though- not in the state she was currently in. All her teeth extended into fangs and her body slowly grew and became more muscular! The claws on her hands started to grow and made her worry more every few hours when she looked down and seen they were still larger. So large they covered the entire ends of her digits. One, two, three, four inches and still growing!! The only one that did not grow was her thumb, which remained a little rodent claw. The fangs in her mouth increased in number and size, straining her jaw. Every time she opened her mouth to moan and grunt her skull clicked and her face pushed out a little longer, a little pointier. Thick, stiff whiskers started to grow above her lip and twitch in irritation with each new change. Griss' dick was getting fatter, which made sex even better- though he now had to work Malia up before even trying to enter her, because a little bit of lube no longer cut it, she needed a bit of stretching before he could stuff his cock in her at all. By the end of the third day though his dick started to pulse, like it was trying to get harder than it was able to. Griss groaned and leaned on the counter of their tiny kitchen. He flopped his dick over his pants and looked at it, groaning again at how purpled it looked from blood pressure. There was an itchy pressure at the glans and he used two fingers and a thumb to hold it. There was an unusual amount of give on the head... was his urethra growing? He twirled his middle finger on the pre burbling out to lube it and then shoved it into the urethra to see if he could insert it- but while it went down... it wasn't into the urethra! The urethra split in half- his finger sunk between the forked opening! His unusually wide swollen glans and penis were splitting in half- a snake has a hemipene! But because he does not have a cloaca the hemipene isn't really forming correctly for a snake, either. The split it horizontal- so the two dicks are forming vertically instead of horizontally. It felt like peeling tape off your skin, where the two shafts split apart the further he pushed his fingers between them, but given the tender area it is happening it, it is also accompanied by an electric buzz of pleasure. Rodent traits swelled his testicles so fast they gurgled from the increased space inside. A carpet of dense but short fur covered his nuts and replaced his pubes. The further his dick split in half the further down his foreskin was shoved- bunching up, thickening and then getting overtaken by fur as well, turning into a short sheath at their base! Even when he had two full cocks- they both shared only a single sheath. Because of the way his original cock split into two- the bottom dick is actually upside down. The two cocks are oriented so their urethra face one another. He grabbed both when the divide finished and started micro-thrusting into his hands from undeniable arousal, mashing the frenulums of both phallus into one another- frotting himself. The pressure hit an itching height again and the glans throbbed powerfully, oozing pre almost perpetually. Little bumps formed around the corona and quickly started to swell in size, becoming more pale the larger they grew. Tiny bumps, big bumps, little spikes, barbs, huge barbs. The corona started to deform to make room for them all as they grew to almost spike-like shape, making his cocks almost look like weapons! The over inch-long barbs around his cockhead are still just skin pressurized with blood, so as savage as they look, you can bend them pretty easily. The nerve count in them in insane though. He moves his hands up and almost immediately gets off by just brushing his hand back and forth, bending the barbs up and down! The next time he had sex with Malia, she was extra pleased by the rubbery barbs gently raking the walls of her pussy, and Griss was able to completely forget the apocalyptic situation the world was currently in with white hot pleasure of being able to bang Malia twice at the same time. Shame she did not still have two separate holes still- he can be in two different places at the same time. By now his tail was as long as he is tall and fully encased in scales. His feet have started to stretch to look still more rodent-like. His clothes started to fit loose on him though, and by the afternoon of the next day his outfit slumped off him when he stood up from a nap with Malia. He was shrinking... both the average snake and all rats are considerably smaller than he was. Griss would get hit with random dizzy spells when the shrinking happened, and his whole body felt tight for a moment- he would be forced to exhale as his lungs shrank too small to hold the air he had in them. His large front teeth were no longer flat, thin cutting blocks like a rodent but the fangs of a venomous snake- though still both in the front of his mouth as if they were still rodent teeth. He could barely get his arms up onto the kitchen counter. Just how small was he going to get before he runs out of human? His diffused brown hair lost its coloration and turned base grey, and a fine pelt of grey fur was spreading from the base of his hair in the back down his neck and forming a stripe on his upper back. The fur that replaced his pubes was trailing up his crotch to his navel now. He was actually just starting to wonder where the hell Lola was. Sure he was distracted as hell with his own regression and fucking Malia to forget his troubles, but he still had not seen his sister at all in the last day and a half. What the heck was she doing up there? There is no upstairs bathroom- she has to come down at some point no matter what. But just as he was wondering he heard the sound of the floorboards creaking upstairs and looked up just in time to jump back out of the way! The roof collapsed from Lola's rapidly increasing weight and she fell straight through to the ground floor, and then impacted the floor on ground level into the small undercroft of the house's foundation where the snakes were hiding. Lola's long, thick serpentine body writhed frantically to upright itself again. Her legs now looked the same as her arms, but also she had two pairs of arms- giving her six identical limbs! She has a massive, long tail just like Griss except hers is only half as wide as it is tall, making it blade shaped. She groaned loudly and reared her head back, but she unintentionally increased in volume and her groan turned into a roar! Her face cracked and grew even longer before the skin under her chin drew back and her mandibles cracked in half, dividing! Long narrow fangs flipped up on the very ends of the mandibles- the only large teeth still in her mouth. The rest were sharp fangs but tiny in comparison to her now giant head. No mistaking that anatomy. There must have been a Basilisk buried in the rocks of the nearby cliffs!! Giant, six limbed lizards with craggy scales- Basilisk are a subterranean species that only prowl the surface when food below becomes unsatisfactory. Their pupils are shaped like jagged slits, like an alligator's and their iris are bright orange with golden edges, like a flame. Like a gecko or tree frog- their digits have a bulbous end to them and allow the lizard to walk on walls or across the roof of caves to wait for prey. Before Lola closes her mouth- Griss watches a translucent yellow fluid drip from the tip of her fangs and hit the floor with a dry crackling sound as the wood is turned to stone. Basilisk venom will flash-petrify anything it makes contact with. It is the exact same substance a Cockatrice breathes, except in liquid form. You'd think turning prey to stone would be counter-productive since it cannot eat rocks, but its saliva, gastric juices, and blood all contain an enzyme that counters petrification. It bites a chunk off the human statue and it turns back to flesh in its belly. Currently Basilisk blood is the only known cure for petrification other than holy purification spells from a High Priest or Paladin. As Lola twists around, Griss briefly can see the soft, chubby cone of a clit she has retracting back into the cloaca... all basilisk are hermaphrodites. Lola isn't just basilisk though. Her ears are large and round and furry, her nose is textured bare skin and moist and cool to the touch, and she has massive, stiff whiskers! Her top jaw still has the large slate-like teeth of a rat and her muzzle is long and pointed- basilisks have flat, broad heads. Her upper back, middle shoulders and her entire front arms are covered in fur as well as her entire head which definitely is abnormal for a reptile. Her rear limbs have four digits and relatively small but sturdy claws- that is normal basilisk. But the middle limbs have four fingers and a thumb and the claws are huge, and her front limbs end the same way except the claws are freakishly giant! A mole!! She unintentionally took traits from a mole- that is the only creature with shovel-like mega claws like those! Her pupils are extremely narrow and her eyes dart around quickly- it seems she also inherited a mole's eyesight. She cannot see shit in the light- her eyes only see in darkness. "C-can't...oooaaah!" Her voice is hollow and unintentionally loud. "Can't f-f-fight it... anymoooAAHRR-Ah!" Her tail slammed into the wall on the other side of the house and her feet try to grip the floor but cannot because they keep sliding apart- she is growing rapidly! Basilisk can be huge- they slowly grow as they age... they never really STOP growing so the older it is- the bigger it is. Lola is outgrowing the house! More than that though- Griss had no choice but to abandon his sister and get the hell away from the house. As stupid as going outside in all the chaos is- it is still better than being around for when Lola loses her human thoughts. Feral basilisk? Death waiting to happen. One bite and he is a statue and in her belly by the end of the night. Griss scrambled across the floor on all fours and got to the confused Malia to help her out- unfortunately she is no longer smart enough to know what is happening or realize she is in danger. And Griss has shrunk down so she can't carry her even though she is mostly sheep and also smaller than she used to be too. He ends up grabbing her tail and just dragging her till she gets enough of a clue to walk with him as they sneak out. Lola thrashes about wildly, unintentionally demolishing the house. Even in the dark house it is too light for her to see- so she doesn't know Griss and Malia are sneaking away; she can't see them. Griss just shoos the confused Malia away, and darts off in a different direction. No safe places left in Dirocke, he has no choice but to try and get out. Probably won't happen, but it was the only option left to try regardless. Luckily for him, all the strange animals he was passing now used to be humans... and thus no humanity trades can be made. His own forearms now have a mat of grey fur on the backs of them, and sparse fur starting to grow on his shins. He can walk just fine on two legs still but runs on all fours just because it is faster- especially now that he is so small. As Griss was trying to sneak out of the city though, he heard people talking and immediately paused and furrowed his brows. Normal humans? They don't even sound worried, what gives? He skittered to the source of the voices and seen three noble snobs- one he actually recognised! One of the goons who used to be in Lola's posse! One of the maggots who stabbed her in the back as soon as things went sour, but why is he HERE? All three of them are fully human, still well dressed and perfectly calm in spite of clearly seeing the state the city has taken. And Dirocke is a shithole in the best of times- but somehow always finds a way to get worse. Griss skittered up the corner of a building onto the edge of the roof and across the other corner, closest to the group to listen in on their conversation. He heard them talking about Magnus Ethos being the source of all this chaos, and that everywhere was being affected. Not just Dirocke, not just Etabed... her spell echoes across the entire globe. Everywhere humanity exists- so does her magic. More interesting to Griss however is that the silver bangles these three clods are wearing is what wards the spell. Telal chose various wealthy people to wear them to remain human and essentially act as curators for the end to try and mitigate damage or violence while the changes happen. What Telal did not tell even these few, is that she chose them because they are rich snobs that do not generally get along with anyone- and thus are not likely to care about the people they witness transform or try to run off and restart humanity themselves. Basically- Telal already regarded them as sub-human without needing to transform them. Griss grabbed the edge of the roof with his huge snake tail and used it to sling himself through the air, kicking one of the two women in their group of three to the ground- in spite of being only about the size of a large monkey at this point. "Ah, what the fuck?" The other woman drew a sword and swiped at Griss, but he easily darted back out the way. Being a street rat, he has to be quick on his feet to survive at all. Especially in Dirocke where all your neighbours are lowlifes too. "Ayyye, c'mon. You get to stay human? And you weren't going to share?" The first woman started to get up, but grabbed his tail on the way to make sure he could not escape. "Telal only chose those of the upper crust to be worthy to stand with her until the fall of man." Griss nodded toward the man. "Then why is he here? Shit-eater lined his pocket with lies and treachery. He isn't the upper crust, he is a bottom feeder with money." The first woman smirked at the man. "Know each other?" He crossed his arms with a grunt. "Briefly." The other woman snorted with brief laughter. "I am sure she had her reasons for choosing him. In any case, it isn't ours to share. Only Ethos can forge these bangles and we don't have extras. If you wish to escape the situation- go find an animal you like best and stand beside it. Transform as quickly as you can. It will regress your mind too- so you will no longer take issue with your form." Griss tugged his tail, blushing a bit and then looking back at the first woman holding the end of it, sitting on her ass to make sure he doesn't try to attack again. "C-can you not touch me there? My tail is kinda sensitive... you're going to start working me up and I don't even have pants on..." "EEW!" She immediately pulled her hand away and the moment she let go of his tail, he grabbed her bangle!! When the woman pulled her arm back, she took her own bangle off because Griss grabbed it! The second woman immediately darted forward and thrust her sword at him to kill him, but Griss slithered around the blade, then flicked his tail back around her right leg and yanked it out from under her! She shifted her weight to the left leg before falling over- but swiped at him under her as she fell and managed to cut a notch in his right ear. Griss flinched from the stinging pain but knew better than to pause mid-fight. She kicked her leg out, knocking him down a moment as she swung her leg back under herself to get up. The first woman was in a panic and charged at Griss with a dirk in hand. The first woman was too panicked to be careful, and when she got close enough Griss got to his feet again and jumped toward her rather than away- taking her by surprise! He grabbed her left leg with his tail as he went between her legs and ripped her off her feet! The second woman was once again on her feet and now the man was charging over as well- though did not appear to have a weapon on him. The woman swiped at Griss, missing and sending up a few sparks as the tip of her sword glanced across the stone block road. Before Griss could distance himself again she stomped down hard on his tail, pinning him, and then raised her sword to bring down on his head and split his skull open. Griss bit her leg- jamming his venomous front fangs into her leg deep enough to graze the bone and the moment his venom made contact with the pain receptors in her leg, the agony blasted up her leg and echoed through her entire body! Her leg gave out immediately and she collapsed onto her side yelling in pain from the venom. Before he could recover, the man got to him next and kicked him in the gut squarely enough to toss Griss into the air, and grabbed him by the hair mid-air! "Well, would you look at this- you're the same height as my dick. Now I can fuck you like I did your sister." "You motherfucker." "Not yet, but if I find your mother too, I am certainly not opposed." Lola exploded out the side of a nearby building, landing her front right hand directly on top of the man, smashing him against the road hard enough to shatter several ribs and force him to throw up on himself. Griss quickly scrambled away, knowing Lola likely won't be able to distinguish one target from the other. Without lifting her hand she raked her claws down his body, cutting open his clothes and leaving four narrow cuts down the entire length of his torso! She roared at him, spreading her mandibles and lifting her fangs- the force of her voice carried drops of the venom from her fangs. The man flinched at the touch of each of the droplets hitting him, feeling a powerful cringe as his body realized the danger before he even did. He felt stiff, his muscles clenching, balling up... hardening. He squirmed onto his hands and knees and tried to crawl away but the stiffness spread through him quickly! His clothes turned to thin rock and broke as he tried to move in them- crumbling onto the ground. He paused and yelled weakly in discomfort as he sat upright from his knees and his voice petered out. He froze perfectly in place, and then a moment later the color faded out of his skin and hair, and a moment after that he turned solid grey- a stone statue. The woman who lost her bangle now ran from the city entirely- trying to find a place without animals, a route back to the capital to ask Telal for another bangle hopefully before she joins the commoners on all fours. The second woman used her sword as a cane to walk with her leg throbbing in pain. She needed to raid the old apothecary shop before the venom spreads further into her body to attack her vital organs. Griss on the other hand went to put the stolen bangle on but it is three times too wide to fit. He shrugged and curled his tail around- slipping it over his tail instead of his wrist and wiggled it down to the base of the tail snuggly. The bangle blocks the spell- it does not reverse the spell. He is stuck in this form, but as long as he is wearing the bangle he cannot transform any further, no matter where he goes. And so he plans on going straight to the capital. Castle Etabed, in the heart of Mountholme. Telal Ethos is the woman in charge of the end of the world- which means if Griss wants to come out on top; he has to be on her side, or at least make her think he is. She needed chosen goons to manage the end- and it just so happens that three of her former goons just shit the bed. He kicked their asses; already proving he is a better choice than they were. He will offer to take their place to Telal, and hopefully she will restore him to full human too. If not... maybe he can swipe something off her to cure himself, heh. ----- [center][b][u][color=blueviolet]Part Four : Doom Song[/center][/color][/b][/u] ----- Telal moved her Bishop to take Pathos' Rook, but left it directly in front of a Pawn to be taken in turn. Pathos hummed at her questionable judgement. "You aren't throwing the game are you?" The organist was given a break- now the throne room was filled with the gentle thrum of the strings of a golden harp as the magnus and king play chess to pass the time. Occasionally a shrill roar could be heard from outside- some of the people in Mountholme had taken on traits of Wyvern as there are two Wyvern rookeries in the capital that formerly offered the draconic beasts as flying mounts. Now the Wyvern were all confused, dim-witted men and women. The champion Rajh had returned the day before- the front half of the throne room now in utter shambles from the fight that ensued. When he returned it was on the wings of a wyvern, making his overall form almost resemble that of a gargoyle. He lost his humanity but remembered his anger for Telal, so once his arms were replaced with wings he flew up back through the hole he was originally rejected out of. His legs were hugely muscular and ended in equine hooves, and the equine traits also granted a long haired tassel to the end of the otherwise flesh tail gained from wyvern traits. His torso was enlarged and rectangular in shape and his head crowned with two large horns that curved into a loose S shape- traits stolen from an Ox formerly used to pull carts to the market. His face was scaled like a wyvern but shaped like a canine thanks to all the pet dogs within the city. After a violent battle he was once again defeated by Telal, and this time smashed through the thick stone floor- roaming aimlessly in the lower castle now with one of his ox horns shattered off. "No- at least not consciously, but the thought certainly exists. With all I am doing to you in the real world it seems excessive to also beat you in our game." He picked up the Pawn and flicked her Bishop to the side, making her sigh. "A waste of talent." "Hmm?" "All my studies, all my skill in magic- and this is how it was used. To destroy my own race. A world without man will have little use of my talents. And my little trick of time cannot be done twice- so I cannot see what new future I have created to know that it is any better. I just know that I avoided the grim fate I seen the first time." Pathos stroked his beard, leaning back a bit. "They are your talents to use- and you used them to see your belief through. That seems as fit a purpose as any. Whether it is right or not- the fact you could do this at all is impressive regardless and will be remembered either through fame or infamy." He watched her make her next move on the chess board. "Besides- the game is not yet over." "Hmm?" "Several of your chosen curators have reported back losses and trouble in numerous locations. People are still fighting for their humanity- even some who no longer possess it." "A ripple in the ocean, no? They cause carnage and pain where they choose to thrash about but it does nothing to restore the situation, it only makes their personal condition worse." Pathos grinned, motioning with a nod over her shoulder. "Perhaps not." Telal stood and turned to face a wounded woman, holding a bloody bandaged arm, her clothing shredded to rags on her. "What is it this time?" "T-the Justicar, Logos Darkrain... he has been seen heading toward the capital! We have tried to stop him but he is large and strong... he retains human thought even though he is fully beast!" Pathos nodded slowly. "His heirloom pendant- the Blood Of Aeons." Telal hummed in thought. "Yes. The heart of the pendant is amber- an heirloom that took several generations to even create in the first place, made by layering resin and then etching runes in it before allowing it to crystalize and adding a new layer. An advanced, three-dimensional runic array suspended inside of the amber pearl." She looked back at her wounded minion. "Leave him to me, then. He is clearly more than you can handle, so do not throw your lives away trying, just let him come and I will defeat him myself. He has the mind of a human so he will not cause anyone else needless harm- he is coming for me alone." ----- To the west of Mountholme is the small town of Dajure- barely a speck on the map. The town is surrounded by a forest of dragon pine- an odd looking tree with a spiralled trunk that makes it look serpentine- and when cut open, its sap has the smell of smoke, serving to scare off bugs that would otherwise try to prey on the tree. Looming over the tiny town however are two very impressive, very old stone towers. Both serve as studies for spell slingers, while one is capped with an observatory and colossal telescope, the other contains a library of books collected from nine different kingdoms. The small town and exotic blue-green pine needles of the surrounding forest create a tranquil environment perfect for studying, so the location is a favorite choice among Magi. The fact the town is surrounded by forest however meant the townsfolk had a nice variety of creatures to succumb to when Telal's magic blasted past. Unintentionally re-creating the Jackalope cryptid, one fellow at the edge of town grew the impressive rack of a stag but unfortunately gained the body of a rabbit. When his feet stretched enormous and turned to the plantigrade paws he was no longer able to walk properly- only hop, so he could not even try to evacuate the area because he was stuck trying to re-learn how he is supposed to move at all. White fur spread up him and his body shrank- though thanks to stag traits he did not shrink to the size any normal rabbit would be. All said and done he was still the size of a fairly large dog- so big enough that he remains wearing the last shirt he had on. No longer smart enough to know how to take it off. One poor woman turned into a truly bizarre mix- she had been inside of the forest when the spell wave hit initially, causing her to tether to species further out. She grew enormous, slowly stretching and bursting the seams of all her clothing. Her hands and feet grew huge and while her palms and soles remained naked the rest of her was consumed in a golden brown fur. Her thighs bulged especially giant in muscle. Several bulbous ridges of flesh appeared on her back and split open to let four giant translucent insect wings out before hardening into chitin to reinforce the base of the wings. Her face very much looks like that of a grizzly bear, but before each roar the underside of her jaw and her entire neck stretch gigantic like a balloon before she releases a roar loud enough to knock you flat on your ass. She is a strange mixture of bear and frog, with a tiny bit of dragonfly fallen into the blend. The majority of the townsfolk seem to have turned to cervine due to the high population of deer in the surrounding forest. Thanks to the presence of humans there are not many of the deer's natural predators around, so their population kinda just goes nuts. A woman who regressed into her pet golden lab- but has extremely long legs for a dog due to deer traits and a wobbling candy pink udder between her hind legs! She was promptly mounted by said former dog- who was still canine enough to not really notice or care about how weird the situation is. A man who took shelter in his home and managed to delay his changes for a time- eventually succumbed to a bird who landed on his rooftop to unknowingly engage in the trade. His feet became extremely long and narrow with the banded scales of avian legs, then when he tried to escape his home his arms regressed to giant wings, preventing him from being able to use the door. It took him another day to figure out how to turn the doorknob using his taloned feet. He grew a bird tail from his rump in a short fan, but it had a fluffy basin of fur thanks to yet another deer further out that was now connected to him as the spell became 'louder' with time. His balls popped one and then the other into his torso- still very much present but no longer external, and his foreskin divided from his shaft to draw back into a small furry sheath. The next time his phallus emerged the narrow sheath tugged at the expanding flesh and caused it to lose definition the longer it became, becoming the tapered phallus of a stag. His torso, neck and head turned to those of a deer in that order after that. The growth of his antlers almost perfectly aligned with the recession of his mind- the larger and further his antlers branched the slower and simpler his thoughts became till he finally forgot even himself. Unfortunately for him even once he got out of his house he still could only fly short distances- his bones were not hollow like an actual bird so he weighed too much for even his impressive wing span. More importantly than his unfortunate situation however is the bird he unknowingly took half his beasthood from. She was flying over the chaos, curious but unable to understand the situation. The chaos seemed to cover all the places humans lived- and humans had settled all over Etabed... which meant she had nowhere safe to land. She remained in the air longer than she would have liked before finally flying over Dajure and finally being forced to land because her wings were exhausted. As soon as she approached the rooftops however the link was made, and suddenly her body felt heavier than it should be. Her wings became clumsy and inefficient and when she tried to take off again to flee, she only managed to do a small hop and fall flat on her face! Her bones became denser and her body and limbs enlarged. Fingers started to branch and feathers one by one started to fall out, depriving her of her beautiful mantle. Several feral hybrids that had formerly been humans spotted her growing form as it rolled off the roof and clumsily staggered around in its deforming body and thought to make food of her. She did not even regard them, and simply cried out in desperation for her own woes- and instantly all other beasts turned away. Her voice was so impressive it rattled them to the core, confused them and broke their will to attack. The poor bird was formerly a Silver Songstress- or Aevis Alaguin as the scholars may tell you. Their body is not particularly large- no bigger than a chicken, but their legs are extremely tall and narrow. They have both fierce talons for grabbing fish up from shallower waters, but also webbed toes to paddle out into deeper tides. Their feathers are a grey so pale that it looks white without something of an actual white to compare it against. The top back of their head trails long narrow and pointed feathers that bob and jiggle loosely with its movement- these are slate grey, and fade to a deeper grey mask over the top of its head and face helping transition to its black beak which is- like its legs- very long and narrow. The beak however has two holes in the top sides, filled with flesh to allow them to close or open when needed like nostrils- but in addition to its nostrils which already exist between beak and face. From these- the Silver Songstresses are able to produce a different melody from their mouth and nose at the same time, creating a haunting and strange song that sounds like a duet even though it comes from a single bird. This one trailed extremely long, huge tail feathers that turned pastel blue halfway down and became speckled with dark blue dots toward the very end. Her shoulders had been pastel blue as well- signifying it is female. Males have short tails and only a tuft of blue feathers on their chest of a dark blue and nowhere else. Unlike most species- the females are the ones to dance to impress the males, as there are very few males to be had compared to the female populace. From the twin towers the mage Icarus quickly darts out into the streets- well aware of the danger he puts himself in after the town already descended to beasthood. The monsters the townsfolk had turned into cannot contaminate his own form, but they can certainly kill him given they are now feral. In the top of the towers Icarus had been far enough from any other living creature that his own regression was progressing at a snail's pace, but from the tower peaks he seen the songbird fall. He ran as fast as he could to her side- looking with sympathy at her body crumpled onto the empty street surrounded by her own dislodged feathers like a fallen angel. She softly cries at all times for this strange fate she has been dealt. Icarus knelt down and picked her up before rushing back to the towers and locking the door again behind him. He brought her to the tower of books, and put her down on a velvet couch, surrounded by the thousands of books. She did not move or speak a word the entire time, and it would be two hours after she arrived here before her crying finally tapered off. She had exhausted her tears. Icarus busied himself in the meantime with collecting dozens of books carefully plucked from the shelf. Being a mage- he was able to determine what was going on without word reaching Dajure from the capital. He then of course started to devise a plan to counter Telal- though unfortunately his options were incredibly few. Her spell did not use her own power- it used humanity as a power source, so it only ran out of strength when you ran out of humanity. Had the people known this was coming at least some small bastions of protection could have been put up where her spell was cancelled out, but learning about it after the fact meant everything was already too far gone to try and save. The only chance of reversing this nightmare was to defeat the Magnus Ethos herself. But if Icarus leaves his tower, he will turn into a beast and lose himself like everyone else. No one could go anywhere without turning into a beast... therefore- it must be a beast that defeats her. Icarus was slowly turning into an animal already even up in his lofty towers- due to his pet cat Flint who is living in the observatory tower. Icarus's hair became soft like fur, and his beard grew in and connected across his entire face, but now starts to slowly spread across his cheeks in long wisps of fur, like his cat. A long bushy tail grows from his rump, over his pants in the back- though remains mostly stationary; rigid with nerves. His hands and feet now have paw pads and the final segment of his digits now drawn back with a new muscle fiber allowing him to retract the talon-like claws that grow from them. The sharp claws made parting the pages of books easy at least. His ears now those of a bushy cat- and twitch in irritation when his hair shifts against them. Icarus was dropping off several more books to the table near the bird when she froze him in place with the sound of her voice. Her voice is deep, womanly, warm, and almost has a sort of hollow resonance to it. She was a song bird before so now that she slowly turns human her voice is an impossibly beautiful melody. "Why? Am I... here?" "Ah, you have stolen yourself back? I am terribly sorry but I must ask your help! I know how to fix all of this mess, but I cannot do it myself." "My wings..." "Hmm? Oh- they are arms now my dear. You no longer have wings." "Give them... back." She slowly pushed herself into an upright position. Her beak is getting shorter pretty quickly, and Icarus can in turn feel the prickly feeling on his backside of blooming feathers. "I-it was not me! A woman named Telal Ethos lives in the capital- she did this! She is trying to erase the human species." Icarus went into detail, frantically trying to educate the bird as much as he could. Her species does not give each other individual names, so she has nothing to call herself; so Icarus named her Amaranth as he is putting all of his faith into her alone- and amaranth is a flower that symbolizes immortality. She surprised him with her own knowledge- casually mentioning the name of kingdoms that do not even exist on any maps! She has flown over human settlements this side of the world isn't even aware exist! As much as he would love to pick her brain for her own knowledge though he had very limited time to try to teach her anything. For the most part, he granted her books. The closer Icarus remains to her, the more humanity she gains and the more bird he becomes which neither of them are keen on. Once he gave her the books she needed and a tutorial on the current situation, he scurried out of the tower and returned to the observatory. Of course- he is still close enough to take her traits slowly, and now closer to his cat again to take even more from Flint- but this was the best he could do. The towers are close enough to one another that he can shout across to her from a window. The books he gave her are on a special type of magic- one that is very seldom used in this day and age... incantation. Magic that is cast verbally; Amaranth's voice is a weapon. Icarus intends to send her as a champion to fight Telal Ethos! Amaranth is mortified by what she is becoming and mourns the loss of her beautiful feathers- the loss of her wings and the freedom of flight drives her to agree to Icarus' plan quickly. She will fight whoever she must to get her wings back! Icarus did what he could to teach her as he devolves into an animal himself and new levels of intellect spark to life in Amaranth's head. Icarus became an odd mix- mostly feline, shrinking into his own clothing, causing it to fall away as he wanders the tower with increasingly absent thought. His head is feline shaped but his teeth melded together and grew beyond his mouth, stretching his mouth and themselves into a short, wide beak! His back is covered with a large diamond shaped patch of feathers and eventually grew two bird wings- but the wings grew in very small even for his diminished size, so they cannot actually function. His legs also grew longer than his arms when fully transformed- banded scales covered the front of what used to be the top of his feet and his toes but the backs were still covered in paw pads and cat fur. The already talon-like claws on the back paws also grew into actual talons, but retained the ability to retract- at least far enough to get the tips off the floor. Both the Silver Songstress and a house cat are roughly the same size in body- so that was the final size for Icarus. Thanks to bird traits his testicles popped up into his torso to be internal only now, but cat traits turned his phallus in a bristly cone. Flint turned human in body and limb but his head was still just a larger cat head, and he retained a coat of soft fur across his entire body. He still walks on all fours even though he could walk on two now, and still has his tail- Amaranth does not see him much across the way through the windows, but Icarus still wanders to the windows to look back at her often. He no longer remembers why- but he is still interested in her and wants to see how she progresses. Amaranth is glad she does not see Flint often though- being a former bird; she isn't really a cat person. Amaranth's body stopped its evolution before she was fully human, to her releif- but the damage was already severe. Everyone in Dajure was already a beast, and with the fall of Icarus there was no longer any humans to contaminate her- she could safely wander without worry about becoming more human. The only humans left were wearing the bangles and immune to the magic. Her legs were still fully avian, just sized up to her now human torso, making her very tall despite having a rather petite frame. Her chest was adorned with D cup breasts and very dark, very wide areola, but her nipples do not stand very tall. Her beak was gone entirely and almost all of her feathers. Small soft feathers still cover her entire crotch and hide her now human vulva, and she still has her gigantic tail- the feathers large enough to touch the floor lightly behind her tall legs. This caused a bit of chaos in her anatomy for a short period of time however- when her cloaca divided into an anus and vulva. She was glad Icarus was in the other tower and unable to walk in on her when that happened. Amaranth scuttled to one of the private study rooms to burry herself deeper into the tower for a time when she felt her privates shift. The pleasure nerves were triggered by the changes causing spontaneous sexual pleasure which made her aroused against her will. She flops heavily in a chair and kicks it back further from the desk with her long leg. Amaranth cups her breasts as her nipples tingle to erection quickly and starts pawing at them, kneading the soft rubbery flesh, breathing heavily. The muscle and flesh of her pelvic floor started to pull apart and her cloaca split- it was a fast change but felt far too long for her still. Keeping one hand one a breast she moved the other to her new pussy to feel it and as soon as she brushed over her newly formed clit she lurched forward from the sudden shock of pleasure. Oh... she never felt like this before. Her mons already engorged with arousal, pushing her plump labia forward and causing them to blush. She pressed into the soft rubbery flesh here, teasing around the clit and petting it through its clitoral hood- not touching it directly because it was a little too sensitive. She felt an odd bloating inside rapidly and assumed it was more shifts to her sexual anatomy- she was partially right. It seems hitting a perfect half and half split between bird and human sexuality confused the hell out of her cycle! The swelling object quickly started to shove its way down her pussy from its weight and a lack of space to fit! The bottom of an egg the size of an ostrich's crowned, parting her tender pussy lips on its own! Luckily her arousal already lubed the path ahead of time! She cupped either side of her vulva and grunt, pushing lightly, afraid of trying to hard and hurting herself. She managed to stretch around it fairly easily and once it got to the halfway point the roundness of the egg caused her vaginal contractions to knock it the rest of the way out almost instantly, firing the egg onto the floor. The shell was hard enough that the egg did not break, and spun to a stop against the back wall and floor under the desk! Amaranth gasped and squirmed in her chair, now a worried as she felt another swelling. Oh no- her body doesn't know when to stop! The bird and human release their eggs very differently and currently her biology is confused as to which one its supposed to be using! As soon as her ovaries eject another egg it swells gigantically turning it into an avian egg! Amaranth moaned frantically, pawing at her pussy as it oozed natural lube. Her back arched so steeply she simply slid out of the chair and onto the floor between the chair and desk! She clenched and balled up trembling as she hit an orgasm but that only sped up the egg laying- firing the egg out like a projectile weapon! The swelling sensation was still there! There was another egg growing already before the second one even left her! "N-nah-hah-hoh... no. N-no... how... many?!" She continued to paw at her plush vulva while flicking over her clit with her thumbs. Her entire pubic mound swelled larger, pushed out from the egg moving through it, then her labia were forced open on their own as the egg becomes visible. Then it all collapses back in the moment it is rejected, and yet another is half-grown already in her! A pool of pussy juice formed between her legs and a trail of it was painted across the floor from her eggs spinning through it. Her thoughts spun with hormones, briefly wondering what it would be like to have a human 'fertilize' her in this new body. Another egg, then another almost immediately after; before her pussy could even relax back closed! Then another, and another. One mini orgasm after the other- never enough to completely satisfy her, but always keeping her pleasure at the edge of peaking into another. Every time an egg passed through it stretches her pussy so far open that it also squeezes her clit! There was a pile of nine large eggs by the time she stopped. Her sexual anatomy fully human and settled into the new role- so any eggs her ovaries released now would remain microscopic in size. Amaranth remained panting on the floor in a pool of her own pussy juice, unintentionally cradling a large clutch of eggs between her long narrow legs and trembling from the unrelenting assault of pleasure on her system that trailed on what must have at least been fifteen minutes straight! She idly looked at her sopping wet pussy- the tiny feathers that occupy her crotch still matted with juices. The skin below blushing neon pink. She bit her lip, grabbing one of her tits in a hand to aggressively knead. "Nnnngh... not enough. Don't... leave me like this." She moaned, thinking of one easy way to finish herself off- even if it is theoretically an abuse of power. "Olis... o-OH-o-olis..." She shuddered as it started to work faster than she anticipated. "Raoliso, raoliso a-AH-HAH-a-afel..." [i]'Cum. Cum. Cum for me, cum for me now...'[/i] She sung the incantation for herself, and every utterance her pleasure spiked higher- easily surpassing anything she ever experienced before! She hit a small orgasm almost immediately, but continuing her chant caused it to be overlapped by another creating an explosive orgasm. Still another before the last two stopped and her pussy was squirting as her hips involuntarily hovered up off the floor from the intensity! Then another and her breathing was reduced entirely to short, rapid gasps- her hands clenched against the floor under her so hard her claws scratched the stone! She commanded herself to cum again and her pussy absolutely exploded fluid- way more than it should have physically been able to, and with enough force to splash off the wall by her eggs! It took a half minute for the orgasm to settle, but then another half minute for the other overlapped orgasm to settle- five minutes to stop entirely, but even then the afterglow kept her shuddering and gasping for another ten minutes, rolling back and forth clenching and unclenching on the floor. She hummed in satisfaction weakly and whispered to herself. "I suppose that is one thing the human body does well..." Amaranth has human hair now but it is slate grey like the feathers there formerly were, and has a single streak of pastel blue. Her human lips are plump though her mouth and nose are small on her face. Her lips are a slate grey in color, like her nipples- matching her avian skin color rather than her human skin. Her delicate human hands are tipped with claws- a mid-point between human fingernails and the talons her feet still possess. For a while she would cradle her arms to her torso, not really knowing what to do with them. They used to be wings after all- she didn't know how arms are supposed to work. Amaranth sighs, flipping through a book on a lectern she stood up just next to her couch. She turns the pages with her large clawed toes, while her hands are occupied kneading her breasts idly. "Skin softer than my mother's down... how on earth do these human creatures survive? No claws, no fangs, no feathers, wings, fins, or plates. They are just tall, flesh-monkeys." She claps the book shut again. "Intellect. To learn to use the world to their advantage rather than their own body. A curse of knowledge. They ponder things well beyond their reach and cry tears for lost stars, a cosmos away. They know their eventual fate and live in fear of death in spite of its inevitability. Even this Ethos witch punishes a world today for something that has not yet come to pass! She claims to do this for the sake of animals- yet here I am suffering for her actions, stripped of my beautiful wings. I did not consent to this! We do not want this humanity!" Satisfied with what incantations she knew now, Amaranth decided to leave the tower, though picked the guest rooms for usable clothing, since she is stripped of nearly all her feathers, and is ashamed of her bare flesh. She is meant to be a beautiful songbird. This Ethos will pay for what she has done to her! She found a pale teal shawl to wrap around her upper half- hanging as low as her midriff so enough to cover her breasts anyway. Unfortunately almost all the clothing in the tower at the moment is men's, and she has long narrow bird legs so no human pants would fit her properly anyway. She did find one skirt- white and coral striped with a slit up the side. It did not cover nearly as much as she would have wanted but it will have to do. Her talons click lightly on the stone floor as she hops down the many spiralling stone stairs to the base of the tower to leave finally. Amaranth pauses on her way out of the town when she notices wagon wheels and horse hooves pressed into the soft ground. Fresh. No one in town is going to be able to use a wagon which means it must be Telal's goons here to ensure the town is fully lost to animals. Amaranth smirked and quickly followed the tracks into the town square. It is early evening, the sky a deep blue and the stars already visible. Only some lanterns remain lit still from days past- but no one is around to be able to light them now, so when they burn out they stay out, casting most of the town in darkness once the sun falls. A young man adorned in a gaudy amount of precious metal jewelry twirls around, tapping his foot with his arms crossed. "Can you hurry up, I want to get into those towers. All that knowledge will be mine now- no waiting, no paperwork to get in." The other man was older and had a huge belly- but his arms were equally large with muscle and he carries a war hammer in his fist. "Patience ma'am, we gotta job that needs doin' first, aye?" "I am not a woman!" The large man chuckled, glancing at him. "Wit skin as soft as tha', I don't care what ya have danglin' between yer legs- you're a pretty lil lass ta me." "Not every man is a barbarian like you. As a sorcerer, sullying my hands with physical labour is beneath me! Hmph." "Ah, so a housewife at that." Amaranth slowly sauntered up, her loose skirt flipping back and forth with the swing of her hips as the talons on her long legs click quietly against the stone of the town square. "I see you gentlemen have a ride- mind taking me to the capital?" Both men got goosebumps at the sound of her voice. It is so honey smooth and deep while still being womanly that a feeling of warmth builds in you from simply hearing it, as if her voice itself warms your soul. The young man cocked an eyebrow at her, but his eyes danced over her form, admiring her barely dressed figure. "How on earth did you maintain such a... supple form, against the magnus' spell?" The larger man sighed. "She didn't ya daft bastard. She inn't human- she's a bird." He turned back to her and shook his head. "An' sorry ta disappoint but we ain't a chaperone service." Amaranth lifted her arms, unintentionally flashing the undersides of her breasts as the shawl lifted. "But I have some matters to discuss with your magnus. I am not a human, but her spell has still taken my body from me. I will be taking it back." He shook his head again. "I can't be lettin' ya do somethin' like that now. Necessary sacrifices an' all. It may be hard to understand now but this'll be better for everyone in the end." "I wasn't asking your permission- I was giving you the option of doing this peacefully." She started chanting and the larger man grunt and heft his Warhammer into both hands to rush her. The air around them seemed to ripple with her voice, and before the man could get to her she raised her voice and a shockwave hit him like a tornado class wind and slammed him against the wall of a nearby building. Amaranth walked closer, muttering a few more magic words before raising her voice again and this time the wall of the house behind him exploded inward from the force, sending him tumbling into the house and crashing through several items of wooden furniture! The younger man widened his stance and thrust an open palm forward, causing all his many precious metal bracelets and silver bangle to clatter together. A ball of fire materialized from thin air and spiralled forward at Amaranth and in a bit of a panic she quickly chanted a rather risky incantation and the air rippled so violently her image vanished from sight entirely! The fireball hit where she had been standing as she appears several feet further forward and to the side- she used a short-range teleportation. The incantation version of the spell is even more hazardous than the standard one though and should generally only be used in emergencies, because actually going to the exact place you intended is borderline impossible- unless you don't actually care where it sends you. Now both the young man and Amaranth cast at the exact same time. A stone pillar rose from the ground in front of her just as the man fired a bolt of lightning- the stone did not conduct the current, negating the lethally fast attack. Before he could try to cast another spell, Amaranth struck the stone pillar with an open palm and launched a chunk of rock free from it as a projectile! The man grunt in frustration and motioned to it as it fired through the air and by the time it hit him, it exploded into sand. It still hit with enough force to shove him back, but was unable to hurt him. A disadvantage of incantation is that the spell itself has no direction or form, so you must telegraph with physical gesture to shape the spell once it is set- which means your opponent can briefly see where your spell is coming from. Amaranth chanted and motioned to him with a beckoning hand and the mage was ripped through space, sliding frictionless across the ground to her side! He was expecting her to hit him or something, so she caught him off guard when all she did was flick the silver bangle with her clawed fingers. The mage thrust into her chest between her tits with an open palm and an explosion of wind blasted her back- she opened her giant tail feathers to help brace herself to stop while her talons raked thin scratch marks across the stone of the road. They both cast at the same time again- this time the mage created a ball of red flame and Amaranth a ball of golden flames! The two struck each other mid-air and exploded into a swirling mass of fire that snuffed out after rapidly devouring the oxygen in the air, causing the air pressure to clap closed onto it. The two cast at the same time yet again, glaring at each other, trying to read one another. It was a dangerous game of rock-paper-scissors. Will he cast fire, water, earth, or wind? Counter it incorrectly and get hit. Since she attempted fire last time- the mage used water this time, forming a large dense globule of water and launched it at her- Amaranth crouched and summoned a swirling sphere of sand! The shield was blown apart by the explosion of water on impact with the mage's attack- the liquid causes the sand to clump and become too heavy. She chose a defensive spell for a reason however- she only needed a moment to catch her breath. Amaranth grinned briefly and stood up straight again, taking a deep breath and then screamed at the top of her lungs- an absolutely wretched, shrill sound severe enough to make your ears bleed. Pebbles on the road rattled like there was an earthquake, windows cracked and most of all- his silver bangle absolutely exploded off of his arm. She flicked it earlier to hear its resonance- and then matched it with her own voice, obliterating it with sound alone. She wanted none of his repulsive humanity though- so before he could gather himself and even realize what had happened she chanted a polymorph. The bangle can no longer protect his form- the polymorph almost instantaneously warped and deformed both him and his attire into the shape of a toad, plopping down on the road. The toad had gold and silver colored warts on its back- from having his jewelry fused into his form. He croaked in worry and hopped away before she could do anything else to him. Amaranth seen the larger man rushing at her during this, but was unable to address both him and deal with the younger man, so the larger man was able to rush up to her uncontested. She bowed below his hammer swing and side-stepped to distance herself a bit again. She motioned to him chanting, but before the spell completed he smacked her hand to the side with a free hand of his own, causing the wave of force to blast the road beside him instead! He is too close to her to actually swing the head of the hammer, but thrust it forward and smashed her in the head with the handle to knock her back! He then swung the head of the hammer at her to break her skull open across it like a watermelon, but she jumped up gracefully, landing back down on the hammer- slamming the head into the road and pinning it under her feet! Amaranth may not be a bird anymore but she is still inhumanly light on her feet. She quickly chanted the spell of induced pleasure she was using on herself before and the man immediately dropped the handle of the hammer and staggered back in confusion as he erupted cum into his pants- hitting climax almost instantaneously for no apparent reason! Amaranth then chanted another spell and the stone blocks of the road stretched and deformed, spiralling up and encapsulating the man's feet and lower legs! He was stuck to the ground! He could smash himself out with the hammer, but she just made him drop it. Amaranth casually sauntered away, closing her tail again and flicking it from side to side to knock any dust off it. "Thanks for the ride to the capital, boys. Tah!" And with that, she got into their wagon and took the reins- setting out toward Mountholme, which was only an hour and a half out from Dajure if she hurries. ----- [center][b][u][color=blueviolet]Part Five : Stone Cold[/b][/u][/center][/color] ----- One of the servants made his way into the basement of the castle, trying to get away from all the carnage outside. Everyone had been in a hurry to scatter away from the source; before most knew what was actually happening. This male servant knew better than most the link was to animals as he was already starting to turn himself- so he was trying to get as far from any animals as possible. Instead of fleeing the castle area, he was trying to go even deeper into it. The guards had abandoned their posts to rush to the king and try to defeat Telal when all this initially happened- so the servant was able to walk in and steal a set of keys to let himself into the dungeon. Unlike the white marble or black veined marble most of the main castle was made of- the dungeon was stone block floors, and dark wood walls and roof that seemed to eat half the light cast by the sparse torches lighting it. The servant attempted to go down one branch from the main halls of the dungeon which seemed to be progressively more infested with mushrooms and moss, eventually coming out into a giant underground chamber. The floor gave way into a giant circle of stone housing half a hundred statues of people. Most looked frightened, but some were making rude gestures... these are criminals that have been petrified. The rest of the giant chamber is a naturally formed chasm- twenty feet down is a pool of crystal clear water that feeds into the castle's wells, and is in turn fed by several narrow waterfalls around the room, filtering in from narrow cracks in the cave roof. This meant that the floor only connected to the pathway from the door. Seeing all the people frozen in stone spooked the servant who then started to back up, and bumped right into someone who seen him come down this way and followed him. "Woah there, careful. Slip off the edge and it will be a real pain fishing you out of the water down there." The servant turned and nearly had a heart attack when he seen who he bumped into, but settled down a bit when he seen the man was wearing a blindfold. Gregor is an alchemist and apothecary, but due to his species, he was granted these titles because he was first employed as the dungeon master of castle Etabed. Gregor is not human- he is a Gorgon. His tail is nearly twenty feet long and is how he moves about as gorgon lack legs. From his head instead of human hair he has a nest of twenty snakes, all fused to his scalp at the base of their tails. The snakes writhe about with their own instinctual reactions, but share his will- so they are never in conflict with one another, but he also does not directly control them, they squirm about entirely on their own reflexes. Each snake is about two feet long. His tail and the bodies of the snakes on his head all appear to be a dull, dark orange in color but when the light shines off the scales at a certain angle, large black diamonds with a red dot in the middle become visible- looking vaguely like a giant eye. The pattern is only visible at certain angles though- they vanish if you just look at the tail directly. His skin is a light bronze color and he is fairly muscular from having to struggle with prisoners often. The blindfold he wears is not thick enough that he cannot see through it- it is only there as to not trigger the inherent magical effects of his cursed eyes. The orange reptilian eyes of a gorgon will turn whoever sees them to stone, instantly. That is why he was hired as the dungeon master. The dungeon only houses those who are imprisoned in the short term. If your crime warrants an extended stay, then Gregor will simply turn you to stone, and place you into this chamber as storage. When your sentence is up they will use basilisk blood to restore you. Since he is in the castle anyway- they granted him alchemical equipment and let him study as a healer to pursue his own interests. A gorgon's upper half is mostly human, so in spite of technically being a monster- they have human intellect, so it isn't entirely uncommon for one to work with humans. Gregor seen the man had elongated ears and the tasseled tail of a jackass and was immediately curious. He offered the man to stay in one of the dungeon cells, and just leave the door unlocked. The cell has a bed and toilet- Gregor can bring food. The prisoners did not feel the effects of Telal's spell- to prevent magic savvy prisoners from simply teleporting out of their cells, the entire dungeon is made with mana insulating layering. Magic cannot pass through the walls or doors. The spell was able to reach Gregor himself, but not the prisoners in the cells, so without any animals to link to; the prisoners remain perfectly human. Gregor is always curious about unusual biology, because that is how he learns new tricks as an apothecary. In exchange for letting the servant stay in one of the dungeon cells to take shelter- he took a gene sample from the altered human to examine. By the time news of what was actually happening above ground came- Gregor had already put most of it together himself. Some of the servants in the castle remained on duty- granted bangles by Telal so they can retain their humanity to keep the castle in operation, so Gregor and the three prisoners were not cut off of their food supplies from outside. Those servants that came down to drop off food and check on Gregor wore the bangles so the magic did not affect them. But the first servant who arrived... he was already affected. Gregor may be the dungeon master first and foremost- but he prides himself on being a healer as well... he secretly observed the self-imprisoned servant as a test subject. He planned to use alchemy to try and devise a cure for Telal's curse. He cannot know what blocks the effects and what does not without intentionally transforming the man though. There were no animals nearby, but Gregor has a supply of distilled gene essences for study- opening one of the vials is enough to transfer traits. Most alchemy is a hybrid of magic and science- the gene essences are animal traits copied with magic but then imprinted on physical matter for storage or transfer. So in spite of the samples not being living material- it still works in this transfer. It also means that Gregor could pick and choose what to give the man. He also had limited time to work- the man was already linked to a jackass on the outside, so coming down here did not sever the link it just slowed it. The man's cell remained unlocked after all. The servant remained oblivious to Gregor watching him, so had no issue flopping out his enlarged, darkened testicles and masturbating to take the edge off the first night he was there. As time went on, his testicles grew even larger and the scrotum turned darker. His taint and anus enlarged and became puffy as the darkened flesh tone bled up from his balls. His foreskin fattened and peeled back from the shaft turning slowly into a sheath as his cock itself got longer and thicker. The changes down here came slow and steady, but that meant that the transfer gave him an irritatingly subtle buzz of pleasure which kept him constantly returning to erection and ultimately making him touch himself to try to get his growing beast to sleep. His ears also grew larger and longer with each session- as if the carnal act of touching himself was what drew more jackass out of him. The problem with trying to insert mana inhibitors into an animated body is that they also block the flow of the bioelectricity your body is animated by in the first place. Protecting you from the spell is sort of irrelevant if it also kills you. Gregor could not shield people internally from the spell, so instead he aimed to counter it. Two objects of equal force going in opposite directions collide- they both stop moving. He needs to make a waveform of magic opposite of Telal's so the two currents cancel each other out. He contaminated the man's food with the elixirs he brewed, and then opened an animal essence later that same day to observe the transfer of animal aspect to the man. An elixir obviously isn't going to be able to carry something as precise and man-made as a runic array to make a drinkable spell- it can however transfer mana saturated materials that then react with your natural biology when broken down. The energy then released from the materials resonate with the bioelectricity in your body and the resulting resonance can have the same effects as a spell- that resonance needs to oppose Telal. The first night he opened a bull vial- first trial run; obviously failed, the transfer was immediate. The man became more muscular, his scrotum grew longer making his large donkey balls more pendulous. Overlapping the donkey traits the tasseled tail grew abnormally long as well. Gregor did not release much essence since it was already clear this first trail did nothing to hinder it- and he did not want the man to become aware of the experiment. The next night he opened a raven vial. The man's nails grew into large talons and his arms to the elbows became encased in black banded scales! Still more jackass bled into him as his phallus became longer and larger, developing a medial ring and the glans started to deform to become wider and less bulbous. Large bulbs of estranged muscle grew on his upper back and slowly as the night went on developed two huge plumes of black feathers- they would have grown into wings but Gregor did not release enough of the essence for them to develop into actual limbs. The man's ears grew larger and taller still, and now he appeared to be getting absentminded. His thoughts in the early stages of recession. The next night he opened a vial of elephant essence, and grinned as it did not appear to do anything! Aha! Gregor watched carefully and became increasingly optimistic he had managed to science Telal's magic away. The man started to stumble about his room though, and Gregor realized the resonance of this batch was not only countering Telal's spell- it was also countering the flow of bioenergy in the man! His chakra was flowing incorrectly, causing it to become congested in some areas of his body while starving other areas! Gregor hissed in frustration and had to slither quickly to the man's cell from the observation room and give him a drink- claiming the man seemed 'dehydrated'. The drink restored the flow of energy in the man- it however also immediately let in the elephant traits that were unleashed already. Gregor 'gave the man some privacy' again- returning to his observation room to continue watching the man from the other side of the wall. His canine teeth grew tremendously, stretching his mouth wide and emerging as tusks thanks to the elephant traits! He groaned as his entire body enlarged bigger and his limbs became thicker, and since an elephant also has a tasseled tail- his already unusually long tail became still longer! His clothes were already ill fit- now they burst apart entirely, preventing him from maintaining any modesty. Most of all, he was worked up to erection again and the effects were drastic on his genitals tonight. The veins throbbed tightly and expanded to the girth of his fingers! His cock stretched even longer but even more than that, it bloated thicker! Too thick for him to grasp all the way around with a hand! Then too thick to even wrap halfway around! His three foot long cock became as wide as his muscle-enlarged thighs! He grasped around the medial ring with both hands to encompass the same portion of shaft and just thrust into his own grip to get off. His now cantaloupe sized testicles swinging heavily under him as he grunts like an animal. His ears now incredibly large and fully asinine. His front teeth enlarged along with the tusks, making it so he could not properly close his mouth and his nostrils flared large as more donkey pulsed into him. The man was running out of human- and donkey traits were going to infest him whether Gregor did anything or not. Gregor was also frustrated because he now had way more human essence samples than he needed. The man absorbing the traits from his essence samples causes them to turn human. He pondered perhaps creating a dummy situation. If a human gets between another and an animal- the transfer only happens to the person closest to the animal, effectively shielding the other human at least till the first is entirely beast. If Gregor created a dummy body of homunculus cells, it could act as a trait sponge and prevent transformation that way. But that would not reverse any existing changes... and also take far too long to prepare. His current subject would be long gone by the time it would be ready to test. The man's intelligence was dipping dangerously low. When spoken to he takes several moments to process what you say, and then several more to think of how to reply. He mixes words up and even then only speaks with as few as possible. He gawks absentmindedly at the walls of his cell most of the time, and does not hesitate to masturbate the moment his body feels able to. The animal instinct and lust is completely unhindered- no control over it anymore. When his breathing becomes hoarse while masturbating, it takes on a wheezing bray like the voice of an ass. The next day the man's middle toes and fingers were starting to enlarge, deforming his hands and feet. The nails were turning black and becoming large and blocky, slowly devolving toward hooves. He has grown a mat of fur on his upper back and his nostrils flared so large now that his entire face is starting to click and crack as it stretches longer in small but sudden bursts every so often. Gregor was taking lots of research notes and getting a lot of interesting theories in his head about this as well as information that will be useful for future research, but that did not help the current situation. The man was not going to survive another full day- this next test is the last he is going to be able to run. Since it did not really matter what species he used he just blindly motioned over the samples and chose the vial he pointed to at random- hippopotamus. Gregor gave the man a tainted meal before noon- nervous of the man turning fully if he waited too long. Gregor opened the essence and watched the man carefully. After several minutes of nothing happening he started watching the man's eyes and movements specifically to see if it was a repeat of yesterday's blocked chakra flow. It was harder to tell now that his intelligence regressed, but he appeared to be okay. So it worked then?! Gregor smiled. Alright! He still needs to figure out a way to purge the existing effects but considering the short period of time he has had to work on this and his limited supplies- this is a big step. An elixir that can block out even Telal's cursed spell! Gregor left his room and was already on his way over to the cell to see the man in person when he heard the man groaning and the sound of rapidly stretching tissue! But wait, why? Nothing changed? Oh... the elixir probably burned out. Telal's spell is a sustained effect- it continues to be powered as long as there continues to be humanity for it to destroy. The elixir however has a very limited amount of power. It can block the effects but only for as long as it has power to do so- which isn't very long apparently. Gregor was about to turn around and go back to close the essence to prevent the change but then shrugged and continued over to the door to the cell- the man was going full beast soon regardless, no point in prolonging it now. The man became so huge he bent the metal framed bed in half in the middle! His limbs became tremendously thick, but especially his legs, losing almost all definition. His feet swelled pulling his toes into the mass that equalized with the rest of his leg, regressing the limbs into massive stumps of flesh! The only remnant of his toes are the giant blocky nails along the edge of the base- the middle of which alone was black and twice the size of the others thanks to donkey traits. The middle talon on his hands was much larger too- the talon itself turned into a pointed hoof segment on the end of an overly large finger. His belly became huge and his torso stretched longer and thicker. His neck became extremely wide and then his face stretched both longer and much, much wider! His mouth became absolutely giant like a hippo, but still framed with small elephant tusks, and lined at the front with large blocky donkey teeth. His human hair remained the same instead of turning into a mane, and the only fur he got was the patch already on his back- he was mixed with three species that do not have fur, so it was unable to progress further than that. Hippo also have little ropy tails, so yet again his tail grew still longer, dragging on the ground unable to fully lift itself. His balls gurgled and the tissue groaned as they swelled to the size of a medium sized beach ball each, and thanks to the loose scrotum rest fully on the ground under him even when he is standing. Never mind donkey- elephant and hippo have internal testicles but their balls are very large- add those on top of the other species and like the tail the overlapped traits magnify themselves. Driven to full erection by changes one last time the beast flopped heavily onto its giant rump and grabbed its giant cock the girth of a fire hydrant and started to jack itself off with its malformed claws. Gregor blushed, briefly rubbing the opening of his cloaca before closing the door and this time locking the cell so the feral beast doesn't wander around and hurt someone. He is a bit jealous- at least of its ability to... enjoy its body. He had the ability to ward Telal's spells briefly... that seemed as good as he was going to get. The only way to stop all this was to convince Telal to stop, or incapacitate her. If Gregor drinks the elixir himself she will not be able to defeat him with spells- if he takes off his blindfold all he needs to do is get a good look at her, and she will be turned to stone- the spell will end instantly as if he had killed her. Without actually killing her. Gregor is a healer after all, not a killer. Sure he might treat people like lab rats most of the time- he still isn't cruel to them. At least he did not have far to travel- they are in the same building after all. Though there is probably a mile worth of stairs and halls to navigate for him to reach Telal Ethos- she is technically only about twelve meters away from him. Gregor prepared several vials of the elixir and loaded them into a belt in preparation. He gathered some extra food supplies and brought it to the only other two prisoners in the dungeons- both women. One was imprisoned for trespassing in the castle, stupidly taking a dare from a friend. The other was arrested for assaulting a royal guard- who she formerly dated. Probably would have gotten away with it if she hadn't decked him while he was on duty, surrounded by other guards. The trespasser was actually supposed to have already been let out- but Gregor left her since her cell is now ironically the best place to be. His tail makes a sweeping sound as he slithers about the stone floor. The snake heads that stem from his help hold food trays with their mouths. He slid them the extra food. "There ya are ladies- a little bit early and a little bit extra, because I don't know when I will be back. I am, uh... heading upstairs. Whole end of the world thing out there- figured I should probably complain to management." "How about you just let us out... world's fucked- who are you imprisoning us for anymore?" "Wait, don't leave us here, what if you die?!" Gregor nodded. "Yea... that would indeed suck. Here is the thing though- I unlock those cells and you both start slowly turning into animals. The cell is keeping you both safe." The other woman clacked her forehead against the bars. "Uh, yea but we can't really live stuck in here regardless. And if you end up killed because you decided to take on the most powerful sorceress in the world, we starve to death in a few days because there is no one to let us out or bring meals." "C'mon... I'll... suck your cock!" Gregor laughed immediately at that. "Oh really now." The other woman chimed in. "Handsome snake man? Sure, why not. I will blow you too- ask the guard who locked me in here in the first place, I give good head." Gregor shook his head and was about to leave but ended up slithering in a full circle. "Well... hmm. I have been rather worked up lately, and being stuck down here all the time..." He took out one of the elixir vials and one of the snakes on his head bit the top and pulled the cork out for him to drink. Gregor also wondered if people going feral was a separate effect, or just a result of the transference of beasthood. Because what happens if they turn into a species that already had equal intellect to a human? Gregor let them out of their cells, slithering back a bit before reclining on a section of his own folded tail, waiting for them to service him. The women looked at one another before shrugging and kneeling down. Sucking monster cock was still better than being cooped in a prison cell. The banded scales on the underside of the tail stopped at his lower crotch- his cloaca was between two of these bands further down, which meant his dicks were several inches lower than they would be in regard to his torso if he were human. He also has a hemipene- which means there is enough for both women at once- they don't need to share. When Gregor's twin dicks emerge they briefly look like two bumpy noodles but engorge massively quickly. What first look like little pale bumps stretch out into hooked barbs of flesh scattered across the surface of the entire phallus making it resemble a pink cactus! The dicks themselves are shaped like massive clubs. Either cock connects to its own testicle, allowing them to fire separately. If he was making love to only a single woman, he could use one dick while the other is in its refractory period and keep alternating to fuck continuously without end. The women glance at one another as they suck on the dicks, synching up their method and rhythm- sliding their lips down quickly and then pulling back slowly to bend all the barbs with the suction of their lips- feeling the dick twitch in pleasure each time a barb flicks back into place. Gregor slid back to lay on the floor, and slowly slithered his tail around the women, twisting around their bodies and limbs to tangle them all together. His tail is very heavy- hard when he tenses it but very soft and squishy when it is relaxed. It is mostly all muscle after all. After a while Gregor shivered and tensed from an echo of pleasure through his whole body... the elixir wearing off; the spell taking effect and the real show about to start. Gregor is not human- the spell will treat him like an animal, which means without the inhibitor elixir both of these women will lose their humanity to Gregor! One last experiment for the road. The first change to strike him was on the largest part of his anatomy- the gargantuan tail. Like an accordion the muscles in his tail tensed on their own subtly from bottom to top, causing his tail to scrunch up and each time it shrank a little bit more against the underside of his torso! This also caused his tail to unintentionally squirm against the women since it was so tangled with them, and squeeze them rhythmically. The twin shafts of his hemipene started to get a bit narrower toward the end but the very end did not- causing the head to be more defined against the rest, slowly engorging more to take on the mushroomed shape of a human phallus! The barbs also very slowly started to recede but the nerve concentration within them was not lost- they just relocated to the forming corona of the new glans. The two women started to squirm and let out moans muffled by the transforming cock in their mouth. Their own body started to warm with a spreading pleasure as they too changed- and like Gregor the changes started with their tails... which is close enough to their tender bits to ignite the nerves in their vulva, making them blush and fatten. They grew fleshy naked tails quickly, which at first bent against the cloth prisons of their prisoner linens, wedging between their butt cheeks and then unintentionally pressing against their own vulva. One woman managed to flick hers out, though pulled her pants half down in the process. The other woman's tail continued to grow longer forced to curve till it poked out of her pants in the front- eventually growing too large and heavy that the tail pulled her pants completely down with its weight alone. Gregor was experiencing the strange sensation of growing entirely new limbs as legs started to develop before they were visible at all- they grew within the base of the giant tail, but as the tail continued to shrink and the budding legs grew, they started to emerge as bumps and then little formless proto-limbs. Just the legs themselves at first, but then a foot shape started to take hold as they grew and developed more, and then little bubble-like toes. The nest of snakes on his head were shortening as well now and the reflexes of the serpents were slowing. The scales that trailed up his lower back started to soften and meld into his bronze toned human flesh, receding down to the base of his tail. His cloaca scrunched further up his torso to position itself between the new legs and once his tail became small enough his hips gave a loud, hollow sounding pop and compressed to be MUCH smaller! When his hips changed size, the new legs socketed to the pelvis. The women were already on their knees sucking cock but now they were on all fours and moaning around his dicks. Their tails were getting very large now and grew in pulses- you could see through the skin the muscles bulge and the growth ripple down the tail from their butts! Their hair started to fall out as their scalp became deformed- the skin there writhing at random seemingly, till the shape of several snake skulls could be seen under the skin- branching from their own skull. Their pupils started to stretch tall and narrow in width to serpentine slits. Gregor's tail was only about a third of its original size now! It regressed far enough that his cloaca was pulled taut and peeled apart into two separate holes as muscle and flesh formed a ridge to divide them! He felt a surge of pleasure and pain mixed a moment and with a grunt the front hole birthed a large testicle, and then another right after, inverting itself into a scrotum! The rear hole is now his anus only. The deep pink tone of his cocks started to soften and the skin bulked up on the surface, becoming looser and soft in spite of the shaft inside of it still being very much rigid. The stiff bumps that were his barbs completely regressed and the fattening, lighter toned skin advanced up his shafts and for a moment pushed into the mouth of the women before their sucking pushed it back down- Gregor now had a foreskin. The many snakes on his head regressed to nothing more than a collection of bumps on his head and then flattened into a shiny bald scalp before the shadow of human hair started to form- dark brown to match his eyebrows which was formerly the only hair he had. Even the tail he does still have is becoming softer- the scales fading into naked flesh. The tails on the women lashed around, twitching from spikes in arousal and pleasure the two meaty masses eventually collided with one another and they quickly coiled their tails together- squeezing each other like an odd hug. The base of the tails was expanding so massive that it occupied the space between their glutes forcing their anus to now be on the base of the tail facing forward, rather than on the bottom of their torso. Their hair was gone now and both women appeared to have five short snakes branching from their heads now! Rather than twenty long and narrow serpents, they only have five but the heads and bodies of these snakes are very large, so the bases of their bodies still cover the entirety of their scalp. Gregor's legs now matched the toned muscle of the rest of his body and he grew in pubic hair around the base of his changed genitals. He was panting heavily watching the fat veins around his crotch pulse as the last remnants of his giant tail regress to nothing more than a large tube of flesh, then a big cone, then a little nub, and finally nothing at all! His human hair grew out to his shoulders and he had to flick his head back to get it out of his face. It just grew in so obviously the hair was not styled in any way to keep it out of his face. He grew a beard as well but it is very short. He could not grow facial hair as a gorgon. Oddly, even once he is fully human his eyes remained the glowing orange of a gorgon- they did not change. He can still petrify with a glance. Apparently though it is genetically passed down the petra-eyes are a magical effect, so the transfer did not cancel it. His pupils became round, but his eyes still worked the same otherwise. The tails on the women became so large that the base collected their vulva as well, allowing their pussy to expand in size now that it is no longer restricted by the bone frame of their hips. Their anus travelled a bit further down the length. Once their five large head-snakes became long enough to reach their mid-torso the changes to their bodies seemed to pause. Even fully human, Gregor still had two dicks! They turned completely into human penis but he kept both of them! In human form his glans were abnormally large even in comparison to his impressive twin dongs and when they swelled tight and purple as he hit climax, the corona was wide enough to catch on the backs of the women's teeth, so they could not pull off his cocks even if they wanted to! Their eyes went wide with surprise and they were forced to swallow quickly from the size of the gushing load of cum that erupted from him. As soon as their eyes widened flecks of glowing orange appeared in their iris and spread like embers across a burning sheet of paper- burning away their original eye color and granting them a petrifying gaze as well! Even after the changes stopped and Gregor flopped back on the floor out of breath with his limbs spread out; the women had to wait a half minute for the glans to soften enough to pop back out of their mouths. Both of his cocks were the girth of a large bottle of pills and when fully engorged his corona distended two and a half centimeters off the shaft all the way around. The cocks were nine inches long each and each one fed by a softball sized testicle- though in human form they could no longer orgasm individually. If you set one off, the other goes off automatically with it. Confused, extremely aroused, and still buzzing from the pleasure of transforming the two women looked at one another while Gregor was incapacitated and immediately kissed deeply, fondled their tits and then flopped onto their backs! While their tails are still coiled around one another, they pulled each other closer and coiled further up the other's length till they could reach and penetrate one another's pussy! They were so aroused they ended up tearing open and tearing off their scratchy prisoner linen tops- too ravenous to simply slip them off. They were tail-fucking each other while laying on their backs, butt to butt! The five snakes on their heads writhed around and one woman latched onto either of her areola with a snake head and sucked her own tits! The head serpents gained maroon colored scales with no patterns, but no scales developed anywhere else. They did not get enough gorgon traits for their tails to develop scales- it was smooth, bare flesh! Their anus and vulva are both on their tails facing forward, but were never pushed together into a cloaca. They both retain their legs, but their tails are still large enough that they could stand up on them... though, probably not slither around. You've never seen stranger things than two tail-fucking demi-gorgon. Gregor turned completely human because he was fed humanity from two different people at once- but there was only one gorgon split between the women, so they only half transformed. Since he drank the elixir beforehand, the transfer of traits did not happen till they were already in the heat of the moment, so the women did not have a chance to second-guess their choice. There are no other animals around to turn them any further, so they are stalled in this state till the cursed magic becomes strong enough to drag beasthood from outside of the city. But because all the other citizens of the city have been doing that- the spell needs to reach from even further away to be able to turn these two. So it is safe to say this is their form for at least a while now, regardless of whether they wander around or not. Gregor also confirmed his theory- turning feral is not a separate effect carried by the spell. The women half turned into gorgon but their mental state hasn't been altered at all... because gorgon have the same intellect as a human does anyway. Luckily they are also immune to their own powers so the women did not unintentionally turn him to stone- he still has his petra-eyes so he cannot be turned by looking in his own reflection of something stupid like that. He is wearing a blindfold still but they are not- he will have to get them one. While the women frantically moaned and fucked themselves on the now warm stone floor, Gregor paced awkwardly around the room. Dragging his feet, then taking exaggerated stomps trying to figure out how legs work. It was an odd sight; a strikingly handsome dark skinned man with two soft, fat cocks taking his very first baby steps, unaware of how his own body functions. Because he has two dicks and they are both quite large even when fully flaccid- they do not tuck away into the cleft of his nuts. When he walks they are pushed forward by his thighs causing them to flop constantly one and then the other. His glans are so big that even when fully soft you can still see their definition pressed into the foreskin drawn over them. When he heard them shriek in orgasm he wandered back over to the panting half gorgons and knelt down. "So. Since you are out of your cages anyway, what do you say you girls help me topple an evil sorceress, hmm?" "Hmmm~ we are yourssss~!" "If... if it means more of this... I will follow you anywhere~!" He chuckled and got up to grab the belt of elixir vials and some blindfolds for the women. "Then I believe it is time to end the apocalypse." ----- [center][b][u][color=coral]Part Six : Operetta In E Flat[/center][/b][/u][/color] ----- Grace arrived at castle Etabed at the heart of Mountholme finally. She was glad she took her master's mace- she needed it to get here. The former humans in the capital have forgotten who they are and what they are supposed to be, but they have not forgotten their anger and frustration of having it stripped from them. Now as feral beasts they fight among each other and wander aimlessly in the streets causing random destruction in anger and fucking beasts that are similar enough to their own build to ignite arousal. Grace is at least a full half human- so the new beasts take offense to her form and attack. Her mace is not very long but its head is made up of eight triangular plates arranged in a cylinder so getting swat in the head with it hurts real bad. While she does not look especially muscular she is still pretty bulky for a human woman and still retains her full overall size from when she was a cow. Even without her weapon; getting body-checked by a 600 pound woman wearing sparse plate armor fucking hurts too. She has never travelled before so she had been looking around frantically as she followed the road north, not knowing what the capital even looks like, and she does not know how to read so the signs along the road mean nothing to her. When she seen a city the size of a giant mountain spiralling up to the base of an elevated castle she knew that must be her goal though. Now she wandered up from the base trying to figure out how to get in. There was a large road spiralling up to the main doors but there are other roads that branch around to separate plateaus around the cliffs under the castle like giant steps down into the city streets. These separate pathways lead to guard towers around its parameter and the barracks in the back, but she doesn't know that, so she keeps wandering down each and then wandering back when she realizes it wasn't the path to the castle. Luckily hooves do not wear out like feet do or she would be done before she even arrives. Grace paused and turned quickly when she seen movement in the corner of her eye. It did not rush at her to try to attack though- it wandered away quickly. Out of curiosity she trot after it, trying not to be too loud with her hooves clopping on the road under her. She stuck to the corner of some of rock outcroppings against the cliff to try be as stealthy as a seven foot tall cow woman could be. The figure is humanoid! But very small. Wrapped in a hooded cloak, the small humanoid dashes down the path with a large scaled tail lashing around behind it. Griss arrives at the guard tower and immediately takes out a lock pick and starts working the wooden door at the base of the otherwise stone tower. "Hey!" Grace stops and points her mace at him. "What are you up to?!" He nearly fumbled the lock pick in surprise and turned to her in confusion. He is actually wearing a hooded shawl- it only looks like a cloak on him because he is so small. "What the-? Who are you supposed to be?" He glanced her over but then his eyes very obviously paused on and widened at the sight of her four huge pink breasts. "I am Grace, the Pala-er... Paladin in training." Griss put a hand on his hip, noticing she does not have a silver bangle like he does. "How are you still humanoid?" "There are no humans left to alter me." It took Griss a moment to realize. "Oooh- you aren't a woman turning into a cow. You're a cow turning into a woman. Hot." He turned back around and resumed picking the lock. "W-what are you doing?" "I don't owe you that information." He smiled as the door clicked open but then frowned as Grace grabbed him by the head from behind and lifted him off the ground in one hand. "And I do not have to let you continue this uncouth behavior." He lowered his brows. "Well you certainly talk like a paladin. Look- I am breaking into the castle." "Is it not much further up? I was trying to get in as well." "The front doors are further up- yea. They are also the front doors. You know, the doors where the remaining guards will be stationed to kick your ass. Not to mention those huge-ass wooden doors weigh a hundred and ten pounds each and are obviously going to be locked, so good luck with that." Grace looked up at the guard tower. "But how are you going to get into the castle from here?" "Third floor window." Grace scanned up the tower and seen a window on either side of the structure on the third floor but nothing connecting to them. A moment later she saw an opening in the rock face opposite of the window facing the cliff-side. There is a hidden passage into the castle dungeon- you have to jump across to the opening from the window in the guard tower! Normally it isn't exactly considered an open door even to the few scoundrels that actually know about it because you need to break into a guard tower to even get in, and then are essentially delivering yourself to the dungeon- but in this particular situation... there are no guards left to man this station. Grace put him down and Griss huffed at her and skittered upstairs with the cow woman following close behind. He found some sturdy planks resting against the wall behind some crates on the third floor but could not pick them up himself- he is too small to lift them properly. Grace grabbed them up and easily slid them out the window to make a temporary bridge to the hidden passage and the two of them darted inside. They had to move slowly till their eyes adjusted to the dark because there are no torches or braziers in this hidden nook, so it is completely black. It seems like a natural cave for most of its length since no one is meant to know it even exists. Almost every castle ever built has at least one hidden opening like this to get in and out- because an enemy army could win fairly easily otherwise by simply laying siege to the front gates and trapping everyone inside the castle till they starve to death without a way to get supplies in or out. She looked down at the little rogue skittering just ahead, relying on his better sight in darkness to guide them. "So you were human? How did you stop transforming? Even people in the middle of the capital seem to have fully turned even though there is almost no animals there." He lifted his tail up while continuing to walk forward, flashing her the silver rune-etched bangle around the base of it. "Ethos created these trinkets to ward her own spell." "I have seen those! Oh... but that means you... work for..." Griss laughed loudly, echoing off the cold stone walls. "No. I stole it off some of the goons she hired. But that is what I came here to do- offer my services to the witch in hopes she restores my body while she is at it. I am at least better than the three she sent to Dirocke, so why not hire me, right?" "But she is trying to end the human race! Why would you want to work WITH her?!" Griss sighed, turning to her and pausing their walking briefly. "Look tits- here is a free survival tip; this world works around the concept of survival of the fittest. None of us are stronger than Telal, I think that is pretty clear at this point- so if you want to survive, you have to get on her good side. Like a bird getting a free meal out between the teeth of a crocodile- if you can't beat them; join them." "But you might be able to defeat her- she is not invincible! Is the entire human race not a cause worth fighting for?! I would gladly sacrifice myself for a chance of restoring justice!" Griss huffed, remembering all the shit he and his sister have been dragged through in their lives. "Justice doesn't exist." "W-what?" "Justice is a man-made concept, it doesn't exist in the world. Life isn't fair, deal with it." He resumed walking. "Then you should be fighting to bring justice and fairness instead of simply accepting things as they are!" Griss growled, cringing at her naive, unwavering sense of righteousness. "Well then YOU do it. I am not a volunteer service! I lived long enough on scraps of society- I am not doing shit without some sort of profit to me, and I know you ain't got gold on you- you have no pockets. You're a lone cow so it is not like you got an army to back us up, so what? What is in it for me?" Grace stuttered a bit, having not encountered a person as morally bankrupt as this before. "T-the salvation of your species and the pride of saving the world?" "Yeaaaaa- no." She noticed him gawking at her huge floppy teats again, smirked a little and knelt down to bring them closer to his face. "What about these?" "H-huh?" "You ever ride a cow before, little man?" Griss crossed his arms in thought. Risk his life to fuck a four breasted cow woman? Eh, who is he kidding- she is going to continue to follow him regardless and make so much noise arguing with him that they will get caught and imprisoned anyway if he doesn't agree, might as well take whatever offer he gets just to shut her up. Her bottom breasts are very big- her top breasts are colossal on even her large frame. Griss is so small and Grace is so large that a single one of her upper breasts can be squished across Griss' entire body! She knelt down onto all fours and Griss flicked one fat teat while latching onto the other and sucking, stretching her boob forward by it before letting it pop out and snap back into shape in a wobbling fit. Grace inched forward but he put a hand on her other tit to hold her back. "Ah- I am on top." She smirked again. "Oh? You have pride to hurt after all?" "Uh, more an issue of me not wanting your body weight to crush my pelvis into dust." Grace is wearing plate armor but it is sparse so she doesn't actually need to remove of any of it for this. Griss skittered up her torso when she lays back and grabs her top teats while thrusting his genitals against the cleavage of her lower breasts. His entire torso is only big enough to make it around the curvature of the lower breasts and half up the top ones. His sheath fattens as his twin dicks slowly wake up again and her soft fuzzy nuts squash into the soft rubbery flesh of the lower boobs. Her teats are so big and fat they completely fill his hands each and work like handles for him to hold onto her. His large snake tail slithers around her lower body and feels its way down the extra smooth pink flesh of her front to the bovine shaped labia. Griss' sheath stretched taller as the opening had to contort around two dicks. Once they emerged the bumps around the corona started to stretch into little cones and then the giant spike-like barbs of his full erection! He slid his tail into her pussy, hooked in around her clit so his tail rubbed it in order to get into her vagina, working her up too. Her pubic mount blushed an even deeper tone of pink and her mons fattened in arousal. Griss has the pads of a rodent's feet on his hands and feet, which feel nice against her skin when he grabs into and kneads her flesh. His little translucent claws are not large enough to have to worry about. She smiled and thrust her chest out suddenly, causing Griss to fall forward and then she fell back flat against the cave floor- clapping all four breasts together around his head, smashing him into her four-way cleavage! She chuckled as he thrashed about trying to pull himself out from between her heavy melons. He grumbled at her laughing once he was out and immediately skittered down to her pussy- now worked up and wet thanks to his tail. Grace quietened down and raised her legs slightly in anticipation when she felt the turgid glans of his dick on both her vulva and anus at the same time! Two dicks- one for each hole. Thanks to the size of the massive barbs around the corona his cock is able to stretch open openings that should definitely have been too big for him. Grace's pussy and anus gradually opened as he pushed harder against her- his barbs slowly bending till the tension of the barbs and the muscle ribs of her inner passages found balance. They popped in and her passages immediately clenched from the pleasure jolt back in on his shaft to hug it while the barbs spread back out on the inside and raked softly across her inner walls! He could feel his dicks against one another through her inner lining! Grace moaned several times in a deep pitch, mirroring the lowing of a cow. Her black hair pooled around her head against the cave floor with her face tilted back and eyes closed with a blissful look on her face. Bull penis is very long, but not particularly wide, so while Griss was nowhere near the length of a bull- he still filled Grace just fine. Once his barbs loosened her up a bit more he started to thrust with enough force to make her breasts rock back and forth too- softly plapping together while her large teats flop over one way and then the other on their tips. Griss hooked his little hands onto the sharp edges of her still semi-bovine pelvis and her large muscular legs were bent up at the knees and softly hugged him from the sides with her meaty thighs. Griss had been doing a good job edging himself, but Grace's pussy put the death grip on his cock once she climaxed ahead of him! Grace's ears fluttered as she rolled her head back and let out a loud moo. Her inner walls rippled and sucked at Griss' twin dicks, causing him to lean heavily forward and with one final thrust in he climaxed too. Well, at least if he dies fighting Telal it will be with empty balls. With a short time to recover, Grace picked up the little man and plopped him on her shoulder and the two walked the rest of the dark path, seeing the dim glow of a lantern ahead where the path converges back into one of the main halls in the dungeon. The end of the cave takes several abrupt turns so it is hard to see the opening even if you are right beside it in the dim light. As soon as they came out- Gregor and the two half gorgon women were standing there. The two women were distracted, giggling softly occasionally and glancing at one another with bedroom eyes while their tails writhe around one another behind them, tangling and untangling constantly. Gregor is only wearing dungeon linen pants, but has three belts on and a satchel slung over his shoulder loaded with dozens of potions and elixirs. He just stood with his arms crossed- waiting for Grace and Griss. "Having fun in there?" Griss scoffed. "What's it to you?" Grace blushed brightly. "Y-you heard?" Gregor chuckled, snapping his fingers to send the sound down the long passage. "Bit of an echo in here if you hadn't noticed- sound tends to bounce around." Griss looked him over, seeing just a hint of the glowing orange iris through the thin fabric of the blindfold. "And who are you supposed to be, exactly? One of the witch's pawns?" "I am but a simple healer! Gregor is the name." Griss motioned with a grin at the two women behind him barely able to keep their hands off each other. "And a player." Gregor shrugged. "The entourage is a recent addition- you know what they say; the more the merrier. Now... I cannot imagine why anyone would walk toward the source of a cataclysm instead of away... unless you intend to go toe to toe with the magnus?" Grace nodded eagerly. "We intend to convince her to revoke her spell. With force... if we need." Gregor nodded and then continued walking down the passage ahead of them. "Then you will probably need a healer. The stairs up to the main floor are this way. There are still servants wandering around with protective bangles but they do not stop intruders. Me and the girls here can simply turn the guards to stone if they give us any trouble." ----- Logos plods into the main hall, having been able to shove open one side of the huge double-door enough to slip inside with the help of Harbinger. The doors were obviously locked as well; but the Blood Of Aeons- his heirloom pendant- is able to unlock it. As former Justicarius, Logos is permitted to come and go from the castle as he sees fit just as Telal does. Stay here Harbinger. There are still servants active in the castle, and the king will be in here somewhere too. Try to round up as many humans as you can and keep them safe. I have seen the extent of Telal's powers- our fight will be fierce and I do not want to hold back from risk of hurting bystandars. "Not sure the sheep will flock to a wolf, but this one will try." That is all I can ask of you. Logos walked through the colossal hall that is the foyer, hearing his hoof-paws click on the floor and echo off the marble walls. Even the giant ornate chandeliers remain unlit. The castle is an eerie, cold place in its current state. He has never seen it so empty and dark. It has always been a bright and pristine home for the king, and inviting space for the lords of the various houses that serve the kingdom to come and seek council. A pale glow fills the end of the main foyer from beyond and he walks out onto more scattered marble tiles embedded in grass. There is no roof over this portion of the castle- this courtyard is a crossroads for the many wings of the ground floor of the castle, and looking up to the sky above you can see where the throne room is from here- the only area on the fourth floor of the castle. In the middle of this court is a colossal rotunda made of ancient, weathered stone that looks like it is plastered together with thick, spongy green moss. It shelters a large statue of Lord Argain Baul- the first king of Etabed. Past frightened servants who part to let him pass, guards posted to keep such people out who are too afraid of Logos to actually do their job, and even a few animals wearing the tattered remnants of clothing; Logos wandered through to the far side of the castle to the stairs leading up. Getting to the king's throne is no easy feat- the stairs leading to the next floor is on the opposite end of the castle as the previous entrance; so to get to the fourth floor you need to walk from one side to the other three times in a row. Logos even passes a servant sadly handing out food reserves to a stallion wearing stretched and torn socks on its legs with the few stretched threads of a shirt around his torso, knelt down on the ground beside a colt wearing a stretched but intact shirt itself. The family of the servant... she was chosen by Telal to serve to the end, but her family was not. Now she is forced to keep her own family as if they were pets. If you look hard enough you can find some of the silver bangles here and there in the castle that no longer have an owner. People who were chosen to remain human but could not bear to witness the world fall and took their bangle off- wishing their human mind to be erased. Logos passes the monster that used to be the champion Rajh. Still has dried blood crusted to one side of his head from the splintered stump of the horn Telal shattered off in their last encounter. On the second floor Logos is approaching the stairs to the third when King Pathos wanders into the hall from his bedroom and freezes up in surprise at his presence. "Oh. Logos?" My liege. Pathos smirked, motioning for him to follow as he started ahead to bring him to the throne room. "Quite the form you have there. Oddly appropriate. Honestly I do not know if you can fight her, Logos. You know as well as I do how talented she is though, and you still came." Even if there was no apparent hope, I would still fight if only to make her job all the harder. I would rather die for justice eagerly than die with idle hands. Or... hooves. "Aaah- a joke, from you? Has the calamity given you a sense of humour at last?" Formality seems moot among the chaos. There was a brief pause. If I hold back against Telal she will surely defeat me... "Hm..." Pathos bowed his head a bit, understanding. I may have to kill her. "We all do what we must for what we believe." Pathos opened the door to the throne room- this time he was met with the sound of a violinist playing at the side of the throne room. Telal twirls about to the music with her eyes shut and arms out to her sides as if to feel the music wash over her, or move her as a dance partner would. She is wearing a two layer gown today- the looser outer layer synched at the hip with a golden rose and again at the shoulder with an inscribed runic crest. The outer gown is golden on the outside and royal purple on the inner side. Under this layer is a less revealing black gown with elegant lace hem. Every one of her fingers and thumbs is adorned with a simple ring and below both layers of skirts her legs are encapsulated with the animated metal that is her transformed wheelchair, granting her the ability to stand. The violinist abruptly stops on seeing Logos behind Pathos in the doorway; striking the wrong note and making Telal cringe and stop her dancing abruptly as well. Pathos continued casually through the room toward his throne and Logos took only a few steps into the room before stopping- glaring at Telal who now turned to see him. "Justicarius. You know I pondered allowing everyone to retain their thoughts as you do. I need only remove their ability to produce more humans in the future and the species will peter out on its own. But it seemed too cruel." You are hereby charged with conspiring against the kingdom as well as innumerable accounts of unlicensed magic usage in restricted areas, tampering without consent, and magically assisted genocide. "They cannot mourn their loss without the capacity to understand what they have lost in the first place. Turning them all into animals removes their ability to reproduce allowing me to remove humans from the world without actually killing anyone. I did not do this on a whim- I have thoroughly planned this and weighed the options. This was the most ethical course of action." Normally the sentence would be death, but due to your lofty status and history of service; your punishment may be negotiable- depending on the reigning sovereigns descission. Telal sighed. "Not even listening, hmm? Do you even think about the choices you make, Logos? It seems more like you let the rules think for you." She started to slowly walk toward him down the very long, narrow room. "Does that not seem like it would make you unfit to properly cast judgement?" My feelings do not write the law, and neither do yours. Feelings are fickle and only relevant to the individual- the law is not selfish, it exists for everyone to maintain order, it does not make exceptions. It does not matter how you feel, it does not change how things ARE and continue to be. "Ah, but every life is to the individual. Each one unique, every person in a different situation and with different feelings on the matter, so to cast them all under the exact same unbending rules seems folly. If someone stole a loaf of bread because he felt like it, or disliked the shop owner- you charge them as a thief. The same as if someone stole a loaf of bread because they and their kin were about to starve. That doesn't sound very just to me." She stopped immediately in front of him- even though he is on all fours their eyes are on equal level. "This isn't about pre-written rules, it is about ethics. Rules written by the nature of the world- the reasoning between both our actions and the actions of the creatures we share their world with. Laws are written by man, for mankind. But that is the issue here, is it not? You do not own this world, why should you write its rules?" Logos took the opportunity of her being so close and lunged forward, snapping his maw at her face but Ethos dipped back to avoid the attack the red carpet below them lifted up, forming into a giant fist and slammed into Logos's underside, smashing the air out of his lungs and bouncing him off the roof. Ethos casually started to walk away again. Logos got to his feet quickly enough afterward. Hah, quite the speech, from a human. She paused and half-turned to him. "What?" You cast your judgement on the entire species, and you alone judged them unworthy to even exist, based on something they have not even done yet. How very... human of you. Ethos growled and flew at Logos- all the rings on her right hand melted together and encased her hand, extending off it as a two-sided blade! Logos dodged to the side and attempted to bite her again, but the rings on her left hand managed to seal her forearm and hand in a cocoon of steel to protect her from his fangs. Ethos thrust her right hand forward and left a gash down the left side of Logos' long face. Pathos sat in his throne, tapping his foot while watching it all unfold nervously. Logos tried to yank her left hand to the side to get at her bare flesh but he also seen her outer dress swirl out under him and quickly let go to dodge backward just as her dress formed into a huge alligator jaw and snapped at him. Her extremely long crimson hair swirled around her head and formed into the head of a dragon. Logos dashed to the side as Ethos bowed forward and the dragon head breathed a stream of flames onto the floor, following Logos in an attempt to incinerate him. Logos ran just ahead of it and then turned toward Ethos herself to attack again- she cannot breathe fire straight down or she will light herself aflame. Her dress turned into a snake's tail and coiled around him holding him off and she swiped downward- Logos could only partially turned to dodge; she cut the top half of his right ear off. He now had streaks of blood building on either side of his head. She tossed him into the air and the dragon head caught him in its maw, shaking him a bit before throwing him straight through one of the marble pillars. Ethos turned to him fully again as her hair fell back limp and she brushed the creases out of her dress. "Pathos' chosen champion could not defeat me in two attempts, what superfluous arrogance drove you to believe that you could succeed where he failed?" Logos huffed, grinning with his bloody fangs as he slowly got to his feet again. What I believe doesn't matter, remember? The blade from her right arm grew still longer. "Then I will grant you wish, and disregard your personal input." There was a deep thrum in the air a moment causing everyone to pause before the heavy metal door to the room was torn clear off its hinges and fired across the room as a projectile! Ethos put her arm out and the door froze in space the moment it touched her fingertips. Amaranth casually walked into the room with Grace, Griss, and Gregor standing just behind her. "Knock, knock." The faintest hint of a smile twitched at the edge of Pathos' mouth. "A Siren, Rogue, Paladin, Healer, and Justicar. The rulings cannot silence the heart they were born from. Each fights for what they believe in... may this end in a consensus of the heart." The door hovering in front of Ethos' hand crumbled itself into a ball and immediately fired across the room back at Amaranth like a giant bullet! Amaranth hummed a beautiful melody and thrust her hand forward- from the point where the two would have touched the ball of crumpled metal almost instantly turned molten, glowing with heat and writhed in mid-air to avoid touching and burning her hand. Amaranth started to chant magic words and Ethos stepped forward to silence her- but Grace charged at Ethos from around Amaranth! Ethos's outer dress opened on one side as a giant golden dragon wing and slammed Grace into the wall hard enough to crack it. Ethos was barely fast enough to jump back and avoid the giant eleven foot long lance Amaranth formed from the molten metal to impale her on! Amaranth walked toward her as the others slipped into the room behind her. "You do this for the animals and yet here I am stripped of my wings. You torment us now with the effects of your wretched spell to avoid something that has not even come to pass yet!" "It was the most I could do- I am one woman against a world, it was never going to be perfect!" "The future has never and will never be a guarantee for anyone- what you seen MAY come to pass. But what we suffer now thanks to you HAS come to pass. You traded a possibility for a reality. I will take my wings back, whether you give them willingly or not!" Amaranth chanted and motioned to the side- but Ethos was watching her for the attack and did not realize she was motioning to the broken stone of the shattered pillar which formed into a huge stone hammer head and crushed Ethos against the wall, winding her and breaking at least one rib! Gregor dashed into the room and one of his girls dashed over to Logos to help him. Gregor himself threw a potion vial at Logos catching him off guard- he could only bow his head so the vial shattered across the top of his head and did not get into his eyes. The potion stung his open wounds but after a moment his wounds felt cool to the touch and the bleeding on his ear stopped! The gouge down his face knit itself closed again and vanished entirely. It is a healing potion! Gregor just winked at him. "The unofficial royal apothecary, at your service." Logos grumbled. Unlicensed medical practices? Pathos shrugged. "W-well, royally sanctioned." Amaranth took another step forward and a deep breath- ready to shatter the entire room with a scream but the carpet under her spiralled up and immediately yanked tight- forcing the air back out of her lungs as Ethos cast the stone away from herself again. Amaranth could not breathe- the rug is crushing her, she cannot use magic if she cannot use her voice! Grace rushed Ethos from behind and smashed her in the right side of her face with the mace, breaking the skin open between the bone of her skull and the steel of the mace head! Ethos fell back partially against the wall- her head spinning and filled with shooting pain so unable to act fast enough. Griss skittered up a pillar and used his tail to swing around and off it, straight onto Ethos and plunged his dirk straight into her heart. "Nothing personal, witch. I just didn't see any profit in letting you live." The carpet holding Amaranth fell limp, releasing her. Logos got there just in time to bite Griss' tail and yank him away! Griss hissed and was about to protest when he seen the bladed fingers made of blood, rising from Ethos' chest that would have eviscerated him. "The fuuuuck?" She is the magnus; Ethos is versed in ALL known magic. Necromancy included! Ethos shoved herself off of the wall with a jerk and flicked her right arm toward Grace- firing her body across the room hard enough to smash through yet another pillar. "Annoying." Gregor flicked an elixir bottle across the room at her. "Think fast!" Ethos put her hand up in a stop gesture and the bottle froze in place in the air, but then Amaranth whistled and the bottle exploded- getting its contents all over Ethos anyway! It only seemed to irritate her however. Gregor backed up a bit so she did not target him. "Wait... it didn't work." Griss looked at him. "What uh... what was that supposed to do, exactly?" "That is an elixir I made that can for a few moments block the resonance of her spell. It cannot undo its effects but it would prevent it from spreading. By hitting HER with it- it should have prevented the spread everywhere because I would have cut off its source." Griss tilted his head. "Which means... she isn't its source." Grace charged at Ethos again who turned to her with a scowl as her dress started to flutter up off the floor again, ready to transform. Logos lunged at her but a hand made of condensed blood reached up from the hole in her chest and grabbed him by the face to hold him off a moment before she slammed the blade on her right hand through his head! Logos pulled back in time so the blade did not lance his skull but instead the side of his long muzzle, spearing his lips and cheeks straight through to the other side and even cutting the surface of his tongue inside! Amaranth kicked Ethos across the face while she was distracted with Logos, raking her talons across her cheeks before leaning back and then screaming at her! Everyone was knocked back from the force and even the marble walls started to crack and chip from the abrasive sound! Logos quickly backed up and shook his head to try and gather himself. Ethos flicked her left finger at Amaranth and her ring dislodged like an arrow- turning into a throwing dagger mid-air and lanced Amaranth directly in her throat, immediately silencing her. Gregor quickly grabbed a healing potion and dashed to her aid. Grace and Griss attacked from two different directions at the same time, but as Grace swung her mace- Ethos's dress turned into the snapping maw of an angered wolf, bit into Griss' tail and swung HIM into Grace's head, knocking them both away! The frightened violinist called out in protest a moment as one of Gregor's girls yanked the violin from her hand and held it up. "Hey Greg~ is this important?" He finished pulling the dagger from Amaranth's neck as his potion closed the hole carefully around it so the least amount of blood escaped. "What? A violin?" She turned it, revealing an extremely complex runic array etched in tiny writing across the entire back. Gregor then glanced over at the pipe organ on the other side of the room and also seen runes on it, and then the harp too. "The resonance. She used literal music. Destroy them! She cannot amplify the spell any more without the music!" The girl went to smash the violin but shuddered and collapsed to her knees, then bucked her head back and moaned! She is still half human- Ethos is flash-transforming what humanity she has left to incapacitate her! Her legs and arms shortened and her soles and hands rapidly stretched as paw pads fattened up, trapping her on four legs and unable to stand back up! Her ears grew rapidly long and narrow, dangling limp on either side of her face as her face stretched rapidly degenerating her cries and moans to whimpers and yips. Feathers exploded down her body except for the snakes on her head, and her tail finally gained its coating of scales to match them! Her breasts regressed into her chest as six large erect teats appeared on her midriff and her mons billowed out huge pulling her vulva into a pillowy triangle! Ethos turned her remaining humanity into an odd breed of dog from the eastern kingdoms known as Cu Sith; a dog that is covered in feathers instead of fur. Grace had been knocked back with Griss, falling almost directly between the two other instruments however. Grace smashed into the organ with her mace and Griss played his dirk blade across the strings of the harp- popping them all in half! Gregor's other girl dashed over to grab the violin and finish what her counterpart started. Gregor called out to Logos and tossed another healing potion into the air. Ethos went to transform the second girl, but Logos bit into the potion mid-air and it started to heal his lanced face as he continued to spin on his front limbs, and then kicked Ethos full-force with both of his back legs; which are half horse. He slammed her against the wall hard enough to make her spit up blood all over herself, and she was unable to stop the other girl in time- as she smashed the violin. The spell could no longer spread now. All that was left was to stop it entirely- which meant stopping Telal Ethos herself. Ethos' eyes pulsed with light a moment and in a wave across her body her own wounds started to mend themselves. "[b]Wretched pests![/b] You will not take the future of this world for your own petty cause!" She thrust her arms out to either side and an immense shockwave of power erupted from her body! The force of the blast was so gigantic that all four walls of the entire room exploded outward! Everyone fell to the floor and had to scramble with their arms and legs to try to grip the floor long enough that the blast did not launch them out of the building entirely! This is the only room on the fourth floor, there is nothing but open air outside of the throne room. The roof fell at them, threatening to crush them all now that there were no longer any walls to hold it up but then it too was shattered to dust and cast away from Ethos. In a ruinous vortex the shattered remains of the entire throne room rose up over them all and re-converged into the shape of Ethos herself! A colossal avatar of her upper body made of white marble! The black marble that veined the pillars now concentrated into two black demon horns on the head of her avatar, and the avatar's 'hair' is made of the flowing cloth banners that bordered the entire room formerly. The sun was starting to go down- the metallic orange light of dusk glittered powerfully off the surface of the massive lake in the distance and made it difficult to see. Stars started to appear in the sky as if arriving to observe the outcome of this battle for the human race. Ethos' outer dress rose from her billowing out into two dragon wings. Her black dress lifted her off the shattered floor and stretched into a tail for her to slither on and her hair animated itself, once again taking the shape of a dragon's head ready to incinerate anyone who tried to stop her. When she spoke, her avatar also spoke with a much louder echo of her voice. [i][b]"How many people exist in the world today? How many animals? What of tomorrow, and the next? This moment- this present is nothing in the face of the entirety of the future! You will not trade eternity for a mere moment!!"[/b][/i] Grace picked Griss up and threw him at Ethos like a human cannon ball trying to hit her from behind, but Ethos was ready and poised for an attack from any direction at the moment. She half-turned and elbowed Griss in the gut before he got to her body and before he fell off her arm she flicked it out and back- slicing him across the gut with the bladed end! Griss fell to the ground holding his belly to try and slow the bleeding- Gregor again seen a patient and made a dash for him, going around the others so hopefully Ethos does not see him. Grace bowed her head and charged forward like an angered bull from behind her and Logos rushed at her from the front at the same time. The avatar slammed its giant marble hand into Grace's back and crushed her against the floor hard enough to impact it slightly- threatening to cave it into the floor below. Ethos clapped the dragon wings and Logos for a moment was suspended in the air as the blast of wind was equal in strength to his momentum- making him seem weightless a moment. Before he could touch down to move again the dragon head blasted him into the floor with a stream of fire! He had to frantically roll to try and prevent the flames from spreading- his entire body covered in flammable fur. The remaining half gorgon grabbed a potion off Gregor's belt and went to help Logos as Gregor himself was busy closing the gash across Griss that was almost deep enough to spill his intestines. Ethos heard Amaranth start to chant and picked up the winded and hurt Grace and threw her at the Siren to silence her! Amaranth had speak faster to change her melody half way in, and managed to slow Grace in the air to be able to catch and put her down rather than them violently colliding. The avatar was able to see for Ethos- that is why she can perfectly counter attacks made to her backside; she can see her own back with the avatar. She seen Gregor healing Griss and her avatar turned and pulled back its left fist to punch them into the floor. With a fist that big- a direct punch would pop their bodies open against the floor like water balloons. The avatar stopped for a moment when Grace quickly attacked- throwing her mace as hard as she could at it, but then resumed immediately seeing how little the attack did. She threw it hard enough that the metal mace actually wedged into the elbow of the marble arm but that was it- it is the size of a thimble compared to the colossal arm. Ethos heard Amaranth chanting again and recognised the incantation- in a panic she tried to chant her own but Amaranth's stronger voice cancelled her out and finished hers faster than Ethos could have countered regardless! She summoned lightning from the clear sky! Normally lightning is a hard attack- it's so fast and hard hitting than even the person summoning it cannot control it properly. Grace fixed that part. The metal mace was high enough and conductive enough that the lighting had no choice but to use it to land- the force of the electrical current exploded the elbow completely off of the avatar, ripping its left arm off! The fist just barely missed Gregor and Griss and slammed into the floor hard enough to easily cave it in, removing a massive section of the floor! The two of them had to scramble away quickly to make sure they did not fall into the hole too. Logos once again rushed her body- she flicked her left hand once in either directon- firing rings off two more fingers and turning them to throwing daggers to pierce him! One struck into his right shoulder and the other into the base of his neck. He did not slow his attack and snapped his maw at her but she slithered back on the black tail of her inner dress. Her avatar spotted Griss a moment too late to stop him- he lunged forward to Logos, cutting the dress open with his dirk! The tail was broken and forced to return to inanimate cloth, dropping Ethos abruptly. Logos did not hessitate in lunging forward again in spite of his bleeding neck and this time Ethos could not stop him- biting into her left arm and thrashing his head to gore the flesh! Logos was punched off her a moment later, winded and given several broken ribs as the avatar's right arm punched him straight through the edge of the floor and lower wall- blowing him straight through the building and out the side! Amaranth quickly rushed to the edge and started chanting but her voice trembled with emotion, causing her incantation to fail! Logos crashed through the roof on part of the third floor and out of sight for now before she could save him. Ethos stomped her foot down on Griss' tail before he could distance himself from her and brought her bladed arm down at his back! Suddenly her wings crackled and turned to stone! Ethos paused and glanced back as the thin stone cracked and broke under its own weight! She then looked at Gregor with fury- he had pulled his blindfold up long enough to glare at Ethos. As the magnus she is familiar with the magic of a petrifying gaze so the innate magic could not do anything to her... however her dress was woven from organic material, which means her clothing can succumb to his cursed eyes. She still had Griss pinned in place however. Grace charged her with all her strength again to try and save the little man. Grace was not bleeding all over the place but she definitely was still not doing good from that crash against the floor. Spreading bruises marked where she was bleeding internally and the sundered stone of the floor left her with several small triangular puncture wounds. This beef was tenderized. Grace tackled Ethos to the ground, forcing her to let Griss escape and briefly winding her from the weight of the bovine woman. Amaranth started changing and motioned to Griss to yank him back to her through space quickly before readying another attack of her own. The avatar swung her arm again this time to smash Grace off the building! Grace got up quickly, but Ethos' hair coiled around her neck holding her in place so she could not evade and started strangling her! Amaranth raised her voice and the air vibrated powerfully as a wall of force collided with the giant marble fist, freezing it in place! The fist was too strong to deflect but the force too strong for it to move forward! Amaranth raised her pitch to a deafening tone for a moment and the marble started to crack and shatter from the frequency of vibrations! The holes in the floor started to crumble and widen, reducing the space everyone had to stand even more. Amaranth lowered her pitch again while maintaining the melody and the frequency lowered returning the force from piercing to pushing- and now full of even more cracks the force got BETWEEN the stone and ripped the arm apart! Chunks of marble rained down on the city below as she blew the avatar's remaining arm away! Amaranth then collapsed to the floor gasping for air- she had exhausted every molecule of air in her lungs holding that for so long without being able to breathe in. Too small to be noticed as easily as the others- Ethos was too distracted to spot Griss once again charging at her, jumping up and cut her across the face with his dirk- splitting her left eye and face to her temple. She cried out in pain and staggered back, holding her heavily bleeding eye. Griss pressed his luck and as soon as his feet his the ground again he jumped forward again trying to split open her guts- but he should have known he has never been that lucky. Her hair formed into a giant fist and grabbed him for her- squeezing till she started to hear his ribs pop and he vomited blood onto himself! Gregor threw a potion at him, shattering it across Griss' forehead to keep him alive longer. Grace punched Ethos in the face staggering her back again and breaking her concentration enough to drop Griss again before completely crushing him to death. She was unable to see Grace coming because she is now blind on the left side. Logos returned to the room, having to jump onto the floor from the stairs because the last few steps have collapsed. He charged Ethos the moment he arrived again without pausing long enough for Gregor to heal his bloody wounds, so Gregor once again simply threw a potion at him hard enough to shatter open and spread its contents loosely across the wounds. Good enough to stem the tide of blood anyway- the best they can afford with no time. The armless avatar started to change shape; her marble face stretching outward and teeth sharpening while the horns remained the same- becoming the giant head of a dragon. The armless torso reformed into its neck. The sky was turning dark blue and purple as the sun started to dip below the horizon now. The stars became brighter and the metallic sunlight glittering off the distant waves of the lake became more violent. The entire area was suddenly illuminated in dull orange and red as the giant marble dragon opened its mouth and a colossal fireball started to form! Everyone's hearts tightened in fear- if that thing breaths down on them they will all be incinerated in one hit! It is big enough to delete their entire party! Ethos attempted to form her dress but having sections of it turned to stone and crumbled away prevented her from properly shaping the cloth. Grace attempted another attack but Ethos thrust her bladed arm forward- launching the blade off like a javelin! Grace turned in shock just fast enough that the metal spear lanced her left shoulder rather than her heart! Logos jumped while running forward as fast as he could, clearing several feet of space with his lunge before biting into Ethos' midriff and leaving a dozen puncture wounds from his fangs before her hair formed into a giant hammer head and smashed him off her into the floor hard enough to start caving it in again. The ball of fire overhead grew larger and wisps of flame started to form gathering into it from even further away, the dragon head lowered to face them all. Amaranth could not counter the fire- it is too big, a water incantation even from her inhumanly powerful voice would not be enough. She could attack Ethos but the avatar moves independently- she could hurt Ethos while she is distracted with Logos, but then the fireball still kills everyone regardless. She took a deep breath and froze a moment, trying to gather and steady herself as much as she could as quickly as she can. If she wavers during an incantation she has to start over from the beginning again. She chanted out loud motioning her arm forward. Ethos glared at her past Logos, ready to deflect whatever the siren intends, not realizing she was not Amaranth's target. Pathos quickly dashed out of the way as Amaranth whipped her arm upward toward the throne and launched it as a projectile- straight into the underside of the dragon's jaw! She forced it to close its mouth on its own fireball and the entire sky turned red for a moment and filled with flames from the gigantic explosion! Marble chunks rained down across a ten mile radius as the avatar was completely annihilated by its own attack! Ethos finally took her hand from her face, revealing her necromantic powers had regenerated her split eyeball, restoring her sight. Logos would not give her time to take advantage of it. [b][i]You condemn humanity for what it could do. You have completely neglected their capacity to change, to learn! You have shown no faith in your own species! Rather than guide them and try to fix the problem you completely discarded it, ruining your so-called eternity for an entire species- the very crime you accuse everyone else of!! I hereby charge you with hypocrisy![/b][/i] He lunged at her again but she moved back to evade it- but the attack was a feint. She cannot dodge twice without throwing herself off balance and tripping. He landed on his front legs and immediately braced, leaping as high into the air as he could, twisting in mid-air and tucking his back hoof-paws in for a kick at chest-level! Ethos' hair started to lift but then flopped back down limp! Her eyes went wide as she noticed the pale yellow glowing runes across the floor around her! Grace used her minor holy powers to consecrate the ground under Ethos! The consecration negates any spells made with ill-intent! Amaranth let out one last scream of power before collapsing onto her hands and knees- the wall of force slammed into Logos and shoved him into Ethos just as he kicked! Ethos was hit with so much force it looked like she had teleported- vanishing from in front of Logos and re-appearing as her spine smashed against the stone floor several feet away, and a split second later the back of her skull bounced off it. He knocked Ethos unconscious. They knew immediately she had lost consciousness when the metal and wood twisted around her legs to animate them fell away limp. In a shockwave from the magnus' body a pressure everyone was not even aware they felt was suddenly lifted. Everything felt lighter suddenly as Ethos's spell collapsed in a shockwave that would be felt the world over. Animals almost immediately restored to their proper bodies- the humanity rejected and streamed back to its original owners! People became vaguely aware of what they had been doing the last while as their conscious minds fully woke back up. Naked and confused the human populace of the world was restored. Griss restored to a man- though his shawl no longer cut it as clothing and had to cup his hands over his exposed balls in front of the king. Grace turned back into a simple cow, and Logos back into a towering man as he snapped off one of the pauldrons from Grace's ill-fitting armor to place over his own crotch casually. Gregor rushed over to give Grace several healing potions and help pull the metal spike out of her shoulder- she was still quite hurt. The two half gorgons turned back to women and Gregor passed his pants to one of them to wear while the other hid behind the first. When Gregor turns back into a gorgon he has no legs again- eliminating his need of pants at all. Amaranth turned back into a Silver Songstress, flapping her wings and hopping lightly on her long legs as she skipped around the room in glee. Unlike the others she did not linger long- remembering the mage in his towers she took flight to see if Icarus was alright, and thank him before leaving these human lands to the marshes and lagoons she belongs in. Before she took off, she sung them all one last haunting melody from her beak this time, and off she went into the night sky. Logos became even more a decorated hero in the kingdom even though he is supposed to be retired. Griss and his sister were given a home in the capital- and enough money that his sister no longer had to rely on unsavory means to survive. Gregor was granted even more equipment and allowed to open his own potion shop- though because of his continuing duties in the dungeon, someone else must man the shop for him. Grace was a cow again, and had no need of awards, medals, titles, nor gold. She was returned to her masters back on the ranch, and everyone was told of her service to the world. Though she no longer understood their words of praise- she did recognise the large bronze statue of herself erected in the shade of the wisteria tree at the center of her home town. She was already the favored of her owners- now she was revered the kingdom over. Everyone who visited the town would always stop by the ranch to pat her on the head for good luck- and she will usually give them a friendly lick on the hand. And the Magnus Telal Ethos? Well- the stories are often conflicting. Most who knew the truth of everything assumed she was killed... how else would the world be restored? The vast majority of the people still had no idea what actually happened. Officials told them it was a unique instance of malicious magic- but little else. So they never knew Telal was the source in the first place. People outside of Etabed had zero idea what happened and would form their own legends about what happened in those dark times. Some believed it to be the wrath of an angered God, some thought it was nature rising up against them. The ultimate results were the same. They shared the flesh and form of animals for a time, everywhere. They now better understood the animals, and could sympathize better with them. They were more conscious of the repercussions of their actions on the world around them. They treated the beasts with a bit more respect, a bit more kindness- and were often surprised when the beasts did the same to them. Telal never left Pathos' side, so outside of the castle everyone assumed she was dead. She was never even arrested. Ethos never enjoyed what she had done, and having lost to Logos now, she had to admit defeat. She was even there when Pathos gave Logos a new assortment of medals to commemorate his many new achievements- though she simply stared at the floor with an empty expression, standing half-behind the throne, unwilling to make eye contact. Pathos did not want to punish her any more than her defeat already has, and the weight of her actions. Ethos was not wrong, nor was Logos. Just two sides of an argument- their correctness entirely dependent on what side of the argument you yourself stand. There was no more need of punishment or suffering. Peace has been restored to the kingdom, humanity to the people, beasthood to the animals... and most importantly- hope, to the future. [right][b][h1][color=darkkhaki]T H E E N D[/color][/h1][/b][/right]
Quinn stepped out in front of his house and shivered, his fur bristling. The sunlight is quite warm but it is early enough in the morning that the air itself is still cold from the night. The grass of people's yards glisten from the early morning sun catching in the drops of morning dew. Half the sky is dark blue the other half light blue with a glowing pink trim as the sun fully wakes itself. This is the town of Lochview; a quiet place generally. Not large enough to attract many outsiders but not particularly small, either. Quinn in contrast is quite unusual. Aside from his eyelashes he hasn't a strand of hair anywhere on him- instead he is covered in a coat of powdery soft white fur! Quinn is an anthropomorphic housecat! His face is completely that of a cat- though where his eyebrows would be is marked with the only black fur on his body. He has the tail of a cat and the bottoms of his feet and insides of his hands are marked with soft, smooth black pads of skin but the actual shape of his hands and feet is still entirely human. His digits are all capped with small but very sharp claws- not hooked or retractable like a cat's would be though due to the bone structure still being human. Though human sized his genitals are feline as well- a common question from curious girls in his High School days. His days of High School have ended now however. After graduating and a year of rest to get his future plans in order- Quinn and his friends are about to set out on a grand adventure today. Quinn took out his cell phone and opened up his contact 'Rainbow Streak'. >You even awake yet Nel? There was a pause as Quinn started to walk slowly toward the meeting place, before he seen she was typing a reply. >ofc, u think I would sleep in during a day THIS big?? >You just didn't go to sleep last night, right? >I went 2 sleep, sort of. >I was in bed with m eyes closed. >I don't know how much actual sleeping I did. >Nervous, y/k? Quinn has exactly two friends, and neither of them are normal, either. You see, somewhere out in the cosmos is a God Of Wishes, flicking shooting stars empowered with a fragment of its own abilities to grant wishes to anyone out there in the universe the star crosses. Their world was crossed by two such wishing stars. The first time someone wished they could turn their pet into a human, and as a side effect now anyone can gain that ability, creating what is known as 'inverted pets'. The phenomenon has existed now in their world for so long that even people who have no knowledge of its origin think it's perfectly normal and just assumed that is always how it was. The second wish however... Though good intentioned; the second wish was for people to have anthro, feral, or hyper forms. The wish originated from a man simply seeking to abolish the unnecessary ostracizing of people with... unique tastes. Unfortunately his wish was severely lacking in limiters and he did not foresee the ramifications. In only a week's time he nearly ended the entire world. It transformed everyone- everywhere, whether they wanted to change or not. Planes fell out of the sky across the globe because their pilots were turned into beasts that could not fly them! Vehicles plowing into buildings, people becoming trapped in their own homes unable to operate the doors or even move at all in some cases. Theoretical cannibalism even broke out because of one person turning into a feral predator and another into a feral herbivore! Society immediately collapsed, and the anthros gathered together in the ruins to try to build a new, temporary society. Luckily a brave few remnant humans made a dangerous trek to the original wishing star and used it to track down the point of origin. They used magic to gain council with Astrelle herself, the God Of Wishes, and were then able to wish their way back out of the cataclysm and save the world. That was 22 years ago. The unwishing restored the people, and a new wish restored the carnage and death that happened as a result. Though still a bit traumatized by the memory of the events- the world was able to go on as it had before Astrelle's tampering. Except for a few people... like Quinn and his friends. Quinn is an anthro cat because of the Second Wish, but it wasn't a DIRECT result of the wish, so unwishing it did not fix him. He was not even born yet when it happened! The problem is that his parents were transformed when he was conceived, so his genes were tainted with the power of Astrelle. He is a result of that conception- not directly the result of the wish. Everything else went back to normal but Quinn was still born cat. Since their world contacted Astrelle directly before- they still have the ability to make wishes, and Astrelle will grant them indefinitely. Since it is technically a personal problem though- anyone born demi-human has to personally wish themselves human. That is where Quinn plans to set out for now- the city of Atallia where Earth has tasked a council of judges to determine if a wish should be allowed or not. Quinn's eyelids were still heavy as he wandered the streets- a bit creeped out by how quiet the town is this early in the morning. He made his way to an empty lot that was on the way to his old high school and seen his girlfriend Nelly sitting there waiting for him. She actually managed to get to the meeting spot before he did; an old wheel-less car sitting in a patch of uncut grass in the middle of the empty lot- absolutely covered in spray-paint from years of graffiti. It was a nice meeting spot because it was sort of in the middle of everything, and you can sit inside the car if it is raining out- since the driver side door fell off long ago. Nelly's cellphone cover almost looked like the car- absolutely caked in layers of half worn-off stickers. A red Among Us keychain figure and a Silver Lining charm dangling off the bottom corner. Nelly is a petite woman, about a full foot shorter than Quinn who is average height. Unfortunately; Quinn does not actually know what Nelly looks like. Almost no one does. Nelly is a shapeshifter... which is a mystery unto itself. Her non-human traits came from whatever her parents were turned into during the cataclysm... so her shape should be pre-determined by that; static. She shouldn't be able to freely transform like she does. So she is a mystery within a mystery. Today she has gone with the bob cut with bangs- a favorite of hers she used in school most of the time. Her skin mocha toned with very small, very dark freckles across the middle of her face and the tops of her breasts. That at least remains unchanged- Quinn has never seen her take a human form that did not have freckles, no matter what she changes her skin color to. Her hair is a very dark brown- but that could change at any time like the rest of her. She is barefoot and wearing a pair of faded red jean shorts with a very baggy sky blue T shirt. Nelly glances at Quinn over her phone when he gets close enough and she grins. "Well, crack of dawn and you're already dressed in dusk." Quinn shrugged. "Complement through contrast." Quinn's outfit was almost all black against his snow white fur- and also an odd choice. Though Quinn identifies as a male and has a masculine personality in most aspects... his clothing is decidedly feminine. His cool black nose is connected to his right ear by a thin chain linking two piercings. He is wearing a sleeveless crop-top with disconnected sleeves. They are mostly black but fade to dark purple at the bottoms and are trimmed in hot pink. He is wearing a short pleated skirt and has a red ribbon loosely twined around his right leg and a spiked anklet around his left leg. Quinn loves how loose and flowing women's clothing is, so almost his whole wardrobe is clothing for the opposite gender. He feels confined in stiff men's gear. Nelly plopped down on the ground off the roof of the car but the moment her feet touched the ground they seemed to spread and grow like watching a loaf of bread rise in fast-forward! Her feet turned to large paws and her entire body quickly grew as fur raced up from her paws to cover her! Her hands expanded to be half-paw as well and her face fully transformed into that of a feline! A long narrow tail spiralled out from her shorts as if it was part of the clothing rather than part of her. Her freckles expanded greatly and then yanked outward, stretched into stripes as her white fur was intersected by black stripes completing her look as she turned into an anthro white tiger in the span of only a half-minute. Quinn glanced down her form and smirked at the two rows of red-pink teats on her midriff exposed above her shorts and below her top before making sure to make eye contact again. She took him by the shoulders and brushed her cheek against his in an act of feline scent-marking. "Mrrrow~ like this you mean? Black on white, am I doing it right?" He hugged her, but also brushed his fingers slowly through the soft fur, even knowing its existence was just an elaborate illusion. "We should get over to Avalyn's place, right? It is quite far out isn't it? Would sort of make waking up this early pointless if we don't actually head out right away. Did you check what bus we need to take?" As soon as Quinn let go, Nelly's form quickly reverted to the human shape she had before, regressing her height back as well. "Oh, no she is meeting us here too." Nel laughed. "She lives in the country; it would take forever getting to her place!" Quinn blushed, but his fur concealed it luckily. "Well I don't know! I have never been to her place before. We never even formally met, really." Now Nelly blushed a bit. "R-right. Well that will change today. Sort of awkward but... just relax. Avalyn is a really great person, and hot." "Yea, you keep mentioning that part whenever you bring her up..." "Well she is. I don't want you to think you have to avoid looking at her thinking I will get jealous or something." He crossed his arms giving her a side-glance. "It seems more like you are trying to sell me on her." "No! But like... like I mentioned before... y'know. We are sort of a set... you play with one-" "Alright, let's focus on getting this show on the road first. We will have plenty of time to discuss whatever we want when we are on the road. If I remember right; Atallia City is a very, very long ways off." "Yea we might be out for two weeks or more if there is traffic or construction slowing us down. I think we could get there in under one week if there are no bumps in the road- so to speak. If we ride from morning to evening anyway. Might get there in three or four days if we just say fuck it and drive through the night." "For four days? Yea that sounds safe." Nelly let out a half-laugh. "Well obviously swapping drivers." "You don't know how to drive! Only me and Avalyn can swap." "I know how to drive! I just don't have a license!" "Same thing..." The two of them climbed onto the old car to hang around till Avalyn arrived. Quinn has only been Nelly's boyfriend since halfway through the last year of high school- so roughly a year and a half now. Avalyn and Quinn however have been friends since they were little kids... and secretly lovers since early high school. Just because Nelly is with Quinn now doesn't meant she has quit Avalyn however- a fact Quinn has awkwardly agreed with thus far. Nelly's hair randomly changes color as they wait, and eventually she takes out her phone and starts watching an old archived gamer stream from her favorite streamer- Silver Lining. No surprise there- Silver Lining is actually Tulia Gardith... Nelly's mother. And unsurprisingly her father Richard Gardith is a professional manager, for online creators, like Tulia. They met through business but quickly became more than business partners- though both maintained their jobs even after getting married. On the outskirts of the town, Avalyn is finishing up loading her luggage into the car, making sure to load it into the trunk carefully and tightly together since two other people needed to fit their luggage in after her. Nelly is a good bit below average in height but Avalyn is considerably over the average. Not just bigger than other women, just, bigger than most anyone. She is a bit over a foot taller than Quinn is, which makes Nelly look like a dwarf in comparison. Avalyn isn't really big, just, extra tall- and most of that is because of her leg structure. To her ankles she has the legs of a human, but then she also has the cannon bone of a bovine, and the cloven hooves to match. The cannon bone easily adds a foot to her overall height, which makes her stand out like a sore thumb in a crowd. Avalyn looks almost perfectly human usually, so if it wasn't for her abnormal height thanks to having hooves, she would actually be able to blend in rather well. If you ignore the hooves the only part of her body that seems bovine is her tail. She has a tasseled tail like a cow, but the body of her tail is both abnormally long, and has much more muscle control than any cow should- this is thanks to her father actually having been a snake during the Second Wish. Avalyn's ears are long and pointed, making them look elven- they mixed bovine and human together so they don't quite look like they belong on either species. If you pull her shirt off you'd see she has a cluster of diamond shaped black splotches on the skin of her upper back, but that is it. The entire rest of her is perfectly human. Avalyn is wearing worn-in blue jeans and a beige cable-knit sweater today. Her legs are too long, so the bottom portion- the cannon bone- is never covered no matter what she wears. Having hooves, she also has no need of socks or shoes because her hooves would just wear a hole straight through them anyway. She has straight shimmering raven hair on her head and tail- the hair on her head hangs low enough to tickle her own butt. Her bangs are long enough to hide her eyebrows but not obscure her vision. She is very nervous about setting out on this quest, and her father chuckles at her, offering reassurances. Avalyn doesn't own her own vehicle, so the ride she was given is her father's viper convertible- the vehicle he jokingly named 'Midlife Crisis'. Not only is it a very fast car to be driving, she is deathly afraid of it even getting scratched. The paint is in pristine, polished condition- lipstick red in the front and fades to royal purple in the back, the grill and rims has a gold finish to boot so the car sparkles from head to toe. Her father- Jim- loves tinkering with it and putting more upgrades on it, but he is a retired trucker, so even with Midlife Crisis in Avalyn's hands; he still has his six-wheeler. During the Second Wish; Jim had been turned into a half-man half-snake. His wife Amanda was affected but had not transformed yet, and encountered the very people who ultimately ended up saving the world! Unfortunately she started to transform just as she found them, so they were unable to help her as she turned into a strange mix of cow and crane- that is where Avalyn got the lion's share of her traits from. Luckily skipping the avian part. Amanda came out before Avalyn finished loading up the trunk and the three of them exchanged hugs as Avalyn got in the car. Avalyn was stiff from nervousness, Amanda had a tear in her eye watching her 'little girl' go off on her first big road trip with her friends, and Jim just mildly amused trying to calm both of them down. It is just a road trip- Amanda would have her girl back in a week or little more. And if Avalyn blew the car up he would just rebuild it. He don't give a damn what she does to his ride- as long as she stays safe he will just fix whatever she breaks. She did need to immediately adjust the seat back- her long legs needed room to get to the pedals. In its default position the chair was so close her knees were shoving up into the underside of her E cup melons. With a final nervous wave Avalyn veeeerry slowly drove out of the lot onto the open road. Their driveway was nothing but compressed dust, and the roads this far out of the town are pretty dirty too- so if she floors it half the car will be buried in dirt. Unsurprisingly, they live on a dairy ranch. Jim suggested they buy the lot- having seen it on his rides in and out of town when he was still a trucker. So not particularly surprising their daughter turned out half cow with more blue jeans than skirts in her closet. Heck even the cows themselves considered her their extended family. Avalyn picked up the pace as she got onto the cleaner roads. At the very least there was essentially zero traffic at this hour. She got a message on her cellphone but wasn't going to check it while driving- she knew it was either Quinn or Nelly anyway, asking if she is on her way probably. They both smiled as Avalyn pulled up in the posh car. Nelly immediately hopped into the front passenger seat. "Oh my gosh, why don't you pull the roof back? It's a convertible!" "It's... also early in the morning." Quinn sighed as he plopped into the back seat and closed the door. "It is chilly out, with the roof down the wind will freeze us." Nelly shrugged. "Sooo, Avalyn, this is my boyfriend~ and Quinn, this is Avalyn." They exchanged glances in the rear-view mirror before Avalyn looked at Nelly. "We... already know each other. Did you hit your head this morning?" "N-no no, but like you've never really... uh... mingled I guess is the word? Is mingled a word?" "W-well yea, that is true. I wouldn't say I have really mingled with anyone really- not even you, heh. Not in public anyway. B-but, shush- I am driving." "Oh you're too tense. You drive fine Av, you don't need to be THAT careful." "Mmm." Quinn chuckled at Nelly. "At least she isn't reckless like you." "I am not!" "Didn't you nearly kill Tim once throwing him across the room?" Nelly pouted. "I still don't know how his tail was there." Timothy is Nelly's ex-boyfriend- and also a demi-human. A mouse unfortunately; who got his tail caught in a paper ball Nelly was trying to smack someone with and she unintentionally threw him across the room with it. That wasn't the reason they broke off, but it was certainly harrowing for the tiny man. Avalyn stopped in front of Nelly's house and the little woman immediately jumped out to dash in and get her things- she was already packed obviously but needed to get it into the trunk. She did not even bother to close the car door behind her- Quinn sighed and was about to reach around the seat to do it but seen Avalyn's long prehensile tail snake its way over and close the door without having to move in her seat at all. Quinn cleared his throat softly. "So, uh, how did you two meet originally?" "Playground, when we were little." She leaned over to look at him around her seat rather than use the rear-view. "I was off on my own. I was too afraid to use the playground where other kids were, but there was at least one other kid pretty much everywhere, so I kinda just froze up and didn't do anything but stand there." "Kids picking on you? You look so... human though." "Oh, no. I mean... maybe they would have- but I was too afraid to socialize in the first place for that to even be able to happen. Without actually being outcast I sort of always knew I was different and didn't quite... belong. I am pretty shy too I guess. Anyway- one of the kids ran up to me and took me by the hand and practically dragged me along with her- of course it was Nelly." Quinn smirked. "No one can tell she was demi-human." Avalyn nodded. "Because she never uses her true form. She will look like whatever she needs to look like to fit in anywhere she goes. She mirrored my cow traits whenever someone looked at me funny because of it." Quinn nodded. "She often takes on feline shapes around me too. Usually when-" He blushed. "Er, well. Never mind." Avalyn blushed now too. "Did... she... talk to you about doing any...thing?" "You mean suggesting a threesome? Y-yea." "Ah." They both went silent and sat back straight in their seats for a bit, both red in the face. Nelly dashed up to her father on the front porch of their nice house. "Waiting for mom again?" Richard chuckled softly. "Sorry. You sure you packed everything? Kitchen sink?" "Had a sinking feeling about bringing kitchenware so I left that out- this time." He mussed up her hair as she dashed past. "That is my little goofball. You tell your mother you are leaving?" "Yup, before I left to meet with Quinn." "Hmmm. I am still not sure about that boyfriend of yours. Bit of an oddball." She flashed him a sarcastic glare as she passed him again going the other way with her luggage. "Dad- we are all freaks. That is the point- that is why we are going to the city in the first place." "Mmm. Fair enough." Richard followed her to take the remaining bags for her so she did not need to make a second trip. When they loaded up the car, he had them all get out and line up at the edge of the yard to take a group picture before they set off. If all goes to plan- they will return as humans, so this will be their last memento of what they were. He was not too keen on Nelly altering her body permanently but... well, it is her body. She isn't a girl anymore- she is a woman who makes her own choices. Her first choice was to basically pack everything she owned for a single week road trip. He is pretty sure the only things left in her room are her bed and all the Silver Lining merchandise lining the whole room. Back when she was still a streamer- Tulia had almost five million active subscribers, so she had a lot of dedicated fans. Avalyn watched the sun hovering over the horizon and the early morning clouds that seemed to glow orange and pink in the low sunlight. Quinn just stood patiently with his arms crossed to keep some of his body heat in. You'd think he would be warmer because of his fur- but he has always had the fur, so his body adapted to always being much warmer than others, so he ends up getting cold just as easily as anyone else. Nelly had to go over and help Richard work her phone- her icons were an absolute mess and he was using her phone to take the picture. When they stepped into place, Nelly teasingly pinched the edge of Quinn's skirt and started to lift it, startling him. Richard accidentally took the picture early while trying to adjust his grip on the phone, and took the photo with hilarious timing. Quinn was about to protest to Nelly who was holding his skirt up- and he took a step back which because Avalyn was looking off at the horizon- put his right leg between hers, causing her to look back over her shoulder toward the camera just as the picture snapped. Their comical incoordination somehow seemed to make the picture all the more appropriate, so he did not even take a second one- he showed them that one and they laughed and kept it. Next stop was Quinn's much more modest house. It was a bit run-down looking but looked after anyway. It is a really old house in the suburbs, not very big but not tiny, either. There was no one waiting for Quinn outside as he dashed in to grab his stuff. Avalyn quietly spoke to Nelly. "So... why does he wear girl clothes? I mean, it looks good on him but..." Nelly sighed. "He is more comfortable in it, both mentally and physically. Feels trapped in guy stuff." "But his old man hates him for it... is it really worth it?" "I guess so, to him. Maybe that will change when he turns human? His dad is kind of a dick anyway, not really the warm and cuddly type to begin with. And his mother doesn't help things. She supports Quinn but only when his father isn't looking. They are sort of an old-fashioned type couple y'know, like, man of the house sort of deal where the dad says whatever he wants and the mother just falls in line, more like a pet than a partner." "Ouch. Sounds like you got as much of a bone to pick with them as he does." Nelly blushed, looking surprised. "Whe-no! I mean... sort of? I am his girlfriend so I kinda get pissed off about it through him." Avalyn laughed at her reaction. "No, its fine. It is cute. And it certainly sounds like they do have issues. We are all demi so we have our share of issues from the normies already. Don't need our own families poisoning the mood too." Nelly laughed. "Normies?" Avalyn just smiled and shrugged. "Well, at least his old man is flipping the bill for us. Remember- he is the one giving us our travelling funds for this little adventure." "Probably just because it will 'fix' his son." "Mmm." The car bounced lightly as the trunk closed, causing the two women to quieten down as Quinn returned to his seat. "Alright. Let's hit the road!" The sun continued to rise and the cold of night melted away real quick. Nelly got what she wanted- the top rolled back and her and Quinn ended up switching seats- without stopping the car. Quinn was nervous as hell but as usual Nelly doesn't take 'no' for an answer and convinced him to do it anyway. With the entire back seats to herself she could sit up on their backs instead of in the seat itself and throw her arms open to the warm wind blasting past! Avalyn picked up speed since they were on the highway now, and there still was no other vehicles within sight. Lochview did not have much draw to it, so there was never much traffic coming or going regardless of the time of day. Avalyn glared at Nelly through the rear view mirror- noticing that her shirt did not react to the wind at all, even though her arms were spread out catching as much wind as possible. "Nel... are you naked right now?" Quinn quickly looked back at her, confused a moment before he too noticed her clothes ignored physics. "Wow, even your outfit is an illusion? I cannot wrap my head around how you can do something like that with barely any thought." Nelly shrugged. "If I actually thought about it- I would be able to simulate the winds effects on it, heh. And NO, I am not naked! You think I am so bold as to set out on a big road trip like this in the NUDE?" "Yes." "If someone dared me, sure. I am wearing a sports bra and yoga pants though." So she is dressed- just not in what it looks like she is. "Hmmm, alright." Avalyn glanced briefly at Quinn, not wanting to take her eyes of the road for more than a second even on a straight flat. "So, you know how I met Nelly- but how did you two meet?" He glanced away. "W-well you probably heard about the paper bag incident..." She smirked. "Yeeeaa... I seen it too. The bag anyway- didn't see what you had going on under it." Nelly spoke up with a big grin. "Unlike you Av; Quinn did his best to fit in, but tried just a wee bit too hard. Last year of high school- frustrated that he could not grow any facial hair-" Avalyn shook her head, furrowing her brows a bit in confusion. "Wait, wait. Your entire body is nothing BUT hair?" Quinn sighed, crossing his arms and slouching into his comfy white leather seat. "No, I am head to toe FUR, not HAIR. All the other guys were talking about finally getting facial hair or chest hair, and by then some of them were trying different styles of facial hair and then I am sitting there literally incapable of growing any- ever. I don't know WHAT I was thinking. I was just frustrated and high school was going to come to a close soon so... I..." Quinn trailed off, muttering too low for either woman to hear him. Nelly spoke up for him. "He shaved a mustache and beard shape into his facial fur!" Avalyn's eyes went wide and she leaned forward a bit- her face turning red from trying not to laugh imagining what that would have looked like. Quinn blushed brightly, sitting up rigid again. "Yea and I looked hideous- big surprise. Wore a paper bag on my head to school for two weeks while it re-grew. I think a lot of people assumed a bully did it to pick on me, but no... it was self-inflicted. At least it helped me quit smoking; I never cut a mouth-hole for the bag." Nelly nodded. "I was just impressed he still went to school at all. The paper bag kinda drew its own share of attention but he just kinda rolled with it. I was attracted to his boldness!" Avalyn tilted her head. "But that was the last year of high school... you guys never met before that?" She shook her head. "Yea, but we did not directly interact really- just like you and Quinn. You saw each other before and talked briefly but that was about it. Till the paper bag thing." Quinn shrugged. "Not like there are a lot of demi-humans walking around so I probably would have approached her before but, she was with Timothy." Avalyn nodded. "Tiny Tim. Good guy, always nervous I am going to step on him though. He was only what- nine inches tall?" "Yup." Nelly smirked. "He knows because I told him Tim was only as big as his cock." "S-she didn't need to know that!" There was a long awkward pause before he spoke up again. "Well? You two don't have anything to add?" "To what?" "C'mon, I had to share an embarrassing moment, now you two should chip in. Being demi must have made for an embarrassing moment for you two as well at some point... right?" Nelly hummed in thought, crossing her arms. "Mmm, not really. I am always in disguise." "Never chose the wrong appearance for the situation on accident?" She shook her head. "Not really, no. Not to the point where it actually caused a problem. Only thing I could think of is this one time I was helping a girl out by stealing the appearance of one of her boyfriend's friends, and infiltrated their friend group. They kept talking about horny stuff, and then starting talking about what they liked about girls and what they would do to the girls if they had them... myself included- because they didn't know it was actually me. That was pretty embarrassing." She spoke up again after a brief pause. "Oh! I just remembered when I was really little I took the form of a boy too, to try to get to know some boys better. They kept talking about girls being so weird and different and having cooties and I got really mad and yelled at them, but they were really confused because they thought I was a boy and I ended up outing myself, haha. Oh gosh- I forgot about that." Avalyn stiffened a bit- trying to pretend she was too concentrated on the road to notice the others were looking at her, till Nelly poked her in the shoulder and asked her directly. She groaned and tilted her head. "I am easily embarrassed so there may be too many moments to pick. How about being the only kid with breasts?" They all blushed, but Quinn was the one to speak up. "Y-you already had breasts when you were still a kid?!" Avalyn nodded without taking her eyes off the road. "Started lactating before I was a teen too. By the time I was an actual teenager my boobs were larger than my head. As you can imagine; this made all the other kids have some awkward questions for their parents- what are boobs? Why does Avalyn have boobs? Where does milk come from?" "...yikes." "Yea. Probably one of the reasons I never had an urge to try and fit in with other people. I didn't have any more answers then they did back then and just didn't want the added attention in the first place, so I just kept to myself to avoid it altogether." Nelly squirmed her way up between the front seats and turned the radio on after a bit and all three of them immediately laughed as the very first song they hear playing is 'Strange Animal' by Gowan, which seemed serendipitous. With the radio blaring they raced down the empty highway past the rolling hills around their home town. The sunlight glowing, the wind whipping past. These were the sort of moments you always see in TV shows or movies but so rarely get to enjoy in person. They fought their way through school, had a year to cool off and let the information sink in. Now it was time to get the human bodies they were never given at birth. This was the start of the rest of their lives- a new era! Being demi-humans all three of them had their share of problems. It is not their fault they were born that way, so obviously badgering them about it is publically frowned on, but that doesn't really stop anyone. Kids often outcast anyone slightly different than them- so being part animal definitely goes above and beyond that criteria. Many adults also frown on them, because it reminds them of what once was. Unlike the kids- the adults lived through the Second Wish and many do not want to remember those times when the world nearly ended. Some of the people alive today DIED during those events and only returned to life thanks to its undoing. The wish was well-intended, so there are a rare few people who actually enjoyed what happened to them... since it was not willing- most did not enjoy it. The adults do not openly hate on the demi-humans, but you can feel the tension in the air. The joy get drained from the room when a demi-human enters. They do not want to be the herald of bad memories. Avalyn was not picked on that much, but that is only because she never felt like she could fit in to begin with, and thus never tried in the first place. She avoided everyone else her age except for Nelly- which is why the two cannot be fully divided ever. Avalyn would be embarrassed to admit it, but she has always felt she belonged more with the actual cows. They are always friendly to her, and gentle. Her mother is always quick to apologize for unintentionally being the cause of Avalyn's woes... but that unintentionally also makes it a bit worse. The speed at which she apologizes for Avalyn's body only serves to underline that her body is viewed as being WRONG. Her father on the other hand was very laid back. Jim told her to not be ashamed of her body. If it upsets someone- that is their problem to deal with, not hers. Though she never picked up on any of it, he always let her help with his vehicle tinkering, and talked to her about random useless facts, and was always there to talk to. Amanda is loving too, but in a way that may lean on the doting, smothering side of things. Amanda is the parent everyone needs- Jim is the parent everyone wants. Quinn was the exact opposite- he has always tried his hardest to fit in despite his situation. His sheer tenacity has won people over, and his willingness to jump through hoops to do it has earned him shallow friendships with people amused by making the cat boy do tricks. Unfortunately this caused him to take up smoking, trying to fit in with the cool kids- earning the disappointment of both his parents. When he was younger still he would come home with bruises and cuts because he kept taking whatever the other kids dared him to do- no matter how reckless the idea. When it came to his clothes he chose his for comfort, and because he was already an outcast- so rather than try to fight a fight he cannot win, he leaned into it and tried to make it his 'thing'. In all honesty though; his confidence in even that is exaggerated. Deep down he knows this look isn't his either- but it is closer to his own than the default. He managed to drop his habit of smoking- though he has relapsed briefly several times. The urge still haunts him. Nelly fit in perfectly with everyone. Almost no one ever even mentions her being demi-human... because almost no one realizes it in the first place. She can turn into anything which means she can look like a boy to fit in with the boys, or a girl to fit in with the girls. She can turn into a dog and fit in with someone's pet! It doesn't matter what situation you throw her into because she can just turn into whatever the hell she wants at the drop of a hat. Her transformations are actually two-stage. She can transform her actual physical body, but that is limited; she cannot alter her size much, and she cannot grow additional limbs or extreme alterations like that. Whatever she cannot do with actual transformation though, she makes up for in her ability to create extremely realistic, elaborate illusions around herself. And since she is powered off of Astrelle- it does not require mana. It cannot be dispelled. Why would she want to turn human then, if she can already look human whenever she wants? Because it isn't her. All the 'friends' she made along the way, her glowing reputation in school? Doesn't really mean anything, because they didn't like her, they liked the illusion she presented them. ----- [center][color=cornflowerblue][b]Chapter 1 : Demi-Problematic[/b][/color][/center] ----- As the day went on they passed from the grasslands around Lochview to a large forest- the road getting rather windy and slopes in several parts. It made Avalyn a bit more paranoid about her driving. With many turns and the road being cut through rock at several points- she cannot see what is up ahead around the corner, and since there is forest around them; an animal could jump out onto the road potentially. There are many stone stacks at the side of the road from hikers coming through the area. Rivers, mossy rocks and tall trees made for a great view for Nelly and Quinn. Nelly pointed out several animals as they passed- spooking a few unintentionally in the process. In the front seat Quinn had a second view to contend with however- Avalyn. He was trying not to stare but every time he glanced her way; he could swear her breasts were a little bit bigger. And they are E cups by default already which is by no stretch of the imagination small. The cable knitting of her sweater was the easiest comparison- the largest her breasts grow the further outward the sweater's fabric bends. He already knew about her problems with lactation but never seen it first-hand before. Her shyness makes her take extra close care of it normally- but stuck behind the wheel of a car she has no way of tending to it now. At first no one can notice it but Avalyn herself; her breasts become firmer, then rounder. As they approach maximum capacity the skin starts to blush pink from internal tension. Unlike a normal cow Avalyn lactates for no reason at all- she lactates all the time no matter what. It is part of her altered form, so the lactation is produced via Astrelle's power- which means it completely ignores conservation of mass. Even if she ate nothing to make milk from- she would still make milk. Which in theory makes it impossible for her to starve to death; she could live indefinitely off her own milk. That is just the tip of the iceberg of her problems however. She is mostly human when she is EMPTY. Her body changes more to keep pace with the milk production... so if she doesn't express herself, her body starts to evolve. Her breasts are already done filling- now they are actually GROWING. That is why Quinn was able to notice it- she is actually getting larger as she fills with more milk. Her sweater is very large on her and made of an easily stretched fabric, but her breasts are also getting closer and closer to the steering wheel. Their round sides bloating further out to the sides and brush her arms every time she tries to turn the wheel. And her bosom is starting to struggle to contain it all, so she can feel moisture building on the inside of the shirt from unintentionally leaked milk. They passed the other side of the vast forest by late afternoon; the sun was starting to get heavy in the sky. They were getting nervous about their gas too- Lochview is so far out into the middle of nowhere there isn't even any gas stations they were able to see, at least not on this particular highway. By now they could see a tiny collection of homes and shops in the distance- a community barely big enough to qualify as a village. There was an actual town only a few miles off from it as well but they did not want to test their luck- they might run out of gas before getting that far. They had to stop so Quinn could piss off the side of the road while the women averted their eyes, but when he returned to the car he offered to swap with Avalyn. She was nervous about anything happening to her father's prized car, but she gratefully took the offer immediately because her breasts were very quickly becoming too much. And gently brushing them with her arms unintentionally was likely going to speed up her production. Quinn did not even know the full extent of it. Her biology is a dangerous balance- once she starts to slip it speeds up and once it hits a certain threshold the dam just outright explodes, and then no one is going to stop it. Nelly leaned forward. "Hey uh... I could... take some of that?" Avalyn blushed and shook her head, lightly holding the sides of her swelling girls. "N-no. Not... here! We are almost there, just... find a room, fast." Their first stop was the first gas station they encountered at the edge of the town. Just a mom-n-pops sort of place; the town isn't big enough to have any major chain shops. Still had a row of payphones hooked up in front of the store- most kids don't even know what a payphone booth even IS these days. The station did not even have a sign or name. Quinn got out and started filling the car back up since he was the one driving when they stopped. Nelly looked at Avalyn concerned. "You should dash into the restrooms and express a little to take the edge off." Avalyn shivered at the thought. "Look at this place- no way I am using the bathroom here. Probably cockroaches and centipedes covering the floors. All gas station bathrooms look cursed." "Yea but- hrmm.... yea." "I am pretty sure I can hold out. I think I can see a motel up the road from here anyway, I can fix myself there." She groaned a bit and opened the door. "I am just going to stretch my legs a bit. See what those vending machines have." There was several flatbeds parked here and a group of truckers gathered between them laughing and talking. This is the only stop for them for some distance so all the trucks that have to pass through here inevitably stop here. Avalyn's hooves against the pavement make the same sound as the click of a high-heel shoe does, so the truckers immediately turn to look at her thinking they were going to see a well-dressed woman. As soon as they see the sound came from the hooves of a demi-human their expressions darkened. Likely the only thing stopping them from saying anything was her now immense breasts catching their attention with every wobble. They started at E cups... now it was anyone's guess what cup size fit them- if any even existed. Each breast was as large as a medicine ball, or small beach ball. The tension of the fabric being stretched around their curvature- including cupping the undersides tightly- greatly helped her carry them. Her size can fluctuate too easily for her to ever bother wearing a bra, so if they hit this size and she wasn't wearing a top to contain them, she would be forced to bend forward because of the weight. They wobble instead of jiggle- moving in whatever little room they could make in the shirt with every step she takes. Avalyn did not look directly at the truckers but she heard their conversation immediately drop off and got chills from the disapproving stares. She did not see them looking but she could FEEL them looking. Unfortunately the vending machines were lined up on the corner of the building that faced the truck lot. The machines were grungy from the dirt the tires kick up and the glass is all scratched up, the image on the buttons started to fade off at the edges from wear. The entire side of the building they were on is covered with the corn corners of old posters and ads that had been taken down- but the corners remained taped to the wall. Nelly watched her carefully, ready to transform and rush in the moment trouble started to get her friend out of there. Quinn did not notice- he was occupied by the gas. He wandered into the store and shivered a bit from the AC being on making a steep contrast to the warm air outside. He slapped the money on the counter and motioned to their ride outside. The bristly man behind the counter nodded, taking the money but also not taking his eyes off Quinn. "Was almost 'bout to tell you 'no masks in the store'." "Heh, yea I guess you don't get too many cats walking through your door." He motioned to a pack of gum to buy with the extra change he gave. "Don't get many crossdressers, neither. Boys 'round these parts don't much take a liking to them, if you get my drift." The man flopped the pack of gum down on the counter for him. "...right. Well, just passing through anyway." "Better pass fast if you know what is good for ye. I don't keep no weapons in my shop so if someone decides to start something- I ain't gunna stop 'em." Avalyn got a chocolate bar for Nelly and a can of pop for herself and was hustling back to the car- though could not go too fast at risk of her tits sloshing their way out of their cloth prison. One of the truckers finally spoke up and shout over to her 'the nearest dairy farm is a mile out thataway, Bessy'. Without turning to look at him or slow her pace; Avalyn held her hand up to flash him the middle finger. His face went red from being flipped off by a woman and looked like he was going to rush over to her but the other truckers held him back. Quinn got out of the store as Avalyn plopped back down in the car and tossed the candy bar over her shoulder for Nelly to catch. Two teenagers approached Quinn from the opposite side of the store- the same side the sun was setting on, making it hard to see their faces with the dusk light at their backs. "Yo, this stray knows how to fucking walk bro." "Why you wearing women's clothes? Did you owners get you fixed? Haha!" Quinn sighed, continuing to walk. "Hah yea, hilarious. Stay in school- you won't cut it as comedians." One of the teens flicked their hand out of their pocket quickly, revealing a switchblade. "The fuck you say to me, cat? That is a funny sounding meow." Avalyn appeared behind them so fast it looked like she teleported. She wore a feline form like Quinn but her freckles once again repurposed into the hide of a Cheetah. Her clothing in this form turned to a white T shirt and black short-shorts. Before the two teens even realized she is there- she swept their legs out from under them, striking their knees from behind as she grabbed them by the hair in either hand and then yanked them head first to the ground! "Trying to pick a fight with something for simply being different- how original! Also real rich coming from a pair of bald apes like you." Quinn only paused on seeing her attack, and quickly got to the car anyway- knowing she would be able to catch up easily as a cheetah. He started the car up and Nelly dashed after them, catching up to it and scrambling up the back of the car into the back seat without using the door at all. If someone tried something like that back home- their friends and loved ones would have raised hell. That cannot be said for any of the places they are going to be in now. The three of them are on their own. A tiny place like this is pretty isolated from the rest of the world so they are not used to change- if something is a little bit off it immediately gains their hatred. And the three of them are really not normal. In fact- they aren't even normal by the standard of most other demi-human, because all three of them technically have the ability to transform into an alternate shape. No one turned the radio back on, so the car was deathly silent as they rode to the next location. The mood had definitely been dragged down. They approached the motel Avalyn spotted just up the road. Looked like it had tiny apartments, just a two-level building shaped like an L bordering a swimming pool. Looked about as classy as this town is going to be able to offer. All three of them piled out of the car to enter the lobby. There was a few guests looming outside of their rooms chatting and having a smoke- they reacted the same way the truckers did at their last stop. They immediately stopped talking, and scowled at the demi-humans. Nelly remained in her cheetah form and clung to Quinn's arm as if to somehow shield him from the glares. The man behind the counter in the lobby kept a straight face, but he also seemed to avoid direct eye contact with them, typing on the computer, pretending to check something. Quinn walked up to the counter. "Any rooms?" "Yup, still three open. 75 a night- two of you would need to share a bed though, unless you rent two rooms. We have no three bed suites." Quinn shrugged. "That's fine." Nelly furrowed her brows and muttered 'that is super pricy' from behind him. The man behind the counter muttered under his breath. "Oh I bet you'd be fine with it." He typed something into the system then glanced at Avalyn and did a double-take, furrowing his brows. "Hey- don't be leaking on the carpet!" Avalyn's face immediately went bright red and she clutched the front of her shirt feeling the damp spots- she is starting to leak! "O-o-oh no, I- no it... I will be okay, I just need to get to the restroom." The milk is the same temperature she is, so she did not notice it. The man's face twisted in disgust. "Look, I can't have a liability like that in our rooms- we have standards in this motel. If she is going to be damaging the bed, sheets, and carpeting with her... excretions, I am going to have to charge you 100 for the night instead, and any damages she manages to cause." Avalyn squeaked in embarrassment, shrinking away while trying to cover her enormous tits the best she could. Quinn's brow hardened immediately. "No fucking way your rooms are good enough to be worth a grand for a single night." The man shrugged. "Then don't stay in them- it is that simple." Quinn took Avalyn by the shoulder to usher her out. "Then fuck this. C'mon Av." "B-but we..." Nelly shook her head, following close behind. "We will figure something out... just... hold on a little longer." They got back into the car, even more depressed and desperate and took off again. Given how small the town is... that might be the only motel that even exists in it. Small homes all around, a few scattered shops and a single mall at the heart of things. There wasn't a single building in the entire town that had more than two floors. The street lights yellowed with age clicked on as the sky darkened. Avalyn rest her head back to look at the sky and try to get her mind off her still swelling breasts. A few of the brightest stars were already visible. Her shirt does a great job at absorbing runoff but the fabric is starting to get heavy from all the milk collecting in it. Her nipples are enlarging too, making her breasts look a bit cone shaped because of how the fabric is being tented. Her nipples are starting to tingle and almost itch from built up pressure wanting to get out. It really ramps up in strength as she mutates- she went over half the day with zero change and then started spiralling down fast. They ended up driving through the whole damn town- not that it took particularly long- but luckily there is an inn on the opposite end they quickly stopped at. They saw one man at a vending machine outside who fumbled his entire wallet and did a double-take when Avalyn walked past with her barely contained milk blimps. The look on his face was just utter shock. The man in the lobby has a scruffy beard, and was leaned back in a chair watching a Vtuber on a laptop set up on a desk. There is a bell attached to the door so the moment it opened he heard and spun around in his chair, wheeling it up to the counter before standing and leaning onto it. "Other motel was booked?" Quinn cocked his brow. "Huh?" The man motioned back with a nod. "Most people end up staying at the motel because it has a pool." He typed a few things onto a computer to bring up the room registry and huffed. "I bet most of the people don't even use the pool, they just like the idea that it is there." He thumped a hand on the counter with a timid smile. "Well; I have an ice machine on either end of the inn- and I actually see lots of people USE ice, so, pick your luxuries." He chuckled. "R-right. How much for a room?" "50 for a night, plenty of vacancies, if you need more than one room? I only have singles and double bed rooms, nothing with three." "Doesn't matter." The man reached under the counter and then tossed a key up into the air at Avalyn; seeing she was clearly desperate to hurry this up. She snatched the key, read the room number on it and dashed off ahead of the others to race to the bathroom before she really explodes in size. Quinn handed the man his card and the man started typing into the computer again to register them. He glanced at Nelly when she took her cellphone out a moment to check what time it is, and then pointed to the Silver Lining charm she has dangling from its case. "What are you doing with Silver Lining merch? They don't make that stuff anymore- haven't for a long time." He chuckled again. "Were you even born when she was still streaming?" Nelly smirked and crossed her arms. "No, but I am still her biggest fan." "Oh, BIGGEST fan huh? A young'un like you?" It was only now that she noticed there was stickers and a few items of merch from several different streamers semi-hidden around the room. "Yup, no question. Try me." He hummed in thought a moment, scratching his beard. "Oooh- this one's a bit cheap because there is no way you'd know it. What was her original online handle?" "Bronze Lining. Before she found her optimism." She answered with absolutely zero hesitation- she did not even need to think about it. The man just blinked in bewilderment a moment before answering. "Shit. You are a real one. She never once mentioned that on any of her streams, the only way you'd know that is if you went through all of her old archived tweets." He finished typing into his computer but hesitated to scan the card. "Why you two look so down? Long trip wearing you through?" Quinn motioned back toward the motel. "Other place basically threw us out because of our... because we aren't fully human." He shook his head. "Idiots allergic to business then. Lots of people like you come through here- on the way to Atallia City to wish themselves human. Aside from the truckers; they are the most common visitors this nowhere town is going to get. Besides that being just downright offensive." He handed Quinn back his card. "Shame the demi-human are so eager to be rid of their bodies. Flocking to the city to turn into something else." Nelly motioned to herself and Quinn. "We aren't exactly well liked as we are." The man grumbled, plopping back down into the chair. "They're just jealous." That startled Quinn. "JEALOUS?!" He shrugged. "Sure. Lots of folk spend their entire lives looking to be unique like you. When we are kids we are compared to our parents- oh you got your father's hair or your mother's eyes. One day you get sick of it. You don't want your parent's parts, you want your own parts. Everyone is an individual, so we all try to express ourselves and let the world know that we are unique, we are ourselves, not anyone else. But it isn't always about just simply being different. You need to function too, make a living, have skills, learn, live. You three on the other hand... you were born unique. No one is going to mistake you for anyone else, so you never need to worry about expressing yourself as loudly as everyone else, you just need to worry about living- and that is considerably easier to do." He shrugged, turning back to his laptop. "Something to think about anyway. Oh-" He turned back a moment and motioned to Quinn's card. "Your card was rejected by the way. By me. It will be a cold day in Hell before I charge the daughter of Silver Lining to stay at my inn. You all stay for free." Nelly blushed in surprise. "D-daught...er?" He smirked at her reaction. "Thought so. She stopped streaming when she was pregnant with a daughter. The timing seemed about right that you'd pass through, on the way to Atallia." After thanking the man and finding their way to the room- Avalyn had already managed to empty herself out into a sink and had a shower. She would have milked herself in the shower but the water would make her teats too slippery to hold onto. Avalyn peeked into the room as the other two flopped into the beds, exhausted. She put her pants back on but crossed an arm over her breasts because she is still topless. "Uh, i-is it okay if I don't put a shirt on? I washed the milk out of my sweater in the sink but it's still damp and I don't really want to unpack another shirt till tomorrow..." Quinn blushed. "Uuuh... y-uh, n-no, it is fine." Avalyn sighed and let her arm drop, exposing her large nipples. She walked over to Nelly's bed, her large breasts wobbling around on her chest. Her nipples are as thick as Quinn's thumb and a third as long. Her breasts are huge but they jiggle and wobble with every little movement, indicating they are a lot lighter than they were- the skin is much softer and looser; empty. And to think... even when they were still full- that was only a tenth of her maximum size. "Don't you... shrink back to normal?" "Y-yea, but it takes time. It will probably be around ten or fifteen minutes before they regress completely to normal size." As soon as she sat on the bed, Nelly sat up and grabbed her tits from behind to dig her fingers into the soft boobs. "Extra plush~. I will massage the skin to help them relax." Quinn had to turn the TV on low volume to distract himself otherwise he would not be able to avoid staring at them. Avalyn was pinned to the bed and the comparatively tiny Nelly on top of her kneading the huge boobs like baker's dough. The two of them are an inseparable item- but they have never and will never DATE one another. So Nelly is just dating Quinn, but Avalyn is still an open sexual option for her, and thus supposedly also for Quinn. Avalyn had gone to sleep and Quinn had turned the TV off to try and sleep for a good while but was still awake thinking about their trip. He was also thinking about what the man said earlier. Trying to find yourself. With how many different people there are in the world- it is hard to express yourself in a way that won't immediately be misinterpreted as mimicking someone else. Was that all his fashion choice was at the end of the day? Quinn drifted to sleep so gradually he did not even notice. His dream just a black void, so open and empty, but a place he has imagined many times before, so he knew to look for him. The other Quinn. He seen the glint of its eyes in the darkness and as soon as he was found- the void inverted to a bright white space, making Quinn almost invisible against all the white, and completely exposing his counterpart- the tall wolf. It circled Quinn slowly with a judging stare. "All your 'style' amounts to is a little boy loudly shouting nonsense to be as different as possible." "Yea, well it is different. And it is me, so call it whatever you want." "It isn't you. I am you. Sort of pointless being unique if it is just a mask, huh? What is the point in it?" Quinn wanted to shove him back but woke up after loosely smacking his arm across his own chest in his sleep. His eyes had a hard time adjusting to the light, noticing Nelly's cellphone projected onto the smart TV across from the beds. Nelly nervously looked at him then frantically flicked around in the options screen trying to turn it off. "Ack, sorry, did I wake you up? I accidentally hit the comcast thing." It was easily to tell Quinn was awake- like a cat; his eyes are reflective. If there is even a little light present it will look like his eyes are glowing. His eyes are mostly green, but have a thin edge of brown around his pupils. Quinn chuckled quietly so they did not wake Avalyn. "Maybe if your UI wasn't such a clusterfuck you wouldn't make so many accidents." He sighed softly spotting the file 'TT.jpg' and immediately knowing what it was. "Still have his picture right on the home screen, huh?" "What? Oh. Well... yea. Me and Tim didn't break up on bad terms, you know. Him letting me go kinda fucking wrecked me for a while. We are still friends but that is it... there is no reason for you to be jealous." Timothy was the one to cut the relationship off- seeing it was starting to advance and having the foresight to see it had nowhere to actually go. They could never interact sexually because he is half mouse. His entire body is only nine inches tall total- there is no way for them to be sexually compatible. Unlike the others, he had no intention of turning human either though. He had custom mini keyboards and came from a pretty well off family so he just got his tiny clothes custom tailored. He made a reputation for himself as Tiny Tim, and was willing to put up with any hiccups to keep it. She managed to break the link to the TV, but Quinn had the remote to turn it off after. She turned her phone down and clicked open a VOD of one of Silver Lining's old streams and started watching it to help her go to sleep. Quinn was closing his eyes to try and go back to sleep too, but heard her whisper 'fuck' and looked back- immediately seeing her tears glistening in the dark from the light of the screen. She only played a couple of seconds of the video before pausing it. Quinn immediately sat up, reaching through the dark to the other bed. "Nel..." She shook her head, wiping her tears off on a sleeve. "N-no, I am... fine. It isn't this it is just..." She chuckled sadly. "I don't even think the guy at the counter knows. But it isn't that! It... it's everything! My nerves, those idiots at the gas station and motel and the whole situation and the anticipation and then my mom's fan at the counter... it's everything. I am overwhelmed." Quinn quickly went over and knelt beside her, wedging his arm under her and holding her up to hug her tightly, brushing his soft fur against her to comfort her. "It's okay. Just take it one step at a time. We are just resting in the inn for now- don't worry about anything else. Those fuckholes at the last place are behind us, Astrelle is ahead of us. All you need to think about now is in this room." "Y-yeah." He continued to hold her close, and after a few moments she lightly hugged back. "I am so sorry." "For what?" "This is supposed to be a happy adventure. The start of our new lives, a new era and here I am bawling like a damn baby. Dragging the mood." "Don't be an idiot." "I also know why you hate Tim so much." "I never said I hated Tim." "I know. You hate that he knows what I am." Quinn, like most people has no idea what Nelly actually looks like, or what she truly is behind all her transformations and illusions. Ironically she could have shown him her true form and he never would have known because she so freely takes any shape and no one knows what the real Nelly looks like to recognise it even if they did see it. But her ex- Timothy knows what her true form is. So does her father, obviously, and Avalyn knows the real Nelly as well. But Quinn- despite dating her for over a year now- still has no idea. They have had sex many times; every time she is in a different body, and every time it isn't hers. Sure being able to tell her a random erotic fantasy and having her be able to turn into it whenever they want is real fun in bed... he would still rather look his girlfriend in her actual eyes. He smirked. "Easy way to fix that." "Mmm, easy for who?" "Still not going to show me?" "Not now, no. I will show you just... when I am ready. I hope. I don't want to keep it secret but it just... I can't yet." "Well at least your personality isn't an illusion." The next morning Avalyn was the first to wake up, glancing over when she realized the other half of the bed was empty. Nelly had swapped beds and was the little spoon over on Quinn's bed. She just let them sleep for a bit, getting a large, flexible navy long sleeve on as her top for the day and then wandered down to the sandwich shop built into the inn. It is run by the son of the man behind the inn counter. Avalyn ordered three subs fresh made for their breakfast. They had all skipped dinner- too tired to leave the room last night to go get food so Nelly and Quinn will be real hungry when they get up too. Thanks to Nelly- Avalyn already had an idea of what Quinn would like. And it is not surprising. For the cat- a salmon sandwich; seafood is his favorite. Avalyn got a very green-heavy sandwich and loaded it with green olives which she loves so much she can be seen walking around with an olive jar eating them straight, as her comfort food. Nelly's favorite food is anything sour- which doesn't really complement a sandwich, so she just got a sub with a bit of everything instead. The two lovers were awake by the time she got back to the room with their breakfast. It was still really early in the morning but they should not idle for too long either- there is still a long way to Atallia City. Nelly turned human again, but this time with large breasts and long strawberry blonde hair tied into a pony tail. She wore pale rosen hued flesh today and dropped the illusion on her clothing to reveal what she is really wearing- black yoga pants and a black sports bra trimmed with grey. She smirked at Quinn looking at her change and bent over to show him how the pants hug her pert little butt- when she bent over the fabric wedged into her firmly enough he could even see her pubic mound through it easily. Quinn changed completely but unlike the women- he actually went to the bathroom to do it privately. Today a thin, form fitting black long sleeve with one of the sleeves completely removed. It had torn, and Quinn just removed it entirely- mending the seam himself so it isn't all frayed at the shoulder. He wore a slightly longer but still above the knee black skirt, and then to complement the asymmetrical shirt- he wore a black legging on only one leg; the leg opposite of the arm that is clothed. He put in a spike stud earing in his hear above where the chain links and a thin dangling golden rectangle earing in his other ear. He has two piercings per ear- so one hole is still empty. He swaps them around pretty frequently. Quinn also packed a sewing kit- finding women's clothing to fit a man isn't always easy so he is actually a pretty good tailor. He custom modifies his own clothing frequently to make it fit. Once they were clean, fed, dressed, and fully awake they piled back into the car, rolled the roof back and hit the road again. The warmth of the sun and the cool of the air mixed and washed over them as they ripped down the open highway, helping to wake them up. ----- [color=cornflowerblue][b][center]Chapter 2 : Wolf's Out Of The Bag[/b][/center][/color] ----- You could tell they were getting closer to their destination by the frequency of civilization. More gas stations, scattered shops, and small communities as they pass. The towns getting larger and will eventually turn to cities acting as satellites around the massive Atallia City. The ground was getting progressively more featureless though as well, so there was less nature to observe. The hilly flatlands around their home town flattened, and the forests surrounding those behind them. Now the grass thinned entirely- there is a badlands ahead of them that they will need to pass through to get to Atallia, though still a good bit ahead of them. They likely will not make it quite that far today. Avalyn is most comfortable behind the wheel when she is utterly empty- so it made sense for her to drive the car first and swap in Quinn later if needed. She and Nelly karaoke'd to the radio for some time while Quinn took advantage of having the back of the car to himself and just laid himself out across both seats with his feet up on the door since the top was down. He watched the clouds rolling past above them. The clouds here were scattered but very fluffy and dense looking- they are very tall clouds; great for trying to spot shapes in them. Eventually the girls started talking about foods and when Nelly remembered Jones sodas, she immediately started to scout out gas stations and stores they passed trying to spot one that looked like they would stock the soda. One of the only non-alcoholic beverages that still use glass bottles, they have the favorite flavor of both women; Green Apple. They were actually making great time today, because the speed limit on the highway out here is very high. There are no turns in the road and the ground is completely level so much less risk when you slam the petal to the floor. Quinn propped himself on his side with an elbow to reach into the compartment between the front seats and grab a stick of gum, but brushed something. He furrowed his brow a moment and tried to grab the invisible object but it disappeared, and Nelly shifted a bit in her seat. A tail? But he cannot see it- which means there is an illusion up to HIDE the tail... which means it must be part of her REAL body. He seen her glance at him briefly too. "A tail huh?" "Uh huh... and? I go with a tail often..." "But it's hidden, which means it is part of the real you." Nelly huffed. "Or just a second layer to my appearance. I use transformation and illusion, remember. Just because the illusion is no tail doesn't mean the tail isn't a transformation." "...really?" Avalyn sighed, not taking her eyes off the road. "She has a tail." Nelly blushed and sunk into her seat a bit. "Ouch, out me like that, huh?" Quinn looked at Avalyn. "If I were to guess what she is, would you tell me if I got it right?" Avalyn groaned, tilting her head a moment. "N-no. She... needs to do that herself." Nelly crossed her arms and nodded confidently. "Av would never betray me!" Avalyn glanced at her a bit annoyed before back to the road. "It is not even about identity at this point- Nel clearly has problems and just guessing what she is without her input won't help them." The thing is that it would be impossible to guess anyway. She has two parents- if they were both transformed during her conception then she has traits from two different demi-humans, so you'd need to guess what combination of what two animals out of any animal in the world. Not only that- there is no guarantee her parents were not hybrids themselves! Nelly could be a jumble of any number of animal traits! Without at least knowing what her parents were, there is no way in hell you could even begin to guess what SHE is. Nelly grumbled but then quickly leaned far over the car door to point ahead of them. "OH- that place! I bet they sell it!" Avalyn sighed at her changing the topic quickly, but stopped the car at the shop she pointed at anyway. It is at the edge of a real small town, but the shop looks quite nice and probably has a pretty good selection. Nelly dashed in on her own while Quinn and Avalyn remained in the car. Avalyn turned sideways to look back to Quinn. "Sooo... have you seen any of Silver Lining's streams?" "Of course- you can't avoid them if you are around Nel. I haven't watched any on my own, but I think I must have seen over half of all her VODs by now anyway. Her handle is appropriate- woman's enthusiasm is radiant." "Yea- Nel definitely gets her energy from her mother. She also got the lion's share of her traits from her." "...so what was Silver Lining transformed into?" Avalyn smiled sadly. "Sorry, no easy answers." Quinn sat up and let out a long sigh. "Better sit up, sun is starting to cook me laid out like a patty on the grill. Nice with the wind rolling by, but once the car stops the heat really catches up fast." Avalyn nodded, looking a bit concerned. "Wait, can you even sweat?" Quinn shook his head. "Oooh... you know there is a badlands up ahead?" Nelly started to run back to the car, holding up several packages to tell them she found stuff; Avalyn nodded to her but continued to talk to Quinn. "You might want to consider wearing something especially skimpy for tomorrow. Even I am going to switch to shorts and I have no fur." "What about Nel?" "She is already barely dressed." "I meant does sh-" "I know what you meant." "Hrmm. Well. I am not sure how skimpy I can go- not like I have a swimming suit or anything. Skirt and no top would look especially odd." Nelly furrowed her brows as she got into the car. "Wait, you have no swimwear?" "No? Why?" "But the huge lake at Atallia! You aren't going swimming with us when we are there?!" "I... didn't think about it. I was slightly more absorbed into the whole 'permanently changing my body' thing to think about sightseeing..." "Ooooh, we should go clothes shopping! Get you swimwear! I could find a nice new outfit to imitate too, hehe." Avalyn agreed- a shopping trip would help lift morale from yesterday's run-ins and they were making good distance today anyway and could afford to stop early if they wanted. Nelly handed Avalyn a green apple flavored soda- she found them after all! The shop had some local made confections too though, so Nelly got herself a neat little treat- a cube of white chocolate encapsulating a puckerberry! Puckerberry look similar to raspberry but are white or blue, and isn't made up of a cluster of segments- the segments are just a texture on the outside skin. The berries range from white to blue and can actually be used to test the PH balance in the soil, because that is what determines what color the berry is- the higher the PH balance the more blue the berry... and also the more sour the berry. Nelly's white chocolate treat contained a deep blue one, so extremely sour in the middle of the smooth, creamy chocolate. For Quinn she handed a similar treat- a roasted almond encased in a cube of maple fudge. He did not even need to chew the fudge- he just let it sit on his tongue and his saliva melted it down, then the almond left a nice earthy aftertaste to cleanse the overwhelming sweetness. Nelly used a map on her phone to chart their route- and their best bet for the night was a pretty big city coming up. Lydia- the woman who saved the world from the Second Wish actually originally lived in Talissian City. A fact the city made sure to openly advertise at every opportunity. Though not very wide; the city is very tall. As soon as they drove into its borders the car was cast in half-shadows. Extremely tall buildings touched the sky all around them, but were all metal and glass so they reflected the sunlight at multiple angles so even in the shadow of the immense structures it was rather bright. They also reflected the blue sky against their surfaces, making most of the city look blue-tinted or silver depending on the weather. Compared to the open road it was extremely loud in Talissian due to the traffic and crowds. They ended up having to stop and wait at every single set of lights, but Quinn and Nelly did not mind- it gave them more time to take in their surroundings. Overpasses connected buildings at various levels looking almost like a web when viewed from far below. Looking carefully enough- they even spotted some demi-humans here and there. During the Second Wish the people's instincts were louder than their conscious thoughts as animals and so they had zero restraint when it came to their sexual urges. Then the people who became hyper endowed... well; when the majority of your body is reduced to sexual features, there really is only so much you can do. Even people who kept their thoughts straight still ended up having sex just because they thought it was the end of the world and the last chance they would have to experience it. Anyone born as a result of those flings came out demi-human. They are not nearly common enough to be considered normal anywhere, but... they are also far from rare. A lot of the people from this area are most likely also just stopping through on the way to Atallia to 'fix' their non-human features with a wish of their own. Nelly even blushed brightly and motioned to the other two to look when she spotted a woman who was a bit... extra endowed. She has a moose knuckle in her pants so big it looked like she dumped an entire fruit bowl into her panties and her breasts were the size of beach balls- thought a bit torpedo-shaped. Her parents must have been hyper endowed- and she ended up with male and female bits! They also spotted a very large man with a head shaped like a great white shark's! He still had perfectly human skin, and he has nostrils at the end of the anvil-shaped head that a shark would not, but it's definitely not a human shaped head, and he has gills on his neck! That made the three of them wonder if they would still want to undo their bodies if they had his ability. He can breathe above and below water. Would they want to turn completely human, and give up the ability to breathe underwater? There are probably avian demi-humans who can fly as well. Would being pure human be worth giving up the ability to fly? Avalyn's breasts were starting to enlarge and thanks to her shirt today being flexible but having thinner fabric- her enlarging nipples became immediately noticeable. But she insisted she was still fine for a while. She lasted till evening the day before- it is still middle of the afternoon today; they have time. The three of them had to stick really close together to make sure they did not get lost, even the mall they chose was many floors tall. Avalyn and Nelly stood on opposite sides of Quinn, but occasionally he could feel their tails brush against his. Avalyn's tail is abnormally long and has more control of its actions than a bovine does- and because she is a shy person by natural her tail has a habit of reaching out and coiling onto whatever is close by for comfort. Nelly and Avalyn were holding tails behind themselves. It would probably look weird to anyone behind them, because Nelly's tail was still currently invisible, so Avalyn's tail would just be hovering sideways. Nelly looked at Quinn, pausing a moment before approaching a clothing shop. "Wait... are you getting women's clothes with me, right?" Quinn paused in thought for a moment. "Actually... I don't know. Maybe I should go with guy clothes for swimwear. Obviously I can't rock a bikini top with nothing to put in it." "Ouuuh... are you going to be okay to find a shop and get back here though? What if we miss each other?" Avalyn held up the car key. "You could take the key and just meet us back at the car?" Nelly laughed. "No trust me- we will be done shopping before he is." Quinn shrugged. "That works though-you two go back to the car and hang out there, and I will just go there. I am sure I won't lose the exit." Avalyn ended up just browsing- Nelly was the one trying things on and pondering buying a few items even though she did already have swimwear with her. Avalyn can't fit into most 'normal' clothes anyway because her bust is large by default and impossibly gigantic when maxed out. Never mind clothing- an entire queen sized bedsheet couldn't cover her bust when she is full. Pants are never long enough in the legs, and skirts are not really her thing. Her tail would unintentionally flash her panties if she wore a skirt anyway. Quinn ended up buying some dark navy shorts, but of course it took him over a half hour to settle on that. He also caught quite a few sideways glances from other customers since he was in a men's clothing store, wearing women's clothing. He kept thinking of his other self, always badgering him in his dreams. He confidently wears his unique look and even custom modifies his clothing into his own unique style, but at the end of the day... he still doesn't know what his style IS. The man at the inn said most people spend a good chunk of their lives trying to make themselves unique... was that all Quinn is doing? He is already unique by default, so there is no reason his look needed to be too. So it should be about what he wants and what he is comfortable in. In terms of feel- the loose, flowing fit of women's clothing was more comfortable for him physically... but was he mentally comfortable in it? Men's clothing has more pockets and generally more utility, but is it worth it to feel imprisoned in the stiffer, more confined clothes? He modified many of his skirts to have pockets. He was increasingly frustrated with himself, feeling like he was telling everyone a lie every time he dawned an outfit. But it was as close to a real answer as he had, so there was no alternative. Eventually he met back up with the girls and they decided to look for a place to stay next in Talissian. The next town is into the badlands so trying to reach it today would be a stretch, and they did not want to rely on finding an inn or motel along the way that may or may not exist. It was best to just settle here early. The first place they found however was all booked up already... and the next place. Most of the inns toward the heart of Talissian were booked up with business folk from out of town trying to stay as close to the job as possible while in the city. But this was also a tourist attraction thanks to the sorceress Lydia having been born and raised here before moving to Atallia, and anyone from the south looking to go to Atallia to get a wish also stops through here. There were dozens of inns and hotels all over the place, but every one they encountered was already booked full! They started looking mid-afternoon and it was once again evening and Avalyn was starting to get dangerously milky again and they still could not find a room! Plenty of places to stay- but nothing available currently. The sun was starting to get heavy again and the city lights starting to click on to take its place- they were starting to worry there would not be a place to stay in Talissian. Which seems wild given how large the city is. They also did not exactly have a map of all known hotels- Nelly was doing her best to navigate for Avalyn using a map on her phone. They eventually found their way back through the center of the city making a sweep back to the other edge and found a massive hotel with several vacant rooms finally. Unfortunately... it is also very expensive. Quinn walked back to the women who were pacing around in the lobby behind him, looking at all the art pieces on the walls. "Good news and bad news." He tossed Avalyn the room key so she could dash ahead again to milk herself. "The good news is we have a room." Nelly tilted her head. "And the bad news?" "As you can probably guess from the look of this place- its reaaaally expensive." "How expensive..?" "Expensive enough that I actually have no idea how we are going to budget the rest of the trip." "Whaaat?! Well... don't get a room then! We can't call the trip off just to stay in a swanky place!" "Avalyn was starting to bloat up, she needed a stop. I already got the room anyway, too late now. We won't call the trip off, we just have to... ration. A lot. We can cover gas, and I guess we will just have to look a little harder in our next stops for a really... really cheap place to stay." "And dinners?!" "Vending machine sandwiches?" "Uuugh." At the very least- the room was great. Extremely bouncy, firm beds with very fluffy pillows and blankets. Soft carpeted floors, large shower. Dinner and breakfast came packaged with the room- and there was apparently an underground club below the building that guests have free access to. The hotel is eight floors high so they definitely needed to use the elevator- which apparently makes Avalyn's boobs tingle when it's moving. When they had dinner- they definitely felt out of place in the fancy restaurant. Place is so swanky there was a live harpist playing music for everyone the whole evening. The other guests kept glancing over at them. Not only are they demi-human... they don't look the type to be here. All the other guests were in fancy clothes or business attire. They were not the only demi-humans at least. Near the other side of the restaurant was a half-sea turtle woman who was getting plenty of looks herself, but seemed entirely oblivious to it. Since it is free admission anyway, they decided to check out the club below the hotel that night. Quinn glanced outside and seen the nearly full moon and put a black jacket on over his outfit. The jacket weighed like twenty pounds thanks to over a dozen buttons and pins stuck in it, making it the clothing equivalent of a cork board. Nelly looked at him getting dressed more than usual and then out the window at the night sky. "You... going to be okay? We have to go around the outside of the building to get to the club." "Yea I know. Yea." He paused a moment before reaching up and undoing the chain on his piercings. "Uh, better take this off, just in case." He put a baseball cap on as well, trying to shield himself from the moonlight. Like Nelly and Avalyn- Quinn has two forms, but moonlight is the catalyst for his change. The more moon, or the more he exposes himself to it- the faster the change. Since they are going to a club Nelly changed her look again- her clothes to a long neon pink skirt with white hem and a white turtle neck with pink hem. Her freckles expanded and shoved apart, multiplying as they spread across her and a fine pelt grew in. Nelly giggles as her feet stretched and bulk up into hooves and her entire body grows taller and taller! In a matter of moments she became over seven feet tall and her freckles became the geometric spots of a giraffe! "There- this way you can't lose me in the crowd!" Avalyn was already tall enough by default that no one was losing track of her. She also did not milk herself completely empty. She deliberately left her breasts a bit bigger than normal so that they would re-fill and let her empty completely tomorrow morning instead, which would prolong when she starts to engorge tomorrow evening. Avalyn wondered if she should swap her top out since her nipples are very easily seen pressed into the fronts but figured it would be darker lighting in the club anyway- people will be looking at the stage, not her. Hopefully. The city definitely had a different look to it at night. Still a lot of people out and about but it was a lot quieter now- Avalyn and Nelly's hooves clacking on the parking lot echoed off surrounding buildings. Neon lights illuminate every street side and cars appear and disappear out from under the spotlights of the street lights. When they got to the back of the building, Nelly glanced at Quinn and noticed the fur on his legs was starting to turn grey and moved a bit faster. The club would be hard to spot if it wasn't for the hotel pointing it out- the neon sign marking the entrance isn't that big. They went down the stairs and hear the dull thump of distant base. Once the opened the door they could already hear the music- minus the treble which was blocked out by the final door in. The place was packed- the club is not exclusive to the hotel. Up and coming bands play live on the stage while everyone else is packed in like sardines head bobbing and screaming along. Nelly had to duck to fit in the doorways but the roof in the club itself was high enough for her to move comfortably in. They heard Avalyn squeak quietly in embarrassment a few times as people brushed by her large breasts without even realizing. They once again spotted the sea turtle woman- people had made a bit of a clearing to observe her- though due to her shell she was not especially mobile and her dance moves were kept simple. Most of the people who circled her were men- likely because she is topless. Thanks to her shell no shirt will fit her anyway, but her breasts also lack nipples and areola. They are not functional- her breasts are literally just spheres of fat and the same yellow-orange as the plastron that encase her abs, making her look much more muscular than she actually is. Nelly tried to convince Avalyn to dance but she was too shy, so she started to dance with Quinn instead. As soon as people seen the towering giraffe woman, they cleared a small circle for them to dance in too. Her hooves clack loudly on the floor but it's still drown out by the music. One of the bands even dedicated their song 'to all the real party animals with us tonight', looking to the demi-humans in the crowd. There definitely isn't any places like this back in their home town. Or hotel rooms like that, for that matter. Even besides their objective; they are glad they were able to set out on this adventure. Even gladder they had each other to go with- none of them would have made this trip on their own. A bit later a man and his buddy even approached Nelly. "Hey hot stuff. Damn, those are the best damn legs I have seen in my life and there is a bigger helping of them than on any other woman to boot. Don't tell me you heading to Atallia to ruin 'em?" She smirked. "Maybe." The man motioned to Quinn. "What is with the getup? You here to party, because it looks like a homeless man walked in." Quinn sighed, nodding sadly- the cap and jacket is a bit off in here, especially in summer. "Yea... sorry, wardrobe was a bit limited because of the road trip." The man looked back to Nelly. "So, how about a dance?" "Uhm..." She motioned to Quinn. "My boyfriend is literally right there." "Pfff, seriously? Man, you can do better." The other man looked a bit drunk and approached Avalyn- she tried to slink away but there is too many people around to move around easily in. "H-hey, damn, you br-bruup-brought the whole damn dairy with you." She blushed brightly and crossed her arms the best she could over her fat nipples- they look erect outwardly just because they are so large; they aren't actually stiff. "I- I am with them. So." "Then I wanna be with them too, hehah. You got... you got real pretty hair too. Hey you make milk? Can I have a taste, gimmie a shot, just p-put it in my glass 'ere." He held up his mostly empty beer mug. Quinn stepped forward and tried to slap the guy for embarrassing the hell out of Avalyn, but the first man caught him by the wrist and held him back. "Now, now. He is just a little tipsy so he isn't eloquent with his words at the moment. Why don't you take a seat, kitty cat? Promise I will bring your girl back in one piece. Heh. If she wants you back." Quinn yanked his hand free, huffed and stormed off to the exit. Nelly tried to stop him but the music was too loud for him to hear her from more than a foot away, and the crowd closed back in between them. The man shrugged, reaching to take her hand. "See? Left you on the dancefloor, not very gentlemanly at all." "Ugh, get bent." The other man stumbled forward almost tripping into Avalyn as she tried to back up. As soon as he got his balance he reached up to cup her enormous breasts from below and a security guard grabbed the back of his shirt collar. "Excuse me sir. If you'd really like the bovine experience..." He held up an electric baton around his side. "I can show you how this cattle prod feels shoved up your ass, if you touch that woman without permission." Avalyn seen Nelly turn to leave and quickly moved to her side. The first man left his partner to the guard and followed the women close behind. "C'mon, seriously? I could show you both a good time, are you really that adverse to fun?" "We were already having fun. With my boyfriend." "Keep your options open, don't miss opportunities just because you don't want to hurt someone else's feelings." He followed them out into the hall leading back to the stairs out and tried to catch up to them but their legs were longer than his and they could cover more ground than he can with each step. He reached out and grabbed Avalyn by the tail- the closest thing he could actually reach. She yipped in surprise and halted immediately, since her tail is rather sensitive. Nelly lifted her extremely tall legs and immediately put a hoof onto the man's chest. "I will step on you." He smiled, letting go of the tail. "Promise?" "Ewww, I am SO done." The two of them quickly dashed out but the man insisted on shadowing them. He managed to grab Nelly's hand because she had to slow down to duck to get up the stairs to the parking lot again. "C'mon. I don't take no for an answer. What is it going to take for you to let me show you a wild night?" Quinn grabbed the man by the face and slammed his head into the brick wall so hard he almost knocked him unconscious. The man's vision was an explosion of colors for a moment from the impact and the pain rang through his head like it was a bell. "If her idea of a wild night is attending your funeral- you're already there." Quinn now stood two feet taller than before, and his entire body is covered in jet black fur. A huge bushy tail slowly swished behind him, occasionally twitting upward in agitation. He is no longer a cat- he did not abandon the girls, he exposed himself to moonlight to deliberately swap forms, so he could pulverize this guy. The reason he took the chain out earlier is he has the full head of a wolf in this form as well- which means his face is considerably longer, which would have torn the chain out if it was still in when the shift happened. The jacket and hat is now the only thing that really sits on him properly- his other clothing is yanked so tight it could burst completely off if he makes any sudden movements. During the Second Wish; his father turned into a werewolf, while his mother regressed into a house cat. Which... really makes you wonder how that went. They had to both be transformed in order to pass those traits to Quinn, but there is no way the phallus of a giant wolf is going to fit into a tiny house cat, so they must have been having sex WHILE transforming. Something Quinn himself has thought about before- unintentionally. The man squirmed in his grip but he just lifted the man higher off the ground- pinned between the wall and Quinn's hand. His claws were much larger in this form ironically than as a cat. Nelly told him to drop it after a few moments- afraid Quinn might actually seriously wound this guy. They did not need someone's blood on their hands in a city they aren't even from. Quinn just curled his lips to flash the man his fangs before turning and throwing the man to the parking lot ground. The three of them quickly evacuated the area. Nelly looked at Quinn. "Hey... you okay?" "I should be asking you that." "I am sorry you had to transform for us. I will have to think of something to reward our brave hero~" Avalyn paused, holding the other two back with her arm and motioning across the street from the front of the hotel- a gas station. She directed them all over to it, suggesting they stock up on liquids for tomorrow. They would be going through badlands tomorrow so it is going to be very hot- and she is especially worried about Quinn because he is completely covered in fur, and is incapable of sweating. The gas station is open at all hours of the night so they might as well grab something while they are out here already. It is already very late night- they will not be waking up at the crack of dawn tomorrow, that is for sure. Quinn and Avalyn went in, but Nelly remained outside just looking over the city. The buildings were black against the deep blue of the sky. The moon is so bright its glow fills the entire sky- tapering off slowly to the horizon hidden behind the city. There is only one or two stars in the entire sky that Nelly can see- both the moon itself and the city lights make star-watching possible. The daytime is filled with the murmur of a million voices but the night is the soft whoosh of distant cars and the quiet tapping of footsteps all around. She can also hear the large moths hitting their head against the light over the gas station door. Quinn comes out first, hands shoved in his pockets as he looks around a bit nervously. Nelly furrowed her brow a bit at him. "What did you get in there?" "N-nothing, just looking around." "What's in your pockets?" "Nothing!" He backed up when she approached. Nelly quickly lurched forward and grabbed his arm, pulling his left hand out of his pocket revealing the pack of smokes in his hand. "Quinn!" "Whatever, it is just one for the road." Nelly quickly snatched it out of his hand, turned and threw it as far as she could. The moment she turned back he smacked her across the face- the sound echoed in the dark. Avalyn came back outside a moment later, just in time to miss the hit but see both their startled faces and Nelly's reddening cheek. Quinn looked horrified and was frozen in place, looking at his own raised hand like he did not know what just happened. Nelly just smirked. "I... am so... so sorry." His hand was trembling now. "I'm not." She turned and started walking back to the hotel. Avalyn looked quite concerned. "Whaaaaat the FUCK did I just miss?" "...a new contender for first place, on my long list of mistakes." Nelly did not slow down, so they had to hustle to catch up to her- Quinn carried the bags of drinks for Avalyn at least. Back in the room Nelly hopped into the shower and Avalyn and Quinn flopped into the very plush beds. Quinn glanced over at Avalyn squirming and seen her taking her top off, quickly averting his eyes. She smiled, having seen him look. "Sorry. I am not empty and I don't want to risk leaking in the bed by putting more pressure on them than I need to." She glanced over at him before she slipped under the blankets. "You just have... two nipples, huh?" "W-what? Uh, yea, why?" She blushed. "Oh! I was just wondering- because both dogs and cats have six to eight, right? Are you like... trapped in that form now? How does your charged form work? I quickly regress when I empty my milk, but you obviously aren't charged with milk." "Sunlight. Moonlight empowers the wolf- sunlight kills it. So... I am stuck like this till dawn. I will turn back to normal pretty quickly if I get out of the moonlight before I completely turn, but once I am fully transformed; it's stuck." "Hrm. Well, goodnight." She slid under the blanket and flopped over- facing the windows. Their room is on the 6th floor so they have a pretty good view of the streets. Avalyn was already asleep by the time Nelly got out of the shower but Quinn couldn't sleep, or stop thinking about what happened tonight and questioning his identity still. He was on his way to change himself into a new shape and he still hasn't properly figured out his first shape. Does he just tell Astrelle to give him whatever human appearance? How can he direct her on what his appearance should be if he doesn't even know? [center][color=hotpink][b]-N&Q-[/b][/center][/color] He could not even look Nelly in the face as she left the bathroom, but she did not give him much of a choice. As soon as she flopped onto the bed she crawled on all fours over to him- she never put her clothes back on after the shower so she is moist and nude. Her body started to compress and shrink back down, but then her spots darken and her hide lightens. Her spots stretch suddenly into hundreds of thin stripes all over her, turning her into an anthro zebra! Her hair was pulled back and out into a Mohawk mane behind her, and a petite charcoal colored udder crowned her crotch even though she still has human breasts. "Hehe~ time to reward you for saving us from those big bad drunks!" Quinn turned away. "I hit you Nel. I can't fucking believe that." "Ouf, so what? You were in a messed up place mentally- shit happens." She sat up- but was still straddling his hips with her thighs. "You said before that you are more aggressive in wolf form anyway." "But it doesn't... alter my mind. It is just this shape... frustrates me. And it's so much more masculine than my other form that it... I dunno. Changes how I think I should act?" He covered his face with his hands, rolling them around. "Uuuugh, I feel like I am not even ready to see Astrelle. I don't have my shit together in the slightest. I don't really know who I am, or what I am trying to do. I am like a child chasing a butterfly because it looked pretty." "You think I am any better? No one knows who I am, or what I am. I don't even have the balls to show you- my boyfriend. What kind of shit girlfriend hides something as basic as her own appearance?" "YOU know who you are though." "Yea, but I don't know who I will be tomorrow. I don't have much more direction than you do- but you aren't going to find it by looking backwards. We just take life one step at a time and see where we end up." She reached back behind her butt and squeezed his soft fluffy sheath through his skirt like she was honking a clown nose. "Now, how about you show me what this big boy is right now? I only rode the wolf twice so far still." While most of Quinn converts wolf- it isn't a complete swap. His white fur turns black- his black brows turn white. But his eyes remain the same including their reflective iris, and his phallus adopts the added size and features of a canine cock, while still keeping the size and features his feline dick already had. He is already very well endowed for a feline- in this form he is extraordinarily large. Her squeezing the sheath woke up his dick fast enough and caused the sheath to fatten as the contents grow. Nelly lifts her hips a bit, just long enough to shimmy his skirt and underwear down- he still wears men's underwear below the women's clothes, because panties could not contain what he is packing. Nelly teasingly sat forward a bit more and then rocked her hips back so the sheath was being dog-dogged between her enlarged equine butt cheeks. This also angled her black pussy forward so Quinn had a nice view of her ping-pong ball sized clit as it rhythmically popped out forward, engorging tight and then slipping back inside over and over; exposing the soft pink inner folds in short flashes. He also notices her udder bouncing a bit lower with each gentle rock of her hip against his fat sheath- she is growing her tits for him. Since Nelly can transform whenever she wants- it is sort of like having his own personal succubus; her body can reflect whatever his desires currently are. Quinn's erection slid out of the sheath steadily- the end impacted slightly with a projected urethra like a canine phallus. The shaft gets progressively thicker the further out it goes, giving it a club-like shape to it, but the last third of it is also covered in a forest of small erect flesh barbs like a feline penis! As it emerged it filled Nelly's butt crack and prodded the underside of her tail. Ten and a half inches long with the girth of a tall, narrow can. There is a subtle bulge in the sheath still- a growing knot that will add another inch and a half once it forces its way out and scrunches the sheath down to make room. Nelly grew the udder segments till they were the size of a cantaloupe each and wobbled up and down with the movement of her hips with incredibly elastic skin. The teats are wide but not long, and rotate around wildly as the fat behind them shifts wildly with any movement. She plaps the udder down on his lap, putting her hands on his chest and then moving her hips back; ready to sit again. The projected urethra of his tower of meat drags down over her hooded clit before flicking into the looser cleft between labia, then down the moist cleft till it hooked on the bottom loop of ebon skin. Nelly then lowered herself so his shaft dragged on the bottom of her vaginal passage as it entered, to make it easier to aim. His sheath fattened even larger; his knot swelling bigger. In this form; his balls are the size of a baseball each- and a canine's knot is generally the same size its balls are. When she lowered herself on his shaft her fat udders slapped gently on his abs and wobbled violently from the impact. Her huge neon pink clit clenched and popped out every time on the downward stroke, causing her to bow forward slightly so the clit drags across the exposed shaft till it is re-swallowed by her hungry pussy. The barbs grip her inner walls and bend and flick across the muscle ribs, causing the inner walls of her pussy to undulate wildly, trying to swallow the cock deeper. Nelly grinned and suddenly all her stripes changed colors- and continued to change in pulses from her hooves to her face! They fluctuated an entire rainbow of colors and even glow with a dim light, giving him a pretty light show to watch while she rides him! His knot swelled larger, straining the flesh of his sheath, so when Nelly's thick black labia press down to kiss its opening she pushes the sheath back a bit further down; and the knot prevents it from sliding back up. With an equine vulva she would have no problem taking his knot at all- she had to be careful of her form taking his wolf dick normally, because she is by default a very petite woman and his knot would absolutely destroy her if she didn't alter her shape. Nelly had to angle herself back, and Quinn lifted his legs up to help prop her up with his upper legs. In equine form the underside of the base of her tail is actually naked flesh- and the fluffy fur on his ballsack is unintentionally tickling her there, making her giggle a bit. She shifted her hooves forward and he held her ankles with his padded hands. Nelly grunted and shoved forward onto his knot, creating a quiet squelching sound as their mixed genital lube was forced out around the bulb of hard flesh to make room for it. Once he was halfway inside the curvature caused it to abruptly pop the rest of the way in and her engorged labia wobbled as they collapsed back together around the back of the knot. Quinn groaned from the surge of pleasure- trying to muffle himself so they did not wake Avalyn; though she is really, completely out. The knot is engorged so large that it pulls all of the nerves taut and close to the surface making it extremely sensitive even compared to the rest of the cock- the underside of the knot especially. So the highest pleasure spike is when he is completely hilted inside of her and she just starts to pull off- the air-tight seal causes her labia to suck on the knot as they pull up to about the halfway point before she shoves back down and swallows it back in, never completely breaking the vacuum seal around his dick. She shoved her tail onto the bed beside his- between his legs and leaned even further back pulling a bit further, teasingly sucking the knob of his dick and surprised them both when she broke the seal- creating a brief loud sucking sound and causing a shock of pleasure to fire through both of them! The shock was too much for Nelly, and caused her to shudder in orgasm, but that took the strength out of her limbs and caused her to heavily slam back down onto Quinn and ram his dick as deep into her as it could go. His sheath squashed under her fat labia between them and her bloated ebon udders sloshing forward across his gut. The underside of her udder felt so warm against him. Her pussy shuddered and rippled wildly in orgasm, which caused an unrelenting tide of pleasure on Quinn as the flesh rippled around his shaft and sent him into orgasm only a moment into hers! He yanked up on her hooves, pulling her down tight against his crotch, making her squeal, and causing a spritz of lube to escape her pussy. In orgasm; all her stripes stopped their color shift on pink and flashed bright enough to dimly illuminate the entire room in neon pink before burning out and returning to dormant black. Depending on how you look at it, that was one advantage of having demi-human sex; they never need protection. There is no other person in the world with the exact same traits as they have, and thus no one in the world is genetically compatible with them- they can't get pregnant, even though they are technically still fertile. They were both too tired to get cleaned up- Nelly did not even climb off his cock, she just sat up and then flopped forward onto him, squashing her breasts and udder into him. "Hmmm~ my big bad wolfy." "Do you like riding the wolf, more than the cat?" She smirked but did not open her eyes again. "I just like YOU, silly." There was a long pause. "Wanna know a secret?" "Mmm, hit me." "That little light show?" "Yea?" "That wasn't an illusion." Wait, what?! That was her REAL body? Her true form has bioluminescent stripes? Or, wait, not necessarily stripes. When in human form they are freckles- so she has bioluminescent freckles? What the heck creature did those traits come from? As fast as that made Quinn's thoughts spin- exhaustion was stronger and he fell asleep quickly regardless, with Nelly resting on top of him. ----- [center][color=cornflowerblue][b]Chapter 3 : Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk[/b][/center][/color] ----- The next day Avalyn mentioned having some oddly erotic dreams- Nelly had a good guess as to why but didn't mention that part. Luckily the couple still woke up before her so they could get cleaned up- because Avalyn needed to milk herself as soon as she woke up thanks to her plan to switch her schedule. She woke up with a huge tit depressing the bed on either side of her torso- having grown too large to sit on her chest; they were sitting beside her rather than on her. When she sat up they clapped together loud enough that Nelly heard and laughed. They all headed downstairs for their huge breakfast in the fancy restaurant. This stay blew a hole straight through their budget, so this would be their only taste of luxury. Given how Quinn's father isn't too impressed with him to begin with he reaaaally does not want to have to call home and try to negotiate more money... but technically if they get in REAL trouble- that IS an option. The sky was matte white today in the city, and Quinn decided to take the wheel for the majority of today to give Avalyn a bit of a break- since she won't be bloating up huge till the evening when they would stop anyway, she can swap in later now. Nelly was willing to take the wheel too- since the odds of encountering the police out in the middle of nowhere is slim but the other two refused. Never mind the police- Avalyn doesn't want her father's prized ride to get totalled. It was cool out without the sunlight; the wind on the open road made it too cold to keep the top down, but once the entered the flats they had to drop the top immediately- the clouds were heading south, they are driving north. The moment the car rolled out into the sunlight again the metal shell of the vehicle started to drink in the heat. Avalyn is in the back, wearing a very stretchy black sleeveless crop top with yet another pair of jeans- but these have been torn to make short-shorts. She has a few bracelets on her tail today too- though her tail is not nearly thick enough, it is mobile enough for her to bend it in a way where they cannot slide completely off. She swings the end of her tail in a circle, rolling the bracelets around to amuse herself. Nelly has dark red-brown skin today to resist the sunlight, and her hair is dark red with a cyan streak on either side of her face. She looks like she is wearing a short white pleated skirt, and sleeveless crop top like Avalyn- but what she is ACTUALLY wearing was anyone's guess. Quinn wore his baseball cap again so the sun doesn't cook his face- the bill of the hat keeps it off his cat muzzle. Problem with things that are white is they do not hold heat like black does, but they heat up much, much faster than black. He needs moonlight to turn into his charged form so it isn't like he can trigger it for his convenience. He has a black T shirt on with a white vest on over it so his arms are almost totally bare. He has pale blue jean shorts on down below, and has no socks on below his shoes. Nelly hummed in thought while looking at her phone. "So, I guess technically these are not wastelands or badlands. The map calls them 'scablands'." Avalyn shrugged. "Guess that makes sense- we are on a pretty steep incline right now- the whole area is pretty high over sea level." "What the heck are scablands?!" "Didn't pay attention in geography class? Basically a giant rocky area that was scratched clean by ice as it melted from the last ice age. It is solid rock below so plants cannot grow here because their roots can't pierce solid stone, and the ice scraped off all the nutrients that was formerly in the soil. So you have this craggy, desolate, deadzone." Because of a lack of tree to block the wind and catch seeds from other trees and plants- the wind blasts almost anything that would have settled in the area. Since the ground is mostly solid rock; rather than absorb rainwater, it all just runs off, forming deep veins in the stone making the ground almost look broken here- webbed with deep cuts. All those crags do still collect dust and wandering seeds, which eventually decay and create harvestable soil- so the area is not completely devoid of life. There are birds in the sky, hardier bugs and reptiles on the ground, and smaller plant life that forms bountiful clusters dotted here and there. The flat rocky ground radiates the heat of the sun back up and creates a sweltering heat however. Even with the top down- the fast moving wind ripping past as they drive is even hot. Quinn started to slow the car down, groaning after two hours. Avalyn looked at him in concern. "You okay?" "Just my eyes- the sun off the road is cooking my eyeballs." "Oh- I have a pair of aviators in the glovebox." Nelly kicked the button with her knee to pop open the glovebox and handed Quinn the sunglasses, but also found a harmonica and handed it back to Avalyn. "Oh, look what I found." Avalyn huffed, taking it. "Might as well- the radio keeps cutting out. We are too far from any radio towers out here." Quinn glanced over to see what they were talking about. "Oh, you play the harmonica?" Avalyn just nodded, and started playing an extended version of 'hit the road, jack' on her harmonica. Nelly looked at Quinn. "She is really good at drawing too." Nelly's face darkened a bit as she slumped back in her seat, looking at her phone. "Today is going to be rough though. From the looks of the map- there are no stops. The next closest town is... NOT close. Probably because the desolate wasteland is unlivable, so all the populated routes go around it, not THROUGH it." Quinn sighed. "But that would take at least an extra day to go all the way around. And our funds are already questionably low for how far we still need to go. Plus we need to make the return trip..." She nodded. "Well, maybe there is some tiny nowhere places to stop that aren't even on the map. But from what I can tell- there is absolutely nothing till the other side, which will take us the entire day to reach so... buckle up." And there really was nothing at all. No sign of human life other than the road itself. No side roads, no power or phone lines, no buildings, not even any other vehicles on the highway with them- absolutely nothing. Avalyn played a great harmonica rendition of 'Turn The Page' as well, before switching to just free-playing random melodies as she went. By the afternoon their water bottles were mostly empty. Being covered in fur- Quinn was really bad off, and the other two gladly let him take the most water, reminding him to keep drinking constantly, afraid he was going to pass out on them. He insisted he was alright- but because he cannot sweat, his mouth was open constantly breathing heavily to get rid of heat from evaporated moisture on his nose and mouth... which naturally made him thirsty, fast. Nelly started to check her phone more often to update them on their position on the map- and told Quinn to book it over the speed limit a few times. There are no cops out here- even if there was; they would be able to see the police from three miles away because the ground is so flat and empty! It was late afternoon- their water supply was dwindling and the car was starting to run out of gas! It is a sports car... it's not really meant to be fuel efficient. Nelly put the remaining three bottles in the middle of the two front seats so Quinn could reach them. "Here- you finish off the rest. We will take care of ourselves." "W-what? You guys need to drink too!" "We have our own supply." Nelly unfastened her seatbelt and squirmed her way over her seat to the back. As dangerous as that sounds in a speeding vehicle with the roof down- Nelly does not easily lose her balance. She can actually walk up walls, so her hands and feet lock to whatever surface she grips- you can't break her grip. Quinn was still going to protest, wondering what she was even doing but found out soon enough in the rear view mirror. Nelly climbed up onto Avalyn and poked one of her bloating tits. Avalyn blushed and seemed to shrink back, but after a few moments she decided it was fine- there is clearly no one around other than Quinn to see them. Avalyn rolled her shirt up over her breasts and Nelly immediately lifted one tit up and latched onto a fat, slowly growing nipple and started sucking! Avalyn's milk production ignores the conservation of mass- she is a limitless faucet of liquid. Milk isn't nearly as hydrating as water obviously, but if the supply has no end to it, they can just keep drinking till they are hydrated regardless. Avalyn would already be bloated giant by now on other days, and is only holding on because she milked herself in the morning instead. Having Nelly drinking from her would regress her a bit and allow her to hold out even longer. The remaining water goes to Quinn which helps him last longer. That just leaves the car. How long can its gas hold out? If their car dies out here they will REALLY be in trouble. It was a bit distracting for Quinn though. He kept seeing movement in the rear view and glancing back instinctively only to be reminded the only thing moving for miles around them is the girls in the back seat. The breasts were so soft and bouncy Nelly mushed her whole face into the boob, cradling its sides gently to usher the milk forward. The milk tasted good, and it gave her needed hydration but also knowing that the fluid was made by her best friend made it even sweeter- she was filling herself with her friend. Avalyn's breathing became heavy and her face flushed and ears heated up, but she tried her best to remain straight-faced, knowing Quinn could see them with a glance in the mirror. Nelly's ravenousness turned her on. Being used as a milk dispenser was embarrassing. Being exposed in the open and so close to a boy was embarrassing. But being able to provide so much milk, and being so eagerly enjoyed filled her with an odd sense of pride. Nelly's suckling created a soft pleasure around her engorged teats, but the jets of milk tickled the inside of the nipple as it surged out- scratching an itch that could not possibly be touched any other way. It makes being milked awkward sometimes, because it feels very sexual even when it's not and you are trying to make it not be. It would probably help if she were milked by anything that wasn't an adult already. Nelly giggled and kissed her on the lips a few times, catching her by surprise and REALLY making her blush hard- she could taste her own milk on Nelly's lips. They were getting real nervous by the time the next city came into view on the horizon. The car's fuel gauge was already at E. According to the car, it was already out of fuel, but still running somehow. The gauge must not be completely accurate. Avalyn was started to bloat up a bit even despite Nelly's drinking, but she could not drink any more or her gut might pop. They finally rolled into the shade of the buildings of this city and sighed. This city is Orlod; not as large or as modern as Talissian but still big enough that you should be able to find anything you need. The sky was already turning purple by the time they got into Orlod. Nelly told Quinn to give her the card- there was a motel and a hotel within two blocks of each other nearby a mall so they decided to split up. Quinn and Avalyn would go to the mall to get supplies since they drank every drop of water they had getting here. Since they are relatively close together- Nelly would go on foot to the hotels to get a room. If one doesn't have a room the other hopefully will- they are both within walking distance to the mall anyway. The two groaned when they entered the mall- immediately seeing most of the shops had the metal grate down over them already. It was so late the mall was already closing- they were going to have to go fast. Avalyn had to go to the bathroom, so she dashed to the nearest bathroom while Quinn ran around trying to find a shop that sold beverages that was still actually open. He heard the grate closing on several more shops as he scurried around but nothing was open. He grunt in frustration, mussing the fur on his head. "Fuck, everything is closed already." He took out his own phone to check the time. "Wow, half past ten. What a day. My body temperature is still cooking..." There was an electronic buzzer sound and then a clack as all the lights turned off. "UUUUH, what?!" He looked around to see if he could see any guards or something. "HELLO? We are still in here." The actual mall shutdown sequence is only manually activated- the shutdown itself is automatic to make sure no one forgets a door to lock. By the time he tried to yell out to someone- everyone was already out of the building. He just got into the city so he had no idea what time it was or when the mall closed... normally this sort of thing isn't a problem, so the guards don't generally linger longer than they have to. Everyone else cleared out just as Quinn and Avalyn entered- so they managed to get inside after the guards did their final sweep of the mall, but just before the doors locked. Avalyn heard a quiet beep from the bathroom door as she opened it, which was odd because it did not beep when she entered, and then as soon as the door closed behind her, it beeped again and clicked. She tried to re-open it but the handle didn't move. Now that she is outside; it auto-locked for the night. The two of them looked at each other for a moment before both groaning at the same time. They dashed to the exit but seen no one who could open it. They tried to run to the other exits to see if they could spot a guard as they are leaving but could not even get to the other exits. There are steel grate partition walls that close off the major hallways as well as the individual shops, so they only had access to the main hall on a third of the overall mall. They can't get out... the only way to leave the mall is to wait till it is re-opened... tomorrow morning. Quinn called Nelly to tell her the bad news. Nelly also had a bit of bad news- both places had rooms but thanks to their last stop; the rooms are a bit out of their price range. Quinn told her to only get a single room- he and Avalyn were trapped in the mall till tomorrow morning, so obviously they did not need a bed. Nelly was worried and asked if she could do anything but there wasn't anything to be done. If they can't get out from the inside; she sure as hell isn't getting in from the outside. They would have to rely on their cellphones to keep them entertained and... sleep on the mall benches. They would need Nelly to round up an extra big breakfast for them tomorrow because they also can't get dinner. Heck- they can't even get back into the bathroom, so the janitor is going to have to clean out one of the mall planters tomorrow too. Nelly wanted to stay on the phone with them, but Quinn told her to go get comfortable. She is the only one of them who can. He could see behind her that she was still wandering around on the streets, and did not want her to get jumped by some weirdo or stay out all night worrying about him. There was only some distant light from signs of other shops that bled into the large hall from the exit doors- beside that, the mall was pitch black. Quinn sighed after a while of pacing around aimlessly. "Can you even see anything? My eyes adjusted, but my irises are reflective..." Avalyn shook her head. "Just faint outlines." She gently rubbed her breasts with a worried look on her face. "Starting to fill, huh?" "Yea, and nowhere to milk myself." She looked at him but as soon as he seen her looking he realized where his own eyes had been and averted his gaze. "S-sorry about Nelly bringing up the whole... threesome idea." Quinn chuckled, crossing his arms and shrugging. "She has always been wild- you don't need to apologise for her." Avalyn's face reddened and she lowered her head. "Th-that... wasn't her idea." Quinn looked at her confused for several moments before finding his words again. "YOU suggested a threesome?" "No! Well... sort of." She whimpered, her eyes getting a bit watery from the sheer embarrassment of it. "I am all messed up. She only suggested that to try and save me. I am not even sure wishing myself human from Astrelle will even solve anything..." Quinn plopped down on the bench beside her, still quite confused. "What do you mean? You seem the most composed out of us three... although I guess that isn't setting the bar very high." She was too ashamed to actually look at him, she just hugged her breasts softly for comfort. "Nelly is the only person who ever became my friend and it's only because she is so stubborn, and broke through to me. If I ever lost her... I wouldn't even try to look for a new friend. I would just be alone. I got a little panicked when she got a boyfriend, thinking I was going to lose her. Her solution was a threesome... try to somehow balance a three-way relationship." "What about when she was with Tim?" Avalyn shook her head. "He is too by-the-books, she never suggested it to him because she knew the idea would fall flat. But Tim knew about us... that we were still sort-of together." "But... what do you think about the threesome?" She squeaked in embarrassment. "I don't know? I am not against it, I guess? I don't want to suggest it either! 'Let the chips fall where they may'." She shook her head. "She shouldn't need to wedge me into her relationships in the first place. I should be able to get my own frie- fuck!" She looked down startled as her breasts jostled abruptly on their own! A seam burst below her arms on either side, creating a gap in the fabric! She is outgrowing her top! Too big for human clothing to contain. "Your changes speed up the more full you get." "And my milk production speeds up too, so I fill faster. That is part of the issue! I am all over the place! I don't want to be a huge, leaky mess of flesh!" She looked at him with pleading eyes. "But I want to be big. I want to be milked..." She squeaked again as another few threads snapped. Her body was reaching its limit and the fact she has been petting her boobs for the last twenty minutes did not help the situation at all- massaging them speeds up her production. She did not want to speed it up, but also instinctively squeezes her own tit flesh for comfort. Quinn furrowed his brows trying to understand. "You... like being milked, but don't want to be? Is it because of what other people think? You milk yourself in private anyway- no one needs to, or should know what you do on your own time, so it should be fine?" "Hnngh... eeh-it is... worse than that. I... haah. S-sorry, I can't hold it in! There is too much." She took her arms away revealing the growing wet spots on her shirt and arched her back. The moment her back bend the seams shredded all the way up! The sides of her shirt burst easily, but then the sudden shift in pressure exploded forward as her breasts surged out of their prison and then re-caught. Because the pressure shifted so quickly it created enough force from the motion to split her collar and the front of her shirt tore down the middle to the halfway point, causing her boobs to billow out on the sides and up out of the top. This gave them enough room to sit comfortably- for the moment. "Couldn't... breathe. I am... sorry. I want to say I am not a pervert but I think that's a lie." She gently touched her breasts and moaned as a lazy stream of milk erupted from her fattening teats strong enough to filter straight through the fabric of the remnants of her shirt. "When I was a teen... I think I was fifteen at the time... I deliberately let myself go. I waited till my parents were out for a few days and I refused to milk myself. I was afraid of what would happen, because I already get so big. I... wanted to erase myself." She is breathing heavily now, the pleasure nerves in her breasts keep stretching longer which causes a mild but incessant pleasure to glow in them. "What..? How?" "I become progressively m-mo-ooooh..." Her ears grew much wider and cinched at the base, gaining mobility as they fully turned to large, leaf-shaped bovine ears and flopped over, no longer able to hold up their own weight and she pointed to them. "I get progressively m-moore bovine in my charged state. I get along easier with cows than humans, I was tired of wondering what the hell I am. I wanted to turn com-m-mpletely into a cow." He did not have to ask her what happened to that idea. She didn't turn into a complete cow. Her charged state doesn't go that far. Even completely mutated she is still a decent bit human. She can't be completely human nor completely cow, she will always have a bit of one or the other. "You can milk yourself into one of the planters since we can't get to the bathrooms." She shook her head. "I... can help, if you need?" He was struggling to figure out what to do in this situation. Quinn wants to help her but a woman's breasts are a delicate matter, so he can't just reach out and grab them abruptly. "N-no. It is too late. Just let m-mme go." "Av..." "I... no. I want it, let it out. Hnnngh~" Her shirt collar started to slowly rip lower and lower, her breasts still bloating out at an uninterrupted speed. "That is the problem. It feels too good to fight." Her breasts became so large that she curled over to rest the bottoms on her lap. Quinn remained beside her and quiet, letting her talk. Avalyn is breathing heavily and her thoughts swimming because of her body assaulting her with pleasure, so she spoke with long interruptions. She likes to draw, she likes to play music, and she likes being with Nelly. She even enjoys being with Quinn- even though their trip has had several bumps along the way she has really been enjoying her time. Those are all human things. But she gets along better with cows than any other people, she likes being milked, and she sometimes even imagines herself as an animal. Being simple minded, being milked by someone else while just lazing about without a care in the world. It was a harmful fantasy though. What you want in the heat of the moment isn't meant to persist all the time, nor would it be good for you even if it could be sustained. It was a fantasy for her sexual arousal, for her charged state... not a wish for reality. But she cannot help but be conflicted. Even her breast size... she was very young when she first got her breasts years ahead of any other girls. They were like a curse then, a constant embarrassment and they are always jutting out in front of her- she cannot hide them, they are always visible. Those early days left scars on her emotions, she cannot forget that embarrassment. But when she matured, her breasts brought a very different set of emotions. Now men dropped to their knees for them. She could reduce them to brainless drones by swinging her breasts around- abusing their hormones to manipulate them however she wanted. It isn't in her nature to abuse that sort of power... but the fact it is there at all is... intriguing. Other women were jealous of her suddenly. She was producing milk! She could MAKE food, endlessly. Suddenly her breasts were a source of pride, power, and... pleasure. But being so beautiful also attracts attention even when she does not want it; this Quinn has seen first-hand at the bar the other night. Avalyn is a very shy person normally, so she only likes attention in very small doses. She has to build herself up to socializing, she can't just get tossed into a social situation randomly and hope to survive. And she has all the usual problems of people not liking demi-humans simply because they are different. Treating her like a diary animal, a sub-human. [b][center][color=hotpink]-Q&A-[/color][/b][/center] As she talks to Quinn her breasts get fatter and fatter, billowing out the sides because that is where the most room was created but the tear in the front advanced as well. Quinn was getting nervous about how far she wanted to let this slip, but also wouldn't dare touch her without her explicit permission. It seemed like she wanted to go all the way. Whatever her fully charged form is. Her teats dripped milk constantly now whether she touched her breasts or not. Her shirt finally exploded open and she straightened her back- her breasts never left her lap. They are so large she can sit up fully and they're still resting on her thighs. Her nipples are now so large they look like chubby fingers. "I don't know anything, Quinn. What should I be? Animal or human? Should I force myself to go find new friends or keep clinging to Nel?" "Look- do what you want to do. It is your life. It doesn't have to make sense. It doesn't have to be either black or white. You aren't human, but you're not a cow, either. You are Avalyn." She moaned and shuffled herself around- she had to lean back now to make room for her growing breasts so she climbed up onto the bench onto all fours to rest them onto the other side of the bench itself. She grinned weakly, her body still flinching slightly from pleasure jolts as she continues to grow. "My charged state is absurd. But m-mu-my shirt is ruined already, and there is no one around to even witness it, except you. I think I have seen enough... to know I can trust y-yoou. This form shouldn't be let out if I can help it but it feel so good, like a satisfying stretch that keeps going and going~" Her nipples sprayed in several directions, very thin streams, but also one larger stream forward. Her areola bloated out into their own curvature separate of the rest of her breasts- because she had milk cisterns in her, like an udder would have. Her breasts swelled enough that she placed her hands on their sides- still leaned forward. Her breasts were holding her up off the bench on their own. And still bigger she grows. Her lips turn from diffused red to pink, and her nostrils start to slowly enlarge. Her nipples are now larger than shot glasses! Like a drop of food coloring landing on her, several black splotches appeared on her skin! They started as pin pricks but exploded in size very quickly- they are mostly black, but surrounded by a border of blue-silver, and unlike the splotches on her upper back all the time- they do not have a uniform shape. They stand out quite sharply against her pale peach toned skin, since she has no fur even fully charged. Quinn motioned to a large spot forming on the top of her left breast. "Are there any funny shaped splotches? Like a birth mark shaped like a bird or something?" She chuckled. "Weh...w-we'll see. They are different every time I transform- the spots on m-m-my back are the only ones that stay the same, because I have themm-mm even when I am empty." "The uh, mooing... that part of the actual transformation or are you-" She shook her head causing her big ears to flop back and forth. "It... m-my voice stays the same but... it's... a m-mooental tick. It gets hard to think." There are bulges on her forehead over her temples now- horns starting to grow in. She suddenly lurches forward as her breasts grow too large and force one another off either side of the bench, causing her to collapse forward, and her breasts to hit the floor on either side! Thanks to not being able to keep her own hands off her tits; Quinn could see her nails are starting to turn grey and enlarge as well. Milk was forming a large puddle on either side of the floor now under her, her breasts starting to lift her again even though their bottoms were on the floor and she is on a bench! Her nipples as big as a soda can each! Avalyn shoved her hands into her tits and arched back with a sharp cry as her hands clicked and cracked rapidly changing shape! Her thumb regressed in size and her entire hand stretched out- her nails turning from grey to black as they enlarged massively! In only a minute her thumb was entirely gone, her outer two fingers folded back and regressed in size and the two middle fingers grew massive! Her hands transformed entirely into cloven hooves... which means she is incapable of milking herself past this stage, because she can't grab anything! More splotches erupted into existence across her skin at random and still her breasts grew larger and fatter. Even if she had hands- she would not be able to reach her own teats around the curvature of her breasts anyway, and she contains so much milk it will probably take over a half hour to empty again! She lows several times like a cow- but her voice is still perfectly human, so it just sounds like someone trying to impersonate a bovine. Her horns only grow large enough to draw the skin back off themselves- they are neither long enough nor sharp enough to actually penetrate anything; they don't get any bigger than that. In the empty mall the sound of more milk splashing down into the massive puddle echoes. She panted loudly a few times, trying to catch her breath a bit. "So w-what... do you think of them-mmmuh?" "Huh?" Well that seemed like a loaded question. "Nel loves them... her oOOUwn chest is flat as a board so... and yoOou're a boy. I bet... yOOUUU- hm. Mmm..." He blushed a bit, glancing away. "W-well. They are impressive and... I guess pretty amazing but, frankly I am more concerned about you." "Mmm~ hmhm, they won't hurt me." She was starting to forget her embarrassment a little bit, her conscious thoughts sunken too low in the mire of arousal. "Yea but... you know what I mean, right? They're obviously a problem for you, and you can't even stand up right now... and you're still growing!" "I ammm-MUH! I... mmooo. Avalyn safe. I trust you... we will fix this before anyone finds us." She face-planted her own cleavage. "There is a threshold of emMMbarrassment and worry where you just burn out. It's fine, whatever. Just enjoy the ride~ I am too burned ouUUt to worry anymoOOore." Avalyn is now propped up partially in her own cleavage even as her boob s spread horizontally further due to her weight on them. She motions for Quinn to come closer with a hoof- he is standing in the milk puddle already anyway, it fills most of the huge hall. "Y-yooOOu can t-touch, if you want. It's okay." He blushed. "W- er, I mean, it's..." He reluctantly reached forward- the look in her eyes told him she wanted him to. Her breast felt so hot, and astonishingly firm for how grotesquely huge it is- though they are also bloated full with milk. Her nipples were still growing too- now insanely large. Her nipples are the same girth and length as his entire upper arm! You can't even touch your fingers and thumb together around its girth without squashing the flesh in on itself! That makes it difficult for ANYONE to milk her. You can't get a nipple that big into your mouth, unless you have the largest mouth in the world. Her nostrils flare larger and the pink of her lips spreads across them, forming a perfect square of moist, textured flesh as her skull starts to let of pops and cracks of its own like her hands had. The bridge of her nose expands massively and her jaws start to push out, pulling her entire face longer! Her tongue grows massive inside of her mouth- her teeth grow huge but remain the same human shape. Avalyn let out a mixture of whimpers and moans as her face deformed into the shape of a cow- though it did not grow so far out that it forced the rest of her skull to reform, so even fully transformed there was still a bit of human in her head. Her eyes still faced forward, and she still has her long shimmering black human hair. Quinn had to inch back twice as her breasts continued to enlarge. He gently massaged the surface, making her moan and the milk to flow from that tit faster than the other. He could see and feel the flesh pulsing- her pores pulling perfectly smooth and making the skin look wet before relaxing again. Avalyn really started to low, breathing very heavily with a bit of a desperate look on her face, making Quinn speak up in concern. "A-are you okay?" "Aaaaah~ n-naah, moo- I mmmean...nngh. Too... much." "Is there-?" "Just give m-m-mmmoo a minute!" Quinn took another step back and stopped rubbing her, looking worriedly at her breasts. Avalyn herself cannot even see what she looks like in the dark- all she can see is the dim light from outside reflecting off the moist surface. Quinn however seen how vibrantly pink her skin tone was becoming, which thanks to her growing sort of made it look like she was approaching critical mass- about to actually explode. It is actually the coloration of her teats- the edge of her areola is fading further and further out, turning the rest of the boob pink. The color only advanced to a third of her tits before stopping- but that is still a lot of surface to cover. It also now had such a gradual fade to her normal skin color that it was extremely difficult to even perceive the edge at all even if the area was lit. Her nipples seemed to bloat thicker rapidly now, making them look oddly shaped and they started to release milk automatically in heavy pulses, making a wet slapping sound as the milk hit the floor. "H-h-here it c-comes~" Quinn wanted to ask what was coming but she was too breathless to reply anyway. She would have screamed from the explosion of electric, almost itchy pleasure as the pressure in her magnified, but she is so out of breath it only came out as a desperate squeak. Her breasts surged in size but the growth was toward the base- making her breasts look almost tear-drop shaped, but... facing the wrong direction; the front was the pointy end. There was a sound like two wet surfaces peeling away from one another and from the base outward- her teats started to divide!! As soon as the divide went through the tip the bloated mass of her obese tits wobbled back into a spherical shape and equalized and the two teats flicked away from one another, wobbling erratically and scattering a mist of milk drops into the air. Now each breast had TWO nipples as thick and long as his upper arm! They are spaced apart by about five inches; the space created in the final surge. With a deep burbling sound her growth finally stopped after about an hour and a half total. The final surge that peeled her nipples apart was the last of her growth. This is Avalyn's fully charged state- she doesn't get any worse than this. Though still technically breasts; her mutated mammaries outwardly resemble a giant udder better than anything a human would sport. Her breasts are so colossal that fully resting against the floor the tops of her breasts are level with Quinn's neck. And since their weight causes them to squash out further horizontally than vertically- they are over five feet in diameter. Quinn cannot even begin to guess how much they weigh. If they were on the second level of the mall they may have just fallen through the floor. "Muh- mm-moo." Avalyn furrows her brow, knowing that isn't what she was trying to say but cannot think of the words. "Muhuu-mmmmummou." She leaned against her breasts heavily, pressing her own face into the cleavage and rolling her cheeks against the bloated curve of either tit. She reached forward, like she was trying to grab him across the tops of her ocean of tit flesh, but it was hard to tell because she has no fingers. Quinn leaned across taking her hoof, and then she pulled him forward catching him by surprise! She hooked her other hoof on his other arm and pulled him into her! She forced him to stumble forward and wedge himself into her cleavage, then just put a hoof over either of his shoulders and held him there a long moment. She blushed so brightly it almost looked like she burst a vein. "I am-mm so shy, heeelp." "H-huh?" "Please... just... touch me?" Her voice was tiny but there was no other sound in the empty mall so he could still hear her fine. Quinn managed to pull his arms up out of the fat wobbling tit flesh and put them around her shoulders, then hugged her to drag himself the rest of the way through her cleavage and to her actual body. "Mmm~" Her ears wiggled happily. "I am a really touchy sort of person." "Well I see how Nelly gets real feely around you- and I guess she knows you well." "Mmm~ but I am so shy. Having a randommm person or somm-mmmeone I don't know intimately doOOO that would be SO embarrassing. Another contradiction. I won't want to be approached but I want to be held. I am such an idiot." He let go of her a bit to lean back but their eyes met and they just looked at each other a long moment, before Avalyn slowly inched closer forward. Her eyes are quite beautiful- deep ocean blue but fade to seafoam green around her pupils. She kissed him lightly but then shoved him back slightly with her hooves, surprised by her own actions- though he could not fall backwards thanks to her tits literally surrounding him. "Oh Gods, I am sorry! I shouldn't have done that!" Quinn chuckled, leaning back on her cleavage. "Even I don't know what to do anymore. Nelly wants us to have a three way. I love Nel and I want to be loyal to her..." "But what do YOU want? I don't want toOU put words in her m-mm-mouth, but I am pretty close to Nelly... and I think she foOOlishly wants it both ways- like m-me." "But it feels like cheating..." "But she is the one whOOU suggested it in the first place. She still has sex with m-mm-me on the side, and yoOUU don't accuse her of cheating. I can't take you frommm her- at the end of the day, you'll still be hers... but what do yoOUU want?" "...I don't know. I guess there is only one way to find out." He leaned forward and she leaned back, then looked surprised a moment as her solid hooves slipped on the wet floor! She fell backwards in slow motion- her breasts could not be moved easily so she could only fall as fast as her breasts lurched back to allow her. Her cleavage closed around Quinn and bumped him forward forcing him to fall over her, and then the breasts parted around them and wobbled to a stop on either side of her- leaving a very thin gap between her tits where her body rests on the floor now, sitting in her own milk. She chuckled in embarrassment. "I have so much flesh... don't let it go to waste." Avalyn fumbled around to undo her own shorts- it is both pitch black and she has such a narrow window to see from through her own cleavage. She sure as hell can't reach AROUND her tits, so her arms have to go through her cleavage too, and then without fingers she has to catch the zipper and button in the crook between hoof segments in order to manipulate them without being able to hold them. It seems a black splotch has covered Avalyn's butt cheeks making it look like it is heart-shaped from behind, but also wraps around to the front covering her crotch. The black of the splotch only seems to highlight the neon pink of her pussy in contrast- her clit standing out of its hood on its own in erection. Quinn is on his hands and knees and has to shove his way in over her properly, causing her monstrous boobs to wobble violently out of the way. He opened his own pants and used his furry white nuts to hold his shorts down. His sheath flopped forward on its own; unlike on a proper beast his sheath isn't adhered to his underside, it only connects at the base. Though most felines have quite small genitals for their body size; that is not the case with Quinn. Even without the enhancement of his wolf half, his dick is still seven inches, and it is shaped like a chubby cone, so it's also quite wide. The last third of the shaft is lined with a forest of barbs still. Soft violet veins pulse toward the base where it emerges from his sheath and the shaft is more of a diffused, powder red- less vibrant than when it has canine mixed into it. Usually when you get a tit-fuck it is your penis between the breasts, not your entire body. This is technically Avalyn's first time with a male as well! Er, a real male anyway. Nelly can take the shape of the opposite gender to give Avalyn a helping of cock. The plush dark pads of his hands felt good when he holds her sides to brace as he thrusts in slowly. She starts moaning almost immediately- the barbs of his penis gently drag into her. She made a mix of bovine lows and moans, unable to think of human words again and no longer trying particularly hard to. Her ears wiggle giddily at the sides of her head and her hair fans out on the tile floor- though also becomes increasingly saturated with milk. Avalyn's nimble tail curls up and her tassel plays over his fuzzy balls and taint. Unlike Avalyn- Quinn actually hates having his tail touched, so his own tail is held high in the air behind him. He had to be very careful thrusting into her till their lube mixed and spread because he could hurt her with his barbs because of how tight of a fit he is. Her pubic mound is quite pronounced and her mons already engorged from arousal her growth itself inflicted- but her actual vaginal passage is quite tight. She is very rarely ever penetrated. Once Quinn worked himself up to speed and they were well lubricated, his thrusts were echoed with a long, gradual splashing sound. When he thrusts in her body is jarred up, but her breasts slowly roll up to match her, causing her mega-nipples to erupt milk like a garden hose! He is unintentionally milking her while fucking her! In this at least; her multiplied teats greatly help her. They are all too big to be used properly, but having four does still greatly aid in emptying her out, because they are still technically breasts. Which means there is only two bodies to house milk in, but four ways the milk can get out. It was an insanely erotic experience; thrusting into a beautiful tall woman, lowing like a cow while he is surrounded by wobbling, wet breast flesh on all sides. She is leaking constantly while they rock, wobble, and jiggle so beads of milk are scattered around the entire surface of her breasts, getting everywhere. They do not separate far enough to not be touching Quinn on his sides and even clap together lightly across his back when they wobble, so his movement is jostling them around too. Avalyn has hooves for hands so her arms were just curled up over the top of her breasts uselessly, looking a bit like a begging puppy. The milk pool spread further and further, coating the entire floor of the immense hallway. The two lovers were almost entirely soaked by now from fucking in it and having it splash with their every movement. Avalyn hit peak first. "AHH- m-mMM-MOOOOUUU~" Her entire body started trembling and her legs bent and her back arched several times, squirming from the shockwaves of pleasure. Her pussy squirt too- adding more lube to the lake of liquids on the floor already. Her shaking caused her breasts to jiggle violently like someone slapping a jelly mold and her nipples tightened, compressing in, and then REALLY erupted milk regressing her size a good bit! Though... still nowhere close to giving her any mobility. The erratic shuddering around his cock and her pussy clenching hard and trying to draw it further in bent the barbs of Quinn's dick over and over, triggering his own orgasm. He leaned forward when he climaxed and tried to put his hands on the floor beside her but immediately slipped on the milk and fell completely into her! Avalyn caught him off guard with a kiss, gently holding him to her with her hooves on his back. He was not expecting her tongue- not only did she use tongue during this kiss, but in this form her tongue is large enough to fill his entire mouth! They sat together in the warm pool of milk for a while, catching their breath. Quinn chuckled to break the silence. "Kinda wish they left the AC on in here." "Heh. Sorry-" She nudged a giant boob with her hoof. "They are really goOOod insulators, so heat builds up fast." He leaned back a bit and looked them over. "They look a good big smaller." "I lost a lot of milk. Once the teats are small enough to get your hand around, can you m-mmilk me back to normal? Mmmm~ actually, you should drink up. We never got dinner." He blushed lightly. "Is that okay?" She laughed loudly. "Uh... yea. That is what m-mm-my tits are for. That is like, the best part about having them. Well... one of the best parts." And there is more than enough for both of them. She got Quinn to grab a teat and pull it up while she compressed the top portion of her breast to try and fold the front far enough up that she could latch onto one of her own and start sucking hungrily at her own bounty, and then Quinn suckled at another huge nipple. Her body doesn't produce the milk normally so it's not like drinking from herself is a resource loop- she's creating new resources from nothing. Quinn was perfectly fine with having her for dinner; what cat doesn't like milk? Slowly but surely they work her down in size. Her added bovine features apparently remain till she is completely empty again- they are the last thing to grow in when she fills but also the last thing to go when emptying. As her breasts first start to shrink down, the twin teats gradually come closer together and then in an automatic surge of expressed milk, they regress far enough that they fused back into one teat on their own, once they are already touching. The pink around her breasts starts to regress and the edge becomes more defined till it recedes to the edge of the curvature of her actual areolas. The rest of her altered features remain till she is completely empty and then change in a sudden rather violent shift. Avalyn insists it does not hurt in the slightest, even though all the crunching and popping bones certainly sounds like it could be painful. The faster, larger changes are overwhelming though- she cannot think or reply to anyone when it is happening; her brain is in complete overload. Although the shift into her charged state was well over an hour total, that is still pretty insanely fast considering she can go half an entire day without outwardly showing any changes whatsoever. It is exponential- so once she starts to slip; she falls fast. Avalyn laughed softly, just looking up toward the roof- she could barely see anything in the dark anyway. "What an absolutely nutty day." "Sorry. Supposed to be a fun adventure but we keep running into trouble." Avalyn shook her head, looking toward him with a sympathetic smile- she could see Quinn easily silhouetted against the outside light filtering through the front doors far behind him. "I will remember today for the rest of my life." "Y-you enjoyed today?" "Yea. I was nervous and scared coming here- thought we might cook to death out there in the scablands but... that made it kinda thrilling. And you were driving so Nelly kept smothering me with kisses and playing with my tits- which was SUPER embarrassing because of how open it was but... that also made it thrilling." She motioned around them. "Felt like we had been tossed in prison when we first got trapped in here but... the darkness makes it feel more enclosed than it actually is and-" She shrugged. "Kind of cozy, actually. Just us in here, alone in the dark, nothing to look at, just the sound of our voices and feel of our flesh~" He tapped his foot, making a splashing sound against the floor. "We are also in deep shit if we don't get out of here the moment the security gates open. You drown a third of the entire mall in milk." "Well I look quite human again, so as soon as the gates start moving, we slip out. I don't think explosive lactation is a common thing around here, so the guards will mostly just be confused when they first see it. But they will still stop us if they see us being here when we shouldn't be." "Hrmn. And we will have dried milk all over us- since we have nowhere to get cleaned off." "I hear bathing in milk is great for your skin though." They both laughed at that. After a while they rung what they could out of their clothes and Quinn took his shoes off to try and air them out too. The two of them curled up together to keep each other warm through the night- it was again an extremely late night for them. Avalyn spoke up in a whisper as they got comfortable together. "My boobs are a blessing and curse I guess, huh? They often make me feel objectified... and, sometimes I like that, but... it usually isn't in the playful way. I feel grateful that my problem half is relatively easy to control though. Kind of feel a bit bad going to 'fix' it with a wish. Better than being so back and forth with myself all the time though." "Is that your cow traits though?" "Hmm?" "Will becoming human straighten out your feelings about yourself? Some things aren't meant to be sorted out. Sometimes you need a little chaos." "Hrrmm. You must think of me as some sort of horny, or needy slut though, right? I mean honestly- don't sugar coat it... what do you think of me? Some big boobed woman playing with your girlfriend on the side because she doesn't know how to let go, and then I make you fuck me too. Ugh... what am I doing." Quinn huffed. "Well, like I said before; I think you're the most composed of the three of us. You are usually the first awake, you drove the car like a pro, and drove further than me so far on the trip. You are the one to coordinate us in the mornings and make sure everyone gets out the door at a reasonable time. I think it sounds like you are trying to fit into a 'normal' role in life, but your heart just isn't feeling it. You aren't human, so fuck what the humans think is normal. You do you, you do 'Avalyn'." "I guess... I should know that. I can't help but feel like I might be doing something wrong, you know? I don't mean to seem whiney, or high-maintenance or whatever... I go from enjoying myself to drama-queen a minute later." She furrowed her brows and shook her head lightly. "I am sorry, these aren't even that problematic, I just make them out to be..." "It isn't easy for us demi-humans. It isn't like you have many options of who you can talk to about this sort of stuff- it is fine. We are all pretty confused. I know you are shy, but any time you need to talk about it, I am here to listen. Like Nelly." Avalyn hummed, settling down but then lifted her head and gasped again. "Is that a security camera?!" Quinn followed her eyes to a blinking red light in a corner of the roof. "No, it is a fire alarm. Malls don't put security cameras in the main halls- the individual shops have to buy their own. There isn't anything to steal in the halls so there is no point putting a camera there." Her phone chimed and she looked at the screen a moment and smiled, though had to squint because the sudden existence of light in the darkness almost blinded her. Quinn glanced at her. "What is it?" She turned to show him the text message. "Nelly says goodnight." She shook the phone, knocking a drop of stray milk off the corner. "Good thing this phone is waterproof up to ten meters..." "Heh. Guess today was pretty alright after all, eh?" ----- [center][color=cornflowerblue][b]Chapter 4 : No Face[/b][/color][/center] ----- Nelly brought the car around to the mall doors after a while. The parking lot was empty now and Quinn and Avalyn are going to want as short of a run to the car doors as possible. The prices in the hotels were pretty standard, but they spent so much on the last place that they can no longer afford 'standard'- at least not when viewing the bigger picture. They have to make an entire return trip as well. It also seemed like a waste to rent an entire hotel room for just herself, so after some deliberating she just... didn't. She planned to sleep in the car. She packed a beach towel for when they get to Atallia that she could now use as a blanket, and then just used a duffle bag of clothes as a pillow. Not like it gets actually cold out at this time of year. She looked at the mall longingly, wondering what her friends were up to in there. They were only forty feet away from each other technically. Nelly did not want to call them though, at risk of waking them up if they managed to force themselves to sleep already- because falling to sleep while imprisoned in an empty mall probably isn't easy. Nelly double-checked that she locked the doors and then flopped back across the back seats and turned on another VOD of Silver Lining to watch her mother back when she was a gamer. She incorporated her user name into the title of every play through- so this one was 'Portal 3 has a Silver Lining'. Tulia leaned back in her chair with a look between disappointment and shock at the 'game over' screen. "Ouf... sorry guys, looks like we are not finishing this stream after all. But hey- I guess that makes the next stream a double-feature, right? I will be playing two different games in the same stream when I start the next one!" She closed the game and just maximized the stream chat in its place. "You know, a lot of people have been asking me how I am always so optimistic. I wasn't always. I dunno; I always just think of the law of odds. Yea, maybe tomorrow will be crap- but maybe it won't be. Maybe it will be bad, but I will find a way to enjoy it anyway- or it will benefit someone else and I can be glad it happened regardless. Even if it is totally bad, there is still the day after that. Life is full of so much potential, so even when I am in a dark place; there is so many things that could happen that I would enjoy, that I hype myself waiting for the next thing to happen to me. If where I am is bad, then I just look forward to something else. Like Christmas day- sure some of your presents will probably be lame but that doesn't kill the hype for the awesome ones! Even the lame ones still serve a purpose." She nodded mostly just to herself. "If it is bad for you- it might be good for someone else. The world is too small for anything to be utterly cut off from everything else; everything effects everything else. If it's good for you, it might be bad for someone else. There is a dark side to every light, but every dark cloud also has a silver lining." She stuck her tongue out at her self-insert. She sighed, closing chat and opening her stream interface ready to end the stream. "Anyway. I will see you all next time, we will wrap up this game and get started on the next- still don't know what the next will be, so who knows; it might be YOUR favorite game! Bye all~" The video automatically closed when it finished, returning to the playlist. Nelly had a smile on her face but tears in her eyes. "Bye mom." Watching her mother Tulia's inspirational speeches often brought a tear to Nelly's eye. Tulia was such a shining beacon of hope and happiness. Her silliness as she had fun playing games drew in around five million people to subscribe to her- never mind how many watched her content overall. Those speeches held a lot of power. She could not touch her fans, she did not see her fans. She just shared her smile with them and some kind words, but that was more than enough for some. People thanking her for making their day a little brighter, people who just listen to her voice in the background to help them go to sleep, or people sinking into darkness- who were made to see the light thanks to her kindness. Sometimes something as simple as a friendly smile can mean the world. Tulia never finished that game on stream. That VOD was the last recording before the Second Wish. The next video after that was over a month later. Then there was only a few videos after that- scattered further and further apart. She announced she was pregnant, and thus going to need some time to step away from streaming to have her daughter, and then likely wouldn't return to streaming for a year or more, so she could give her daughter her full attention at all times. Nelly's thumb hovered over the last video on the playlist but her heart tightened in dread and she closed the playlist entirely. She has watched every one of her mother's streams many times over- but she has never watched the final video. Because then, it would be truly, and forever over. Most people assumed Tulia retired from streaming because of her daughter- stepped away long enough to realize she didn't really want to do it anymore. So thankfully most people do not realize that Tulia is dead. Nelly has no memory of ever seeing her mother; the streams Silver Lining left behind are her only interaction with her mom. Because Nelly was born demi-human there was complications with the birth and Tulia became deathly weak after. She was never able to return home with her daughter. Tulia spent eight days in the hospital with the newborn Nelly, before she died. When Nelly told her mother she was going on this trip- it was to her gravestone. Her father still sometimes stands outside, waiting around like Tulia once did for him, just trying to imagine what was going through her head at the time, what she was experiencing. While her father was at work; Nelly was looked after by her grandparents. Nelly's survival became the silver lining for the remaining family. Nelly was woken up the next day by a security guard tapping on the window. He told her she can't just sleep in the parking lot like that, and told her to get out of there if she isn't shopping for anything in the mall. Nelly started the car but remained where she was- watching the mall carefully as the guards turned the security off and all the metal bars sealing the place up started to lift. Quinn and Avalyn dashed out of one of the side doors and looped around; spotting the car immediately in the otherwise empty parking lot. Quinn is now shirtless- Avalyn is wearing his shirt because hers absolutely fucking exploded. Nelly raised a brow looking at how dishevelled they looked. Avalyn's hair and Quinn's fur was matted thanks to milk drying in it. Quinn opened the driver side door and shooed Nelly out of the driver seat. "You shouldn't have driven the car here!" "Pff- you're welcome." "You're lucky you didn't get arrested, you don't have a license." Avalyn sighed loudly as she collapsed over the back seats. "I am SO glad I gave you the spare key just in case." Nelly grinned, shuffling over to the passenger seat. "I actually just slept here the night, so we were not that separated after all." She glanced between them as Quinn already started to pull out of the parking lot. "So uh... what... happened?" Avalyn cupped her breasts from below and wobbled them in her palms. "You know what happened." Quinn's ears lowered. "Something else happened too..." Nelly paused a moment before gasping and looking quickly between the two of them. "You did? It? Together? How was- er, did you enjoy yourselves?!" Avalyn glanced away in embarrassment. "It was my fault. We... had fun, I guess. It was awkward but... yea." Nelly looked at Quinn who refused to take his eyes off the road to look back. "Soooo~" He shook his head, holding his index up at her. "Not another word out of you." Avalyn told them to stop at the next decent looking gas station. Nelly can go into the store and brouse or pick up a few small supplies while Quinn and Avalyn go to the bathrooms with a spare outfit in hand. They can try to wash some of the dried milk off in the sink and then swap outfits before returning to the car. Avalyn blushed at Quinn. "Your shirt... is probably going to be a bit stretched out..." Orlod at least was the end of the scablands. The burning wastelands are behind them now- at least till the return trip. Orlod is actually considered one of the satellite cities of Atallia itself- so Atallia is close enough that they could technically reach it by tonight but that would REALLY be pushing it. This area was webbed with rivers and dotted with small tree groves. The land between the great cities is filled with a lot of wildlife. They spot many deer in the area and even a fox that quickly dashes out of sight when they pass. Quinn glanced at Nelly looking at the map on her phone. "So... now that all three of us are acquainted... plan on revealing anything?" She blushed and slunk back into her seat. "Nooo..." "Nel, c'mon. I almost feel like I know Avalyn better than I know you now! Avalyn knows what you are, heck Tim knows what you are." "I kn-" "What does Tim have that I don't? What do I have to do, to get on Tim's level?" "N-no! It isn't like that!" Avalyn bristled a bit. "H-hey. Let's keep the punches above the belt." Nelly shook her head. "No, it's okay. I need this." "Hmm?" "I... it's pretty obvious by now that I can't make myself do it, so someone else has to force me to." Quinn glanced at her and she timidly looked back. "I want you to keep pushing me. I need you to. I don't want to be this way... to hurt you like that." There was another ten minutes of silence before Quinn glanced at her again. "So your spots... what was your dad transformed into?" That surprised her. "How did you know those were from my dad?" "Avalyn said most of your traits are from your mother. Freckles are a pretty minor aspect even if they are amazingly unique. So I assumed those were from your dad." She huffed with a weak grin, leaning her arm on the edge of the open window a moment before answering. "A slug." "Your dad turned into a slug?!" "A bioluminescent sea slug, yea. Don't worry- the glowing dots are ALL I got from him, heh. Looked more like an alien than anything. He couldn't talk when fully transformed so he used his lights to emote for him and try to communicate. Since my mom had lots of video recording stuff around- there is actually a video he made while transformed trying to give like a last will sort of message, thinking the world was going to end." Quinn nodded with a somber chuckle. "Well the world did end- it was just wished back." He motioned out across the scattered woodlands and rivers around the highway. "Just imagine- this road would be clogged with mutated animals and weird sexual abominations and the thousands of abandoned vehicles they tried to escape in. Trenches dragged across the land leading to downed planes that fell from the sky trying to return to the airport in Atallia..." Avalyn nodded. "It is no wonder communication with Astrelle is strictly guarded by the Wishing Council. A single well-meaning wish ended the world. If anyone is allowed to wish, the wish must be judged and approved first." Quinn hummed in thought. "I wonder how long we will be waiting in queue to wish?" "Probably not THAT long, because our parents called in advance to reserve our slot. Also the council prioritizes people according to how far they had to travel to get to Atallia in the first place. So by not being residents of Atallia City, we are already ahead of a bunch of people queued. It is also one wish per person, so no one stands in line twice." "Wonder how many people stand before Astrelle and ask for something mundane like cash?" Avalyn laughed. "At first, probably everyone. I don't imagine there are that many people these days dumb enough to wish for money. Making money appear out of thin air damages the global economy- the wish would be automatically denied. No free rides. Just like you cannot wish the dead back to life, or wish yourself immortality. You can wish a sick person healthy again though- or wish fertility into the land to create a farmable plot out of any patch of dirt. Us turning human is a no-brainer, they won't even have to consider it; it will immediately be allowed. It is a wish that only affects us personally, AND our current body is an indirect result of a previous, recalled wish." There were a lot of small, scattered communities in the shadow of Atallia, so they passed homes, shops, and gas stations, but Quinn and especially Avalyn turned down stopping at the first few. Gas station bathrooms are almost always a rancid place to be, so she did not want to strip naked to change outfits in one if it looked grungy from the outside. They stopped at the fourth station, topping off what little gas they burned through already. Nelly went into the store to see if there was anything small she could buy while her friends stripped in the bathroom to get new clothes on and try to wipe all the dried milk off- considerably harder for Quinn to do since it's in his fur. Their skin did feel extra smooth today though thanks to the milk bath. Nelly hears some commotion at the front of the store and dips behind one of the shelves to peek out and there are two teenagers at the front counter- one of them has a gun! The store is being robbed! Her heart was pounding but she could not let this go. Nelly is sure she can stop them herself, but she has to move fast of they are going to escape. Without making an actual sale, the cash register actually cannot be opened even by the clerk, without entering a complex code, so there is a bit of time before they can get the money. Nelly opened the freezer at the back carefully so the door didn't make that sucking sound when you open it normally. She grabbed a plastic milk crate at the bottom and put the milk into the freezer so she could overturn the crate itself on the floor and use like a stool. Nelly climbed onto it and then hopped up, managing to tag the roof with her hands! Her fingers stuck to the roof! She cannot stick to glass, so she had to basically run her legs up the glass of the freezer while her hands anchored her to the roof, and then kick up when she was as high as she could go to get her toes to cling to the roof too. Now she is crouched upside-down on the roof! Her actual outfit is just a short skirt and a tank top so like usual she has no socks or shoes on to prevent her from climbing up surfaces. This would be insane for a regular person to even try... it is probably insane for HER to try this too, but she feels like she has to. No human can do the stuff she can- it would be such a horrible waste to not use her powers for good at every opportunity she gets. Her body seemed to ripple a moment before vanishing from sight entirely- cloaked into the roof itself. It isn't a perfect disguise- if you were to look at her when she moves, you can still see where she is. Her illusion lags a bit behind her movement, so you can see what looks like violent ripples in the air when she moves. The old man behind the counter finally got the register open and started to hand out the stacks of bills to the two teens. It is mostly small bills... it is just a gas station at the edge of their community... how much money did they really expect to be able to get here? Is it even remotely worth the trouble? She quickly re-appeared before the clerk finished handing the money off, transforming herself to have a giant snake tail! Her tail fell between the two teens and coiled around the legs of one, yanking his legs up, forcing him to fall face-first into the counter hard enough to break the skin open on his forehead and knock him out! Nelly transformed her arms from the elbows down into bird claws, falling off the roof onto the teen with a gun, grabbing him by the face and slamming his head into the floor! The teen shot the gun on accident out of surprise, but he was already falling when the gun went off so the only thing he shot was the roof. Nelly tightened her grip on his head, digging into his scalp with her talons. "Why did you do it? What is wrong with you?!" "I-I don't know, I needed fucking money man!" She motioned to the clerk behind her. "So does he! But he is working for his money." "My mom is working hard too but she can't afford the new gaming console, I couldn't ask her for that shit man." "A GAME console?! You almost took someone's life, just so you can play some fucking video games?!" She started crying a bit, which made the teen even more afraid of her, thinking she is unstable. "I wasn't going to shoot man, I swear!" "You had a loaded gun. You shot it right now on accident. It doesn't matter if you planned to shoot it or not- you introduced the possibility. You gambled with a human life, and it wasn't even your life to gamble." She gripped his head even harder, causing thin trails of blood to gather under his hair before releasing her grip entirely. "FUCK. Piss off. Get the fuck out of here." She yanked the gun out of his head with one taloned hand and wiped the tears out of her eyes with her other arm as the teen got up and ran out the door, abandoning his still unconscious friend. Nelly handed the gun to the clerk by the barrel. The clerk nodded, using a napkin to take the gun from her- making sure not to wipe the fingerprints off the handle. "I hope that was long enough that the security camera got a good look at his face." "It did. Thank you greatly miss. You are a real life superhero with those powers." She laughed, returning to a completely human appearance. "Y-yea, sort of." Quinn emerged dressed in black jeans and a dark purple t shirt- with a spiked stud choker and bracelet on either arm. Avalyn is now in another flexible sweater; navy blue this time, and a pair of stretchy black pants. The two emerged from the bathroom rather abruptly when they heard the gunshot. They were both baffled by what happened. Quinn was having a hard time believing she wasn't playing a prank, but the police car arriving two minutes later convinced him. Avalyn believed it, but didn't want to believe it. "Nel holy shit, he had a gun. You know even if he could have defended himself the clerk is legally not supposed to do anything. Because trying to play the hero isn't worth it to anyone to get your brains blown out!" Nelly waved her hand dismissively. "I am fiiine. They never seen me coming, they can't shoot what they cannot see." Quinn started the car back up, shaking his head. "Unbelievable. You were such a tryhard in school too! You would complain that you were not ready for a test and then get 95% on it, while I think I am doing fine and skid by with a cool 67%." Avalyn sighed. "It is because of her grandmother." Nelly half-nodded. "Well... I guess. My grandmother always used to tell me it doesn't matter than I am a demi-human, because a person's worth is determined by their actions, not what they look like." Avalyn nodded sadly. "Which Nelly interpreted as; she needs to overachieve to earn the right to exist as a demi." Quinn glanced at Nelly. "Seriously? That is why you always try so hard to please everyone? Because you aren't human?" "N-nnno. Well... no. Sort of. Subconsciously, sure, probably. But also I just want to make people happy because I believe I can. I have these weird-ass powers, I might as well use them for something, right? And my mom always brought people smiles... I wanna do that too. Follow in her footsteps, best I can anyway." Avalyn crossed her arms. "Admirable. But you can do that without risking your life. Your death won't make anyone smile. Let's just... forget about it for now. You did a good job back there, you saved a life." "Hmm~" As the day wore on however- they came across some construction, and were forced to take a fork in the road, which brought up some problems. The road this far out of the city shifts a lot when the temperatures change, so it had become a craggy mess- they were re-paving the entire thing so they had to detour. Their detour however took them away from what was going to be their next stop. They cannot get to the town they were originally going to stop at for the night. According to the map, there wasn't really any stops on their new path... till Atallia. But to ride all the way to Atallia now would mean they are driving till dawn tomorrow, which seemed like a bad idea. Especially since Avalyn milked herself last in the explosion of cream at the mall last night, so by early evening today she was already becoming large again. Her top is very stretchy, but it's still starting to pull tight around her small beach ball sized melons. If they do not stop to milk her fully- the car might not even be able to take her weight. If she becomes fully charged she might CRUSH the car. Nelly shook her head, flicking her thumb across the screen to scroll the map up while zoomed in on the highway. "There is nothing. The next closest place along this route is technically in Atallia's city limits. We would have already passed one by now if we were on the original route- the main highway. But this way has jack shit." She turned to look at Avalyn in the back seat, cradling her growing tits softly. "How long do you think you have before meltdown?" She shook her head, creating long waves through her raven hair. "I don't know exactly. It is progressive so I mean... I am already bigger than I am comfortable being in public. If I nudge them I might leak a bit. I don't think I am going to explode in size for a bit still..." Nelly grumbled. "We should have got you a hand pump for the trip." "Huh? For milk?" "Yea." She made a squeezing motion with her hand. "They have those little one-handed milking things for pregnant women." "Oh. Don't think I ever seen one. I have only ever been around the milking machines for the cows." "Hmm." Nelly only half turned before abruptly turning around to face her again. "WAIT. Have you used a milking machine for cows on... yourself?!" "Y-yea. Of course, heh. I am part cow." "Wuh- how... how did it feel?" Avalyn lowered her brows. "Anything related to my boobs feels good. Well, anything physical anyway." Nelly looked ahead seeing a car and van, but quite some distance ahead of them still. She would not be able to see them at all if their lights were not on. The sky was turning a dark blue by now and the stars were starting to come out. Though the sky was still relatively light- the contrast made their immediate surroundings look even darker. She looked behind them and seen a transport truck and unfastened her seatbelt. "Hey, Quinn, pull into the other lane- let the truck pass. I am going to take some of the edge off Av." Avalyn blushed frantically looking around to see who all could potentially see her. "W-wait not here!" "Yes here, we have no stops left to stop at. You let me drink or you're going to blow up like a water balloon again. Which personally I am not against, but I am guessing you are." "Hrnnnngh..." Nelly climbed over to the back seats and Quinn put the roof up to cover them all since the air was getting cool now anyway. Nelly rest her head into Avalyn's lap and Avalyn blushed and pulled her shirt up enough for one huge breast to tug itself free by its own weight, plopping down at Nelly's face to drink from a fattened nipple. Avalyn's long tail coiled around Nelly's wrist while she drank. Avalyn lolled her head forward and just closed her eyes, focussing on the feeling of the warmth flowing out into Nelly. The magic of being able to feed her friend from her own body. Quinn started to get stressed over driving as the light vanished. The street lights out here were few and far between, and you could not see ANYTHING outside of the car's headlights between them. Nelly told him to slow down and her and Avalyn carefully scanned the sides of the road, pointing out a clearing for him. He was not keen on off-roading because the car certainly isn't built for it, but he drove slow and they slipped off the highway entirely. Nelly slept in the car just fine the other night... without anywhere to even try and go; they would all have to sleep in the car tonight. They rolled into a clearing and then around the far side of some trees to try to hide the car from the road as best they could. This would have to be the place they sleep tonight. They all got out to stretch their legs, and Quinn flopped his arms and chin over the roof of the car, mentally exhausted from the last bit of their drive. He was so tense the whole time, not being able to see basically anything. Every little leaf or rock on the road that entered their headlights; his heart jumped thinking a small animal jumped out and he was about to flatten it. They all stood around the car, leaned back against it and just took in their surroundings. It was a bit spooky being here but also beautiful. Unfortunately the moon was already elsewhere in the sky, not visible to them tonight, so it is extremely dark out. Far enough from the cities that the light pollution did not hide them- every single place in the entire night sky was taken up with a tiny spot of flickering light. Each one an immense, perpetuated explosion of flame and host of a whole other slew of planets and moons. And even with all those stars visible to them tonight, it is still only a minuscule fraction of a percentage of the indescribably vast universe, which in turn is only one of a literal infinity of alternate universes. The land and trees in contrast to the glittering sky simply looked like a solid black silhouette. Since she had been chugging milk- Nelly needed to take a piss after a few minutes and got Quinn to toss her his lighter so she did not sprain her ankle stumbling over something in the brush, or killing the batteries in her phone. His lighter ironically had a small red and white 'no smoking' sticker on it and in permanent marker on the other side he wrote 'never knows best'; a reference to a show he likes. Quinn looked across the roof of the car to Avalyn on the other side as she looked up into the sky. "Beautiful isn't it?" "Yea. So uhm... how we dividing the car?" "Front seats, back seats... trunk, I guess. Who gets trunk though? Want to rock-paper-scissors it?" She smiled and shook her head. "Nelly gets trunk. She is the only one small enough to easily fit into it. I like being sandwiched so I will take the back seat between you two, you get front." He shrugged. "Works for me." Nelly made it back in one piece and helped take out some of their luggage, both to make room for her to sleep in the open trunk, and also to get stuff out to use as blankets and pillows for everyone. A few moths came fluttering by, attracted by the light spilling out of the car windows across the tall, untamed grass of the untread field. Further out from them, fireflies danced in the dark. The light spilling from the car cut far into the night in five pillars. The radio was playing but the windows and doors were closed so it was muffled and mostly only the bass carried through into the night. Quinn eventually groaned. "I wanna take a piss before I go to sleep... maybe I will just wait till morning." Nelly looked at him. "What, why?" "It's so dark... and creepy. What if I startle some wild animal and get mauled?" "You absolute baby! I already went and I am perfectly fine! There are no predators in there, it's just a bit of brush, there isn't enough wooded area." He crossed his arms. "Still creepy..." He looked back at her. "Weren't you scared?" "Yea. Even right now, just standing out here in the middle of nowhere is making me kind of nervous but... I know nothing is going to happen. It is like going to a haunted house- it is a fun sort of scary." She reached across the hood and shoved him toward the brush. "Just go. You have your lighter." "Hrrm." Quinn had to be extra careful where he steps- the grass is so tall it could easily be hiding things. Dead logs or twigs, rocks... small animals. He freezes in place when he hears movement around him just as he enters the treeline. Further from the car- his eyes are able to pierce the dark unlike the women, so he scans the surroundings but sighs when he spots an owl above him. The sound he heard was the owl landing on a branch. Then another sound filled the air... a harmonica. Avalyn was playing her harmonica again, and since she is outside of the car the sound easily travels further. A smooth blues type melody from the car. Quinn looked at her as he got back to the car after. "Thanks, Av." "Hmm? She tried to act confused but he just smiled and then she caved in and smiled back. "just one last late night jam." Nelly smiled at her and whispered 'told you'. Avalyn played her harmonica to calm his nerves, and guide him back to the car. Quinn went into the car and turned the lights off, going to sleep first. Driving in that last stretch really drained him. Nelly flicked a fat nipple through Avalyn's shirt once Quinn was asleep. "If I don't empty you, your size stays in flux." "Hrm." Nelly turned so they faced one another and slipped her hands up under Avalyn's shirt- though she had to force them up to get them between the fabric and the fronts of her boobs, because the shirt was once again stretching. Avalyn glanced nervously back toward Quinn in the car. "Wait- not here!" "Why not?" "Quinn is-" "Asleep." "We are out in the open!" "With no witnesses other than fireflies and stars." "Buh-mph!" Nelly kissed her, cutting off her excuses. Avalyn weakly lifted her arms to push back on Nelly, but Nelly just took her hands and tangled their fingers together. She caused Avalyn to slip and tumbled over onto her into the soft, cool grass. "So... what form would you like tonight?" "How about... vanilla." Nelly made a pained expression. "Even though I already know what you look like..?" "Yea. It is bad, Av. After Tim broke off with me... I guess I never thought about it till then, that... relationships end. People I am friends with now can turn against me, or go away. Tim never told anyone what I really look like, but... it was a possibility I had not considered before then. The fear caused me to sink even deeper into my own illusions. I rely so heavily on my powers that I don't know how to function without them anymore." "Yet you can see the lights of Atallia on the horizon. About to wish yourself entirely human- which will remove all of your powers." "Another crutch I have been leaning on." "Wishing yourself human?" "Yea. In my mind I am like 'oh well its fine, when I wish myself human I will be forced to reveal myself anyway'. But that isn't... me. I mean, it will be but... y'know? Like, at that point I cannot reveal who I am to him or anyone else, because I have deleted that version of me from existence. So if this body doesn't exist anymore to reveal to him- that means it is technically always going to be a secret I keep from him. Even if I tell him afterwards it's still not really good enough. And like- sure he will know who I am after that point, but even then it wasn't because I opened it up to him. It is because I literally cannot transform anymore, I was FORCED to show him." "Which means you are on a tight deadline, because we will be in Atallia tomorrow." "I know. Help me Av. Shove me around- pin me down and interrogate me or something. I need to show him before the wish is made, I procrastinated for too long. I am out of time, and I have been tormenting him with this for far too long already. Quinn deserves better." [center][b][color=hotpink]-N&A-[/color][/b][/center] Avalyn used their locked hands to shove Nelly up, and then rolled over- reversing their positions to pin the much smaller woman down. "How about a bull for me to ride for now then?" "Moo~" The two started to strip each other slowly, never breaking eye contact. In the process they flipped over several times, but Avalyn still forced herself back on top. Their size difference made it easy to overpower Nelly. Nelly's freckles exploded in size, scattering across her body to form base brown spots and the color drained from the rest of her skin, turning it almost completely white in contrast. Her face pushed out into a half-muzzle and her ears became small and leaf shaped. From her chin to her collar bone her skin seemed to ripple, expand and then layer itself, forming soft dewlaps- rolls of empty skin off the underside of her neck. Her feet quickly morphed to cloven hooves and her abs and pecs swelled out, making her look quite muscular; though she retained her D cup breasts. Nelly smiled and thrust her hips up as her clit jut out of its hood. It very quickly started to grow into a neon pink thorn, then a cone, a pointed tower of throbbing stiff meat, and still bigger. It is mostly illusion- Nelly's transformative powers are not strong enough to invert her gender. When she gains a phallus- she is actually using her tail overlapped with optical illusions. So it's still her real body- just not the part of her body you think it is. The clit became so massive and long it dragged the clitoral hood longer, and bulked it up into a sheath- giving her the long tapered phallus of a bull. Her labia looked like they knit themselves together in the middle as two ostrich-egg sized testicles popped out into them, stretching them with their weight into the low-slung balls of a bull. With her hips thrust up, the cock grew up past Avalyn's butt over her, sliding through her butt cheeks. Once it was ready to use, Nelly plopped her hips back down and Avalyn repositioned herself over the tip of the dick, licking her lips. She had her hands locked with Nelly still, using her raised arms to balance as she slowly eased herself down the long shaft. Unlike a proper bull- since the dick is partially just an illusion; as soon as Avalyn bottoms out on it, it shifts proportions inside of her to completely fill her width as well! A bulge became visible on Avalyn's lower gut, marking where the large cock is stretching her out from. Avalyn let go of her hands and put her own hands into the grass on either side of Nelly's chest. Her knees above and to either side of Nelly's hips, rocking her own hips forward and back as well as up and down slightly to milk the shaft. She dropped herself onto it hard, loving the feeling of being stretched out to maximum. Quinn definitely did that the other night with his huge knot. Avalyn started to pant softly, making a few stuttered moans occasionally- cutting herself off when she remembers how close Quinn is sleeping to them. Her breasts bobbed around energetically in front of her, dipping low with weight but wobbling back up with their elasticity. They are taut and full- beads of milk escape when they spring back up. Her nipples are only an inch and a half long so far but as thick as a silver dollar. Nelly deliberately only milked a bit out of her, so she would swell up again not too long after. Keep her needy so she is forced to return for more. Nelly chuckled softly and her own breasts seemed to start swelling rapidly. Since her body is controlled by what she wants- her transformations do not follow a roadmap of a copied form, or a set of specific transformative runes. Which means she doesn't need to take a form that already exists; she can turn into whatever nonsense she wants. As her breasts swelled her nipples widened, then seemed to impact in the center! They expanded and suddenly opened! Her nipples were gaped- revealing a growing pit inside of her breasts! The fat insulation was being shoved aside as they grew- so their overall mass actually was not changing at all, her breasts are becoming progressively more hollow! What remained of her ridiculously stretched nipples fattened into a pair of human lips and closed again, both smiling. Avalyn's eyes rolled back in her head at the absurdity. She was too breathless to comment on it, and did not slow her grinding on the custom cock, causing her pussy juices to run down the shaft and mix with Nelly's own. The fake dick grows out directly over her REAL clitoris- so whenever Avalyn shoves the dick in, the shaft shoves back against Nelly's clit. Nelly shook her chest, almost breaking into a laugh at the giant wobbling orbs. Even bigger than Avalyn's current breasts, if only in how round they are. Instead of nipples the areola are crowned with mouths, and they wasted no time at all, latching onto Avalyn's engorged teats and sucking them in! Nelly's tits were sucking on Avalyn's breasts! She is drawing the milk out of Avalyn and putting it into her own chest! The space in her own boobs is completely hollow at the moment, waiting to be filled. The lipples on Nelly's bust were so large she could suck half of Avalyn's entire breasts inside of her own! Avalyn's arms gave out from the pleasure of having her enlarged breasts sucked by such giant, plush feminine lips, so Nelly's thirsty boobs were holding Avalyn up by her own breasts; her arms just hanging limp at her sides. Nelly had to reach up and cover Avalyn's mouth with her hand, giggling softly at how she could not contain her moans, even at risk of waking Quinn. Little did either of them realize that Quinn hasn't actually gone to sleep yet- he could hear the entire thing. He just also knows how easily embarrassed Avalyn is, so at risk of causing her a small mental breakdown- he just pretended to be sleeping. Avalyn was breathing so heavily she was almost hyperventilating- she could not escape the assault of pleasure even for a moment. She climbed on top thinking she would take control of this fuck, but Nelly easily stole back control. Nelly thrusts up, penetrating her and sending a shockwave of pleasure through her lower body, causing her to rock forward only to get sucked into the lipples and send a shock of pleasure through her upper body, forcing her to roll back the other way trying to escape the intensity. Nelly was just rocking her back and forth, sucking and fucking. Nelly herself had several smaller orgasms along the way- since her faux phallus is a direct assault on her clit, and a sharper, more targeted pleasure than she was giving Avalyn. Nelly wished she could give her lipples tongues too, but that would be too much change for her to concentrate on at one time. Avalyn's breasts and nipples shrank as she emptied, till her entire breasts were sucked inside of Nelly's mutant boobs! Nelly was sucking on her ENTIRE breasts by the time Avalyn tensed up, curling her body a bit trying to edge herself back but failing as she squeaked in a muffled cry of pleasure and climaxed, hard. Nelly resumed her regular human shape almost instantly, causing the shuddering cowgirl to collapse onto her, and she hugged Avalyn tightly, petting her pussy gently from behind with her hidden tail. After a bit, they got dressed again and slipped into the car to sleep. They could all watch the starry sky over them from where they lay to go to sleep to. Nelly was in the trunk so the most exposed- though even if it started raining the open hood would still keep her dry. It was a clear sky regardless. It IS a miracle she survived the night without any mosquito bites though. ----- [center][b][color=cornflowerblue]Chapter 5 : Revelations[/color][/b][/center] ----- The three of them had a rough time waking up. A bit stiff and still tired- the sun was already full out and warming them. Small birds chirping all around them, the gentle wind rippling the sea of grass like waves on the ocean. None of them set an alarm to wake up, so Nelly ended up waking up first on her own, then nudging Avalyn awake and finally Quinn. Unfortunately while their stay in the car last night was not that bad for getting rest- it meant they were nowhere remotely close to a place to eat breakfast. And Quinn and Avalyn's dinner from the night before that ended up being their breakfast the following morning instead, so they were especially in need of a decent meal. Today, Avalyn insisted on taking the wheel again. They turned the radio on low, pulled back the roof and let the wind whip their hair and fur as they raced toward their final destination. Atallia was already visible in the distance when they took to the road today. More and more traffic appeared on the highway with them as other routes converged into theirs as they get closer to the super city. The buildings already look like they are towering over them before they even reach the city limits, and the city has multiple levels! Not only home to modern technologies; Atallia is a mecca for Magi as well- the survivor of the Second Wish herself is a Sorceress. So Atallia is filled with towers of glass and metal, webbed together with overpasses, but it also has multiple floating islands with still more towering buildings on THOSE- piercing the lower atmosphere, so the top floors are above cloud level! The floating islands are powered off mana conduction to transmitters in the uppermost level which is not even visible from the ground. The mana passes through reactive stones that invert gravity with a force equal to their mana charge. Since it isn't an actual spell doing it, the effect never ends because the mana isn't being converted into anything, it is just circulating through. The islands orbit the outer city so the city isn't cast into a shadow by its own upper levels. The only exception is actually this party's destination. The Wishing Council is in the Cloister Of Stars, which is a tower that floats at the very outer edges of Earth's atmosphere, so far into the sky you cannot see from the ground. The only way to reach it is a teleportation rune in the center of the city on ground level. Avalyn breathed a heavy sigh as they passed under the shadow of the islands, entering Atallia City limits. "Anyone else suddenly VERY nervous?" Quinn and Nelly just nodded silently. "I am surprised we got here so fast... wasn't this Nelly's original best-case-scenario time frame?" Quinn nodded. "It is because we took the scablands route, which basically no one else does. We also drive from dawn to evening every day so we just cover a lot of ground." "Is it... okay if we do a little looking around first? Sight-seeing? I... REALLY don't feel ready to make a wish." Nelly nodded. "Seconded. We are going sight-seeing and need to get a hotel room and all that while we are here anyway- it doesn't matter what order we do it in. I originally planned to see the city as a full human but... kinda wanna do that last now that we are here." Quinn nodded. "It has been a strange journey but I am kind of sad we are already at the end. We ran into a lot of hitches along the way but overall it has been an amazing time." Nelly looked rather somber at the photo her father took of them on her phone before they left. Three weird goofballs, about to step out on a journey to change their lives. It sort of feels like those three goofs already changed. She doesn't feel the same as when she left that day at all. They found their hotel on the first try- fairly close to the city center as well. Thanks to magic and technology; their facilities function smoothly with less effort from any direct human contact, so they can afford to have much lower prices for much better rooms than anywhere else. Which helps- because Atallia gets a LOT of tourists, coming to make a wish. For that same reason- there are a lot of demi-humans all over the place. Anyone who wants to turn human ends up here; this is the only place it can be done. Conversely; anyone who wants to stop being human ends up here too. Remember that the Second Wish was originally made by a man who wanted to be part animal, and did not feel at home in his human body. From people wanting more muscle than their biology physically allows, sex workers looking to attract a more exotic audience, or just people who never felt right in their own skin even though they were born human; demi-humans can be made intentionally. Nelly remained rocking out in the car bobbing her head to the radio while Quinn and Avalyn went in to rent a room. Avalyn looked around the large well-lit lobby with mostly glass walls. "You know Nelly has a mana crystal from that last swanky hotel we stayed at?" "What?!" "They had a complementary mana crystal for magi that stay there, and she took it- it is in the glove box. I think she is going to try to google some spells she could cast with it... make sure she doesn't blow her hand off or something, ya?" Quinn laughed nervously. "Yea I don't trust her with magic." There was a bit of a pause before Avalyn spoke up again, though a bit quieter. "And thanks for the other night. It really helped." Her cheeks turned bright pink. "T-the talking part I mean! I mean the other stuff was nice too b-but-" He chuckled. "I get it." "I don't really know what I want from one minute to the next, and I don't know how I would describe myself to anyone. But I am the only 'me' in the world, so I don't need to fit any pre-conceived titles. Just... do what I feel in the moment, and be true to me. I have already been doing what I need to be doing, I just need to stop worrying about it. There is no real right or wrong. I don't need to worry about whether or not it is 'normal'." "Yup. I am glad I could help, you're a great person and it wound suck for you to be so needlessly hard on yourself." "Yea. My problems aren't really problems in the first place, I just get in my own head about it. I don't talk much to other people so the only person I usually bounce my thoughts off of is myself... which creates a hazardous feedback loop." "Well you have me and Nelly, and your family. Maybe that is the next step you take- expanding your friend's list." "Mmmmm- we'll see about that one." The floor vibrated subtly with the footsteps of a demi-human walking past them, smiling at them and pausing. "More beautiful creatures among the bland humans. You two coming or going?" The woman is as tall as Avalyn but probably weighs four times as much. She is dressed in only a white cloth tied around her chest to hold her breasts together and conceal enough of them to be in public. She wore a long white half-skirt tied to her hip by a long beaded chain wrapped several times around her hip that clacks together when she moves. Her legs are very thick and her feet have no visible definition against them- her legs have a stumped end with the only visible part of her toes being her massive blocky nails around the outside of the stump! She has a large but firm belly and meaty love handles. Her breasts look bigger than Avalyn's, so around a K cup or greater, since Avalyn was not entirely empty at the moment. Her arms are thick at the top but taper off and her hands have only two fingers and a thumb- each digit very girthy and tipped with a giant, blunt nail. Her neck is abnormally long and cone-shaped; the skin on it is so thick that it droops down, partially overlapping itself like armor plates. Her head is entirely that if a Rhinoceros; though the cranium is the same size as a human head, so her head is only larger than a human's because of her muzzle and horns. She has no hair or eyebrows but her eyelashes are long and thick. Her skin is a very soft, pale grey but has randomly placed, dark grey spots. An anthro rhino! Very heavy, but still quite beautiful. Quinn spoke up after a moment, realizing he had taken an awkwardly long pause to look at who he was speaking to. "O-oh, uh, coming. Just arrived." "Aww, so you two looking to become human then?" Avalyn nodded. "Yea. Why, did you used to be human?" She nodded, lifting her arms and doing a bit of a twirl. "Brand new body. Have to stick around to get my name legally changed too... it is currently Rosco." So not only a body change- a gender change too, she was a man a short while ago. Luckily Nelly was too distracted jamming out to the tunes on the radio to notice how long her friends were taking in the hotel. Rosco talked to them a bit; clearly excited about showing off her new body and enjoying life in a whole new light. Quinn and Avalyn warned her about the troubles they encountered coming here and just with life in general. Being demi-human was not easy, by transforming herself; Rosco has put herself into the crosshairs of a slew of troubles. On the other hand, now everything was different for her. Her entire body is different and that is the body she lives in- so nothing she does is going to feel completely the same as it did before. So even though it's the same old world she has been living in- she can now live it in an entirely new way. Every experience is a new one now, even if she just returns to her old schedules. She was also gay as a male, and had constantly been struggling to find a 'cure' for her masculine body even though her boyfriend loved her in any form. But now he can love her in a body SHE is comfortable with too. Like Timothy back in their home town; some people just don't care what the rest of the world thinks about them. They are comfortable in a demi-human body, so that is the form they choose in spite of all the discrimination and sideways glances they may get as a result. People get picked on sometimes for their skin color even if they are completely human. Sometimes it is gender. Sometimes it is just the people you spend your time with or the place you were born in. The people who discriminate are just shitty people- it doesn't matter who or what you are, they will find a reason to be assholes regardless. Everyone has the potential to be outcast somewhere, by someone, so it that really a reason to not be a demi-human? If someone made fun of you for being short, would you get surgery to stretch yourself taller, or would just you just flip them the bird and continue on your merry way? If someone has a problem with who you are- it's their problem, not yours. When Rosco left, they returned to Nelly and headed out to the beach- the one place they all already knew about and wanted to see at least once while they are here. Quinn went dressed in only his new shorts- even taking out his many piercings for the first time in a long while. Nelly looked like she is wearing a bikini but she is actually wearing skin tight shorts and no top at all! She is completely topless, and just using an illusion to look like her breasts are covered! Avalyn has a black and white cow-splotch pattern bikini on, but tied a white shirt around her bust as a little extra cover just in case- since her bust size fluctuates perpetually. Nelly transformed her hands into mole claws and was making a massive pit while Nelly and Quinn slowly shaped the sand she was upheaving into a sand castle. The sand at the beach is here is very fine grain, feeling silky smooth on your body. Avalyn had the foresight to pack a beach umbrella and Nelly had beach towels she had been using as blankets when she slept in the car. Avalyn sighed happily, looking across the growing castle to Quinn. "First time I saw you with no piercings. I have thought about getting piercings too, but... eh." He cocked an eyebrow. "Afraid of the pain?" "N-no. My body changes, remember?" He thought for a moment what that had to do with anything, then nodded in sudden understanding. "Oooh- you can't have piercings in your ears when your ears change shape. I take my chain out when I go wolf because if I didn't; it would tear itself out. But your transformation is slow and kind of constant... you're always changing, a little bit." She nodded but also blushed, looking a bit bashful, speaking with a lowered voice. "A-and the piercing I wanted to get most would be nipple." "Oh." Now he blushed too. "But it would interrupt the milk flow, and my teats REALLY change shape, often. It would never be able to work." "Isn't that a myth? That you can't lactate with nipple piercings?" "Well no, the milk can still get out just fine- but with a clear hole through it; it would flow out differently, and when my nipples become more teat-like, it would cause me to lactate heavier, sideways." She motioned to him with a nod. "This is the first time I seen you in regular men's clothing too, it is almost unusual seeing you in it. Ah- n-not that it doesn't look good!" He smiled timidly. "Yea, and it feels fine in this scenario. I guess I am like you in that sense... I just sort of flip flop between two contradicting styles. I have nightmares about it pretty frequently too." Nelly popped her head out of her massive hole. "Yea- he dreams his wolf half is insulting him about his style choices. Because he views his wolf half as, like... the masculine side of himself." Quinn nodded. "Well, that will all change soon enough. I am done wearing women's clothing." Both women looked at him in surprise. "And I am not wearing men's clothing, either. Been thinking about this for a long time, but seeing Nelly's struggles to come out of her shell of illusions and Avalyn struggling to figure herself out and what she wants- I finally came up with the answer. Clothing can be a form of expression, or even a form of art, but it is never your identity. The clothes don't make the man; the man makes the clothing. Women's clothing can be hard to find a fit, and can be too feminine. Men's clothing is too stiff and boring. I have a sewing kit- heck I even brought it with me on this trip just in case. I have been modifying clothes to fit for ages, there is nothing stopping me from just making my own! I don't need to find my perfect fit to be myself. I have always been myself." He pointed to Nelly. "What do you like best about me?" "U-uh, your confidence! When we first started dating- your paper bag incident. You shrugged off a really embarrassing moment without losing momentum. And you were never afraid to wear what you wanted, even if it made everyone else question you." Quinn raised his hands. "Exactly! I am a complete idiot. I fuck up so often, even I lost count. But I never once in my life let that stop me. I learn. I fuck up, I learn, I continue a little smarter and stronger than I was before. THAT is who I am. Not the clothes. I already had the answer, I was just too distracted to see it." Quinn revealed he even had plans to try and open an online shop to see if anyone else shared his fashion sense once he gets home again and starts making his custom fit. Loose and flowing like women's clothing, but with a gender-neutral look, and the utility of men's clothing. Even Quinn had no idea what the final look will end up being, but it didn't matter. He could experiment and find his way there. What matters is that he found himself somewhere along the long road to Atallia City, and like Avalyn now; he is confident in himself. They were both so worried about how to fit into roles or titles that other people made. But they were always themselves- the only people they ever needed to be. They don't need anyone else to be able to identify them- THEY tell others who they are. Quinn is Quinn, Avalyn is Avalyn, and that is all they are. There is no one else who can fill their roles. After their trip to the beach, Nelly got them to drop her back at the hotel. Apparently sleeping in the trunk was not nearly as comfortable as on the back seat, and she wanted to rest a while. Quinn and Avalyn treated themselves to a feast of a lunch to make up for several missed meals now. Now that exactly half their journey was over they could better budget out the return trip's funds to know exactly how much they can afford to drop at each stop without worrying about running completely out before they are home. Quinn's father put exactly as much on the card as they would need, but that was assuming everything went to plan. Staying at a luxury hotel was not part of the plan, nor was being able to stay at an inn for free, so planning things out has been a little tricky. Nelly paced back and forth at the window of their hotel room. The fluffy white clouds took on strange shapes around Atallia and wove themselves through the city above between the islands and back out. The heavily controlled flow of mana from the city up to the Cloister Of Stars not only holds the islands afloat but also directs the cloud coverage so no matter what- Atallia is never completely overcast. It rains around the city but never IN the city. So when the clouds hit the mana flow, it causes them to condense, spiral and then get drawn between the islands in narrow pathways and re-directed back out of the city. Their hotel room is on the 22nd floor, so her view of the city is very nice- there is still almost as much city above her as below though. Nelly knew she was running out of time. She needed to show Quinn her true form before they make their wish, or the gesture will lose all value. He loves her, it isn't like seeing her is going to drive him off. Avalyn already knows what she looks like and she could not even use her true form when she had sex with Av the other night! There is no reason to hide, and she knows that, so then WHY? She smiled a bit when her phone pinged her as Avalyn sent her a photo of her and Quinn's lunch. She flopped over on the bed and opened up the playlist of her mother's streams. Her mother was so optimistic about everything in her streams, but even Silver Lining had her dark moments. Tulia originally went by 'Bronze Lining', a name made to poke fun of the user name she would eventually settle on. She thought of herself as second or third place. Not a bad person, but never anyone's first choice. But she still powered through and once she had Richard at her side, she found her radiant optimism. She stormed through the darkness and found her light on the other side. Nelly wondered what she would do. Tulia had almost the same form Nelly does, for a while anyway. She never had the option to wish herself back, but what if she did? Would she? Or would she just find a way to make it work. According to Richard; Tulia only used her power to hide to go get them resources without risk of being hurt. If she encountered a predatory creature, she just took the same shape it had so it would not attack. Her illusions were not used to fit in- she did not burry herself under layers of deception. Her thumb scrolled through the playlist of all her old streams and paused at the end and her heart tightened. The final video was never opened. The one even Nelly has never seen. Nelly accidentally brushed her thumb over the icon and played the video- quickly tapping the screen to pause it. Her chest tightened so much it almost hurt, but after several long moments she unpaused the video, and let it go. There was no gameplay in this stream- it is only forty minutes long. She answered questions about how she was streaming less frequently since the Second Wish and what was happening on her end. By this video she was VERY noticeably pregnant. Not only were her breasts larger and heavier- her stomach was huge. She talked briefly about encounters she had during the Second Wish, in all the chaos and death created by it. In this final video; demi-humans had been discovered. They were starting to be born into the world, unintentionally bringing a reminder to everyone the apocalypse they try so hard to forget. Tulia had an ultrasound done on her... she knew her own daughter was not human as well. But as usual... Tulia did not look at that side of things. She viewed it as an opportunity. A wish could be made to turn them back, but as long as they are demi-human they will be born beautiful in a totally unique way. Not a reminder of the destruction of the world but... the exact opposite. Babies are not born to death, they are not raised by chaos. They are spawned from love. In all the havoc and destruction- faced with their utter annihilation people still found one another. People still experienced love and pleasure with one another in even the world's darkest hour. These children were conceived DURING the Second Wish; they are a testament to human resilience. They are a living sign that the night is darkest just before the dawn. Love blossomed in the harshest climates and survived even through its reversal. The Second Wish ultimately took back the destruction and chaos- but even it did not revoke the bonds and love that came from it. The demi-humans are not a reminder of the destruction- they are the love that transcended it. "I am going to be having my own very unique daughter soon, so... this will be the last time any of you hear from me in a long while, chat. Oooh, I know. Oh gosh, I don't think I have seen that many crying emoji in one place, my chat window is raining, heh." She gently rubbed her large belly. "I hope she enjoys her body. With the carnage aspect removed from the situation, there is no reason not to enjoy whatever strange powers she ends up getting as a result. Maybe I will let her show you on a future stream~ hehe. Oh gosh... just had a weird thought. All these VODs are going to be sitting there, and she can access them too. Eh, I guess it is a modern equivalent of passing down a journal to your kid, right?" She pointed directly at the camera. "So you all stop posting those embarrassing compilations. Sure it is real easy to take stills of someone when they are reacting and make them look like a crazy person!" She blushed. "And all those times I was jumpscared and fell completely over- till I got this new chair. Gamer chairs really are just, terrible for gamers. It is so mind-blowing. Get yourself a mesh-backed office chair, my dude. So much better and cheaper." She stood up a bit awkwardly because of her gravid belly, placed a hand on her mouse ready to turn the stream off one final time. "This isn't goodbye, it is just see you later. And listen all... you too, my beautiful future daughter." Nelly's eyes stung with tears, and she had to squint to see through them. "Stay optimistic when I am gone, okay? I know you can do it. If I can do it, so can you~! The world is a beautiful place no matter what form it takes, and you are all beautiful no matter what form you take." She pointed at the camera again. "I love the shape of you." Tulia ended the stream. The screen went black before blinking off and returning to the playlist. That was it. The end. Nelly watched every single one of them... there were nothing left of her mother now. But she still wished she had watched that final video sooner. Tulia was practically talking directly to Nelly through it, like a final will and testament. Quinn and Avalyn got back to the room and Nelly immediately collapsed into Quinn's arms before he could even step fully through the door! She was crying into his shirt! "W-woah, what's wrong?! Are you okay, what happened?!" "N-noooo, I'm not okay." She started sobbing loudly into his chest. Avalyn walked around and gently pulled her away so they could actually try to talk to her. "Nel, what happened? Talk to us." Her chest was heaving from sudden gasps of breath between her sobs as she shook her head. "You're gunna hate me... fuck. You're going to be so mad... I fucked up, I fucked up so bad." "Well you didn't blow the car up, because we just got out of it." Quinn took her by the shoulders and backed her up to sit onto the edge of the bed and then flopped down beside her, and Avalyn took the other side. "I fuck up all the time- people get over it, trust me. What happened?" "I don't... I can't wish to be human." Quinn and Avalyn were silent for several moments, exchanging glances before looking back to Nelly. "You had a change of heart?" She nodded, pointing to her phone for a few moments before she settled her crying enough to talk properly. "I watched my mother's final stream. She wanted me to be happy the way I am, and... and she thought the demi-humans were great, and symbols of the resilience of love! And... and I don't hate being me. I hate what I did with my powers... because I used them to hide me. But I don't hate me. Like at that gas station! I can save people! I can climb walls, I can transform to please whoever, I can hide when I don't want to be seen and be seen louder than anyone else when I want to be heard! Demi-humans get hated on and have a lot of problems... but because I can shapeshift; none of those problems actually affected me. If I think of reasons I wanted to turn human specifically, it was to fix a problem I created for myself... and that turning human would not have properly solved. So I personally don't actually have any good reason to turn human. And... I don't want to throw away the body my mother died to give me." Tulia had no way of knowing what would happen in the end, but she could have turned Nelly human herself. She could have come to Atallia and wished her daughter human while she was still in the womb. She chose to birth a demi-human, to leave Nelly's fate in Nelly's own hands. She died from birthing complications because it was not a human coming out of her. She literally died to give Nelly control of her own fate. Nelly looked at Quinn and Avalyn who were oddly quiet all of a sudden. Avalyn had a look on her face that immediately told Nelly she was hiding something. "Av... what is it?" "N-nothing. I was just thinking- spaced out." "Thinking about..?" "Turning human. I... dunno. The closer we got to Atallia the more nervous I got about it. I don't go out in public much y'know? So I don't really get made fun of. Sure my figure might attract some perverts, but, is having to avoid them worth taking away my own pleasure? This body is wild and embarrassing... but it also feels good, and is kind of amazing too. Wishing myself human when I am already so human by default kind of seems like a waste." She shook her head. "I didn't want to bring up my uncertainty before, because y'know, you two put up with me on this long journey. The further we went the ruder it seemed to bring up." She looked startled a moment when she realized what that must sound like. "Eh, but if you don't want to turn human- you shouldn't! Don't do anything you don't want to. Especially when it comes to your own body!" "You can't tell ME that and then do the exact opposite for yourself!" Quinn spoke up, resting his chin in his palm and elbow on his knee. "Well... allow me to throw another wrench into the works- I don't really feel like becoming human, either." "R...really?" "All of my problems have been with me trying to fit in, trying to force friendships instead of letting it just happen naturally. Isn't... isn't that exactly what turning myself human is doing, too? I am changing my body permanently, to fit someone else's taste better. If I am going to make friends, I want them to like me for being me, not for being human. There are people here who deliberately became demi-human because they hated being human! Grass is always greener, I suppose." Avalyn laughed weakly. "Well. This certainly creates a bit of a problem. All three of us are here and none of us want to be." Nelly tilted her head. "Well... I wouldn't say that. We all had a ton of fun coming here. I got a little sad when we pulled into the city because I didn't really want it to end. But... the original reason we came here was to make a wish to Astrelle, and now none of us want to do it... so what do we do??" Quinn shrugged. "We don't. Same plan, minus the wish. We have a spot in queue, so we might as well wish for something, but, just not to change our bodies. If we change our bodies, it HAS to be because we want to, not for anyone else." "But your dad's money..." Quinn scoffed. "Oh fuck him. I will work and pay him off myself. Shit happens... we learned stuff about ourselves on this trip and we had to change plans. Simple as that. We didn't make this trip for nothing. We had a ton of fun, we struggled, we partied... we found ourselves. It is just that the 'self' we found, isn't human." The rest of the afternoon the three of them remained inside, bouncing on the springy beds and watching television- there are a ton of stations available here they cannot get back home. They even decided that they would take the long-way on the return trip, going around the scablands instead of through it again. They were in no rush to get home. As time went on, Avalyn expanded again, having to move to the foot of the bed, closer to the TV so she could let her tits flop off the end of the bed and not be squished under her. Eventually she had to sit up because a drop of milk fell through her shirt, indicating she was getting too full to contain herself. [center][b][color=hotpink]-N&A&Q-[/b][/center][/color] Nelly grabbed her shoulder before she could get off the bed to go to the bathroom. "Mmm, where you taking that milkshake? Nelly thirsty~" Avalyn blushed. "Not in front of Quinn!" Quinn looked over at them and shrugged. "I don't mind- not like I haven't already seen it before." "W-well yea, but it might make you... uh... n-never... mind." Her blush deepened even more. Nelly got a sly smile. "Maybe he wants to join in~?" Quinn raised a brow. "Huh? Helping milk Avalyn?" Nelly lowered her brows. "Sex, dummy." He sat up to say something but she cut him off before he could. "Think about it, we are all comfortable with ourselves now, right? That is BIG. I mean it might sound like a small thing but it's not. We came a long way and we achieved something great here. Why not have a romp as celebration? All three of us." Quinn glanced at Avalyn. "What do you think? I know you are shy... don't let us pressure you into anything you aren't comfortable with." Avalyn softly shook her head. "N-no, I trust both of you. I mean... we kind of already did it already... just not with all three of us at once." Avalyn slowly took her shirt off so she would not accidentally express milk. Her breasts are already so large that when she pulls her shirt off they flop down low enough on her torso to cover her belly! Without the shirt to compress them you could easily see their sides from BEHIND her. Her nipples are as wide as shot glasses and a little bit longer than that- but her other bovine traits were not manifesting yet. She got up and went to walk over to Quinn's bed but Nelly hooked a finger on her shorts from behind and yanked them down as she moved. Nelly only had to slip her shorts off- her top was just an illusion anyway. Nelly stood up but seemed to freeze up a moment in thought before approaching the other bed. She let Avalyn go first. Avalyn plopped down beside Quinn. Avalyn grabbed his shorts and he pulled up out of them to get into a sitting position. He went to look at Nelly but she had vanished. She was using illusions to disappear entirely- so he scanned the room trying to spot the slight differences. She was on the wall however- behind him. She crawled along the wall and down the headboard of the bed, plopping down on the pillow directly behind him and before he could move she put her hands over his eyes from behind. "Gotacha!" "You little gremlin..." "Sooo, what will it be this time? Cheetah girl? Oooh, chubby tanuki woman?" He chuckled. "How about... mmm, I dunno, YOU?" "Okay." The flat tone of her voice when she replied immediately froze his heart. Wait... what? He heard Avalyn gasp and as Nelly slowly took her hands off his face he could see the shocked look on Avalyn; frozen in place, not knowing how to react or what to say. Quinn slowly turned and Nelly just looked at the bed, lowering her head a bit in embarrassment. She didn't have an illusion this time. She isn't transformed as anything. Her eyes are bright pink with pupils shaped like vertical slits, and as usual she has constellations of freckles dusted across her forearms, the tops of her breasts, and from one cheek to the other across her nose that start to glow a diffused red in embarrassment. Her skin is now quite pale pink, and her hair, eyebrows, and even her eyelashes are bizarrely stark white! Because white contains every other color. Her hair is straight and hangs to the bottoms of her breasts- and can easily hide them. Her actual unmodified chest only has A cup breasts- shallow hills of soft flesh that are almost unnoticeable when she lays down. Her nipples are aggressive and stand in attention often- they are pastel pink with small, solid edged areola and are a perfect cylinder shape. Her entire body is bordered with tiny round scales that do not project far out- making them feel like subtle smooth bumps of skin more than actual scales. They are white but can shine both teal and magenta depending on how the light reflects off them- they are pearlescent! Nelly's hands and feet look mostly human with one unusual exception- her thumb and pinky finger on her hands and her largest and smallest toes are almost twice the size of her other digits- of equal size to one another, and tipped with a claw, while her other digits have regular human nails. In front of either temple, jutting straight forward is a fair sized horn- about seven or eight inches long, narrow and curve very slightly upward. Her nose is a bit wide for her face, only so that it can host a third horn right on its end. Nelly has a giant tail compared to the size of her body. It is easily twice the length of her entire body from toe to hair, but is almost always kept rolled up in a giant spiral behind her to keep it out of the way. Her scales only cover her back, sides, outer arms, her outer legs, and the edges of her face- trailing down her forehead onto the bridge of her nose, and her entire tail. Everywhere else is normal human skin. Nelly is a three-horned Chameleon. That is why she can make herself look like anything she wants... disguising as other things is an inherent trait of the creature! She slithered around Quinn, deliberately uncurling her tail to rub against him. Her voice was extremely quiet. "Haven't felt this naked in a loooong time." She cupped the still stunned Avalyn's breasts, pinching the teats between her index and middle fingers and then shoved her forward down onto the end of the bed before climbing up over her. Her tail slithered around Quinn, rubbing the soft, smooth scales over him before the end ran off his chin, wiggling the tip at him to invite him forward before her tail rolled itself back up. Nelly raised her rump to him, presenting her plush little pussy to him, already blushing powder pink like her cheeks. Her anus is triangular in shape because one side of it is squashed against the base of her tail. Her default size was never a lie- Nelly is a petite woman, so REALLY tiny compared to Avalyn who is considerably above average size. Nelly rolled her hands on Avalyn's breasts, making her moan. She flicked the teats softly with her fingers, smiling at how the rubbery skin wobbles back and forth, barely able to contain the milk within. Quinn's feline member emerged fast and was already pulsing with an almost achingly hard erection from Nelly's true form. He took her hips and gently guided his cock to her rather petite pussy, making sure to go in slow. The barbs across the front of his dick tickled her labia on the way in, causing her clit to throb. Once he was fully in, she rocked her hips back against his to make sure he was hilted, and then uncurled her long tail, wrapping around his left shoulder, under his right arm, and around his midriff twice before running out of length! She held him tightly in the warm coils as he started to thrust back and forth now that he knew he could fit the entire thing without getting her to modify her size. She is a very tight fit. Once Quinn was working her up from behind, she let her hands slide down Avalyn's toned belly, smearing milk off her hands till she took Avalyn's thighs and parted her legs a bit more. She bent down, shaking her head once to clear the hair out of her face since her actual hair doesn't have bangs like her illusions usually do. Nelly then kissed Avalyn's pussy several times, till her clit engorged enough to peek out, and then he kissed the clit directly making Avalyn squirm. Smiling at her reaction, Nelly then opened her mouth a bit and her tongue came out, pressing against Avalyn's pussy, then into it, then deeper and deeper, and deeper still. Fully extended; Nelly's tongue is longer than her arms or legs are. She could wrap her own tongue around her head several times over! Waving up and down its length, Nelly dug deeper, tasting Avalyn's pussy before reaching the absolute bottom. Her tongue then doubled back- shoving even more of its length inside! She stretched Avalyn around her amorphous tongue, undulating it to make Avalyn squeal breathlessly, clutching the bed under her as she writhed. When Quinn started to thrust more aggressively into Nelly, he shoved her forward enough that the base of her nose-horn shoved against Avalyn's clit. Avalyn's breasts rolled up and down her torso- large enough to almost threaten to fall off her torso over her shoulders when they roll up, and her teats flop with their own rhythm entirely. Nelly isn't nearly big enough of an obstruction to interrupt Quinn's view of Avalyn's huge flopping tits while banging Nelly. Her moans started to sound like she was impersonating a cow's lows. It was her default sound when she let go of all other thoughts. Her own tail coiled around Nelly's right arm unconsciously just grasping for something. Nelly held her trembling thighs to hold both of them steady. Nelly's deft tongue could pet every inch of Avalyn's entire vaginal passage while the smooth surface of her horn rubbed the clit and her lips kissed the outer labia, so Nelly was able to bring Avalyn to several orgasms. Nelly knew all her weak spots by now. Quinn's dick brought Nelly to a small orgasm quickly being wrapped around him so tightly, but she was approaching a second by the time he went over the edge himself. He pulled almost completely out of her thinking he might be able to edge himself a bit longer, but when he realized he couldn't keep it in, he slammed fully back into her. Nelly rolled up Avalyn's crotch- luckily she has the foresight to bend her head down so the tip of her horns don't roll forward enough to puncture Avalyn. She cries out in pleasure around her own tongue- quickly rolling it back into her body out of Av. Nelly straightens her legs and then shoves back, knocking Quinn onto his butt and slamming her own butt down onto his lap because her tail is still tangled around him. Slamming down onto his spasming dick fired her sharply over into her second, more powerful orgasm. She cupped his furry clenching balls with one palm and shoved her clit down toward his shaft with her other and rode held till both orgasms completely tapered off. They all went to sleep quite satisfied that night, all on the same bed tangled together. After Nelly and Quinn helped suck Avalyn dry that is- or she would have overflowed the bed in her sleep. ----- [center][b][color=cornflowerblue]Chapter 6 : The Will Of Gods[/color][/b][/center] ----- The next day they all dressed in their best attire in preparation to see the Wishing Council. Quinn dressed in a thin, stretchy white turtle-neck sweater, with a long ruffled white skirt with deep royal purple hem and patterned trimming. A stark contrast to his usual outfit, matching his fur color instead of opposing it. He wore a gold spike stud in all of his piercing holes but no chains. Around his neck a simple chain with a small padlock hanging in the front like a pendant. Avalyn wore tight, flexible black pants and black leg warmers- allowing her entire legs to be covered by letting the leg warmers cover what the pant legs could not possibly reach. She wore several rings, including a gold ring with an amethyst thorn on her tail. Finger rings are not big enough to put on her tail- but thumb rings fit fine. Her top is a cream colored thin but flexible long sleeve, but it has a huge diamond cut out on the back and a small diamond cleavage window in the front. This means you can see her splotches through the back 'window', and her sweater puppies have breathing room no matter how big they swell while in the shirt. She also tied her long hair back into a ponytail, slightly to the side so she could hang it in front of her shoulder. Nelly defaulted to quickly trying on several illusory outfits, but Avalyn was quick to convince her to put on REAL clothes. At least for a little while- chill on the illusions entirely. Nelly packed tons of outfits, but she has never had to coordinate them with her REAL look before. She went with candy colors- white and pastel pink sneakers and teal knee-high socks, candy pink pleated skirt, sky blue t shirt. Her own colors are nearly all white so the only way to match it is with very pale colors- though she could also match it through contrast and go all black like Quinn usually does, but she doesn't own that much black stuff. She had to make a conscious effort to keep her tail a bit lower than usual- because it lifts her skirt in the back. Quinn promised to modify her some skirts with a tail-hole when they get back home. She is used to just transforming her hair to whatever she wants- but it's long enough that her ears can help hold it off her face for the most part. On the way there- since their sizes are such polar opposites; Nelly skittered up Avalyn's back and rode on her shoulders. Normally Nelly is over-confident, but in her true form and facing such an important moment in her life; she is very nervous today. Avalyn is always shy so in a high-traffic place like this she is especially sheepish. Nelly riding her let them both reassure one another. Avalyn held Quinn's wrist loosely with her tail to make sure he was never more than a step away from them too. There are two different teleportation runes for the Cloister Of Stars- public and celebrity. The name is partly thanks to it housing the Wishing Council who in turn speaks to Astrelle out in the cosmos, but also because this is a gathering hub for famous people. Nelly's mother once stepped into the Cloister Of Stars to arrange a collaboration with an up-and-coming pop band. The cloister did not exist before the Second Wish though, so Tulia was already slowing down on streaming by the time it existed, so she only ever visited it once. All the mana in the entire surrounding area is gathered up through here to help with their communication to Astrelle. The God Of Wishes can communicate with anyone regardless of distance with no effort at all, but it takes some exceptionally powerful magic on the behalf of humans to be able to contact her. Astrelle's body is so colossal that she cannot even approach our solar system, or it would kill us all. Astrelle is not even inside of the Milky Way. She is so large that coming even remotely close to our system would yank all of the planets out of their orbit and toward her own body unintentionally. The shooting stars she empowered with wishes before were chunks of dead planets she broke off and flicked into space, like a child plucks petals off of a flower. Astrelle was born outside of our universe- between two different universes in the void where nothing is supposed to exist. If enough paradoxal energy leeches into the void, it can coalesce into a God. Ironically in the void where they are born- they have no powers whatsoever. But only nothing can exist in the void, so as soon as that 'nothing' becomes 'something' it is rejected into one universe or the other. Thanks to conservation of mass however- their existence inside of a universe they do not belong to causes the forces of balance to react to them... and that is what fuels their power. That is why the power of the Gods knows no limit- it isn't really a power at all, it is a reaction to them existing where they should not. So their 'power' lasts as long as they continue to exist. There is no place where they actually belong- they are orphans of fractured timelines and universe that no longer are. There is a lot of security at the city center- especially because it is also effectively city hall on ground level- so the mayor of Atallia works in the base of the structure, where the runic arrays are. In a world that knows magic- there is no need of pat-downs or metal detectors. You stand before the guards and with arcane eyes they see everything you have on you at a glance and know if your intentions are ill or not, and judge you worthy to proceed. Of course- only one person can stand before the council at a time, so even if the three of them are together; they can only enter one at a time. There is a large waiting room larger than small aircraft carrier hangers, made entirely of crystal where they can wait for each other. There are no lights inside of the waiting room itself, but because it's entirely made of crystal both the light from the inner rooms and the sunlight from outside filter into it and reflect through the crystal walls to paint the room in glowing rainbow. The Wishing Council is made up of 14 members- seven men and seven women. They are arranged around the chamber in a circle behind a continuous countertop- the runic array to teleport people in and out is in the very center. The Cloister Of Stars is so high off the ground that there can be no windows in it- instead thick crystal veins in the walls below, and the entire Wishing Council chamber is made of crystal, allowing you to see the glowing surface of the earth far below and the twinkling stars above, regardless of the time of day. Avalyn stood before the council first. She was too shy to speak up so there was an awkwardly long pause before one of the council members motioned for her to speak. "O-oh. Uh... well, originally I had come here to wish myself human again... but I realized that was not what I really wanted. I know you cannot allow for a lot of common desires because it would disrupt the world as a whole. Whatever I wish for can only affect myself, correct?" One of the elder men nodded. "That is correct for the most part. Wishes that could even effect many people as a potential, is still too dangerous to allow because it can cause a cascading effect." Another council member spoke up. "Yes, and to allow a cascade effect is to allow control to slip away, however momentary. One well-intentioned wish already nearly ended our entire world... we cannot wish carelessly ever again. Astrelle's power has no limitations- so our wishes must be the limit." "Th-then I will keep this small and simple. I just wish for some jewelry, just, simple earrings and... nmnn.." Her voice lowered too far for any of them to hear her. "Uhm, could you speak up ma'am?" "...nipple rings." She pointed to her elven ears. "My body transforms itself at a slow and constant rate, so I cannot wear normal jewelry. Which means it would need to have ethereal properties- it needs to look like a piercing without actually piercing me, and it needs to be able to change its proportions to match my own." The Wishing Council did not even need to hold a vote- they simply looked across to one another and nodded, before approving the wish. The radiant golden light that hovers at the top of the tear-drop shaped chamber is actually the active communication node to Astrelle. Astrelle does not know any human languages, so she does not rely on what you say to her- she can hear your thoughts directly. Of course, most people also think in the languages they know- so wording absolutely can still mess a wish up. Avalyn gasped as she was startled by a tingling feeling of the jewelry materializing already ON her body! Under her shirt the outline of large rounded rectangular metal links appeared on her teats. Three bronze studs appeared near the base of each ear. They act like a normal piercing but when she pulls it out- the hole it's in also disappears. This means she can change where the piercing is- she can put one on her nose and it will adhere to her if she wants. Quinn seen them next. "I have thought about this for some time... I know it is one wish per person only. I originally came here to wish myself human... but the trip here made me realize that was not really what I wanted. Instead- I simply wish to build on what I already have. I wish I had human hair. Er... specifically on my head. S-see how I sort of have eyebrows? I want black hair to match that- which means when I turn into my wolf form which is black, my hair would then turn white, because my eyebrows do too." Again, not a wish they had to deliberate on, it was granted right away. His hair is quite soft- only slightly firmer than his fur. It grew in at a perfectly even length down low enough to touch his collar bone. Now that he has it, he can choose to let it grow longer or cut it however he wants, it is part of his body now so it will grow and react like normal human hair does. Quinn swung his head around, chuckling at the feeling of hair swinging about his head now. This will help him capture his long, flowing style he wants to start building up. An unforeseen perk he would not realize he has with his hair yet is that it reacts separately to both forms. The hair in his wolf form is separate from his cat hair- so he can cut his hair in two different styles and swapping forms will also swap the cut. Last was Nelly, the most nervous of them all. Her mind raced as fast as her heart, trying to scan her desires for a wish worthy of the long road they travelled, but her mind kept going back to one thought. Nelly appeared before the Wishing Council and took a slight bow, looking a bit like a reprimanded child before them. "I... I am sorry. I was well prepared to wish myself human on my way here but-" "Your journey here changed your mind? We have been seeing a theme with these last few wishes. Go on." "I... it's really embarrassing but I don't... really have a backup wish. I mean, there are lots of things I could wish for but... there is also a lot of wishes that are off limits, like money and stuff, right?" One of the women spoke up. "Yes. While we do not openly encourage it- it is also possible to revise a wish as well. You are limited to one wish only, but altering an existing wish is not making a new wish. The only limitation there is you cannot recall your wish and make an entirely different one- the two wishes would have to be in some way connected. If you changed your appearance for instance- you can change your appearance again. But you could not change your appearance and then try to wish someone healthy later on- the wishes are not related to one another." Nelly smirked and stole the council woman's exact appearance for a split second. "I don't think I need to change my appearance with a wish- can kinda already do that whenever I want. I have one wish I really... really want. But I am almost positive you won't grant it." She took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. "I wish my mother was alive again. Silver Lining- the famous game streamer." An old man shook his head. "Absolutely not." Another nodded to him then to Nelly. "Reversal of death is extremely disruptive, and cannot be allowed." The woman who spoke up before hummed in thought though. "But it is just one woman. She was a famed streamer, no? She affected many people in a positive light when she was alive, would her revival not be more beneficial than harmful?" Another woman shook her head with a furrowed brow. "And widely seen! Then what do you tell to the several million people who come here after her, also looking to revive a family member? We weigh wishes, not lives, it is neither our place nor anyone else's to judge whether someone is worthy to be dead or alive." One of the younger men on the council shook his head, leaning back in his chair. "Conservation of mass- ever heard of it? Physical mass can be broken down into energy but you can neither create nor destroy energy. So if she died, where is she now? You can't destroy the mass that made up her body, you can only break it down into energy. Energy that is no doubt circulating in the ecosystem again. To revive her you would need to rip that energy back out of the ecosystem, potentially killing several other beings who had already recycled said energy into their bodies." The man beside him looked at him with a mix of confusion and loathing. "We are asking this of a God who CAN create matter from nothing, remember?" "Can and should are two very different concepts, my friend." The woman on his other side chimed in. "He is right- because of the universal conservation of mass, creating new matter would be a paradox... the same energy that created Astrelle herself." The old woman across from her leaned forward. "The amount of energy required to rebuild a human, compared to the amount of energy required to create Astrelle is like comparing a skin cell to the sun." "And it all adds up. Once it is there it cannot be taken back." The council bickered with one another, but the overall vote was still easily counted. Of the 14 members in the Wishing Council, 3 voted for Nelly, 3 remained undecided, the remaining 8 voted firmly against. They asked if she had anything at all that she wanted besides that- it seemed a shame to come all this way and stand before the council and leave with absolutely nothing, but Nelly very sadly claimed there was nothing else, and thanked them for their time. Nelly was very somber when she emerged again to see her friends, but said she would be fine, and did not really want to talk about it. She did not really have a wish for them, and felt silly for wasting their time, but it was okay. The three of them ended up staying not only the rest of the day in Atallia City but also the entire next day as well! They found a circular road around a small park where ALL of the buildings around the circle were spray painted with murals of all the demi-humans who came to Atallia to wish themselves human. Though no names given so it's anyone's guess who they are now- their original forms are immortalized in the street of murals. The three of them counted themselves lucky that their own faces did not end up here. Lydia- the woman who ended the Second Wish was stuck in a broken elevator for over a day when the event originally happened, and apparently there is a theme park ride based on the elevator breaking, so they all rode on that! They met up with all sorts of other demi-humans both coming to modify themselves and leaving as newly created demis, and even got the contact info from a few of them to stay in touch when they return home. They had a lot of fun and covered quite a bit of ground in the giant city, making a lot of good memories. Originally Nelly had just planned to take a before and after picture of them, but now that they were staying demi-human; she was taking lots of pictures with her phone to remember these moments! A magic movie theatre with three-dimensional holographic screen! A Second Wish based theme park! Lots of sight-seeing! Avalyn ended up getting vertigo when they walked the balconies on the edge of one of the floating islands- Nelly ended up wrapping her tail around her hips afraid she was going to stagger over the railing. They even looked forward to the trip back! They were half longing to see their family again and tell them what happened... and also half afraid of the reaction of their families when they walk back through the door still demi-human. They took the long way around the scablands, passing by a huge forest that frames the side of it. It was quite a contrast of scenery- one one side flatland giving in to craggy broken dry land, and on the other side of the road a wall of trees so dense that the forest floor is perpetually dark because almost no light can get through the canopy of leaves. Tree trunks so wide you'd need seven people to link arms to make it all the way around the base of the tree, caked in moss and mushrooms trying to leech off its nutrients but still too small in comparison to actually harm the tree. The fun they had leaving home came as a gradual realization, taking them a bit by surprise. On the way back they had newfound confidence in themselves and fully enjoyed themselves at every turn. The sideways glances were ignored. Avalyn returned home with a timid look on her face. Amanda looked horrified at first and ran out thinking something had gone wrong and her wish had somehow been denied. Jim on the other hand smiled brightly like this is what he had hoped for all along. Amanda did not quite understand why Avalyn would want to stay part cow, but was happy to have her back, and happy that Avalyn was happy with who she is regardless. Jim was proud of her for sticking true to who she is. And getting his car back without a scratch on it. That is a long ass drive and she handled it like a pro! Quinn returned home to her mother looking quite pleased but also staying rather quiet, letting his father talk to him first. His father Andis looked his son up and down, shaking his head at him still wearing women's clothes and still human, after all that. "So remind me again- what did I give you that money for? You went there, didn'tcha?" "Yea. Decided I don't want to be human. I am planning to start making my own outfits, maybe opening an online shop to sell them, so I can pay you back." Andis shook his head. "Flip floppin' again?" "No. Decided to stop listening to what others think. This is me now, and I live on my terms only." His father huffed, surprising Quinn by offering his hand to be shaken. "Then put 'er here, and make it a deal." "H-huh?" Turns out his father wasn't disappointed in his style choice in the first place- he was disappointed in how he wore it. His lack of confidence, him flip-flopping around, and getting into trouble to fit in and follow someone else. But Quinn returned a different man than he left. He returned with confidence, declaring who he was instead of asking himself what he is. That is something his father can respect. He will support his son in whatever he wants to do- but only if he is sure he wants to do it. Nelly returned home to see her father waiting outside for her- where Tulia used to wait for him as always. He stood at the door and got her to pass her luggage to him so he could put them inside. She smiled weakly. "Well... I didn't wish for anything after all. It wasn't for nothing though! We had SO much fun, and I have so many pictures!" Richard smiled. "And you are in your real body for once." She blushed. "Y-yea, that too. I guess I relied too heavily on my powers and sort of lost myself under all the layers. I love my powers and I think I can do a lot of good with them, but, they shouldn't be used to hide or alter who people think I am." "Yea..." He was still smiling but almost looked like he was going to cry at the same time. He held his hand on her shoulder, preventing her from going inside the house. "W-what's wrong?" He just shook his head. "Nothing, sweetie. Nothing in the world is wrong." He hugged her tightly, confusing her for a moment. Till she seen who was standing behind him in the doorway. ----- The council settled back down after Nelly left. "It is never easy to deny a wish..." The council woman pressed the rune that would summon the next wisher, but it did not activate. She pressed it again with a furrowed brow... the teleportation rune wasn't working, but glancing over the counter she can see it is still charged and active- an outside force is blocking it. Astrelle slammed into the center of the room in a human avatar, formed from the globe of golden light that had been at the top of the chamber. Its skin black as tar marred with thousands of cracks letting out an almost blindingly radiant light as the fragments of its outer shell undulate- barely able to contain even a crumb of her overall power. "YOU HAVE BEEN OVERRULED." Her eyes seethed with power as she looked into the hearts of five million people. All tethered loosely to Nelly... all the fans of Tulia. So many people desired for Tulia to return. Astrelle's power exists solely to fulfill the desires of others- she is incapable of granting her own wishes. She searched five million hearts and minds in the blink of an eye and heard the same wish resonate across the entire globe, longing to be granted. But most of all, she seen an extremely important fact the council had clumsily overlooked. "TULIA GARDITH DIED OF COMPLICATIONS GIVING BIRTH, COMPLICATIONS RESULTING FROM HER DAUGHTER BEING A DEMI-HUMAN. DEMI-HUMANS EXIST AS A RESULT OF THE SECOND WISH- A WISH THAT HAS ALREADY BEEN REVOKED! YOU WILL NOT DENY HER WISH, I WILL NOT ALLOW IT." The energy within the human avatar exploded outward, phasing through the council and its walls, exploding outward across the land while the shell of the avatar was reduced to vapor by it, leaving the council stunned silent. They can govern who makes what wish, but they cannot tell Astrelle what to do. She is a God, and large enough in size alone to simply crush their entire planet into dust if they somehow anger her. ----- Tulia smiled timidly at the daughter she hasn't seen since she was only eight days old and opened her arms for a hug. "Welcome home, sweetie." Nelly immediately started bawling and lunged into her mother's arms with so much force she almost tackled her to the ground. Tulia was so tempted to open her stream again and blow people's minds- but made sure to hold off till she seen her daughter first. If anyone seen Tulia's return first, it needed to be Nelly. Tulia had unknowingly helped Nelly make that journey to Atallia. Helped her in all of her dark moments, when she felt alone. It was Tulia's recorded words, etched into the chaos of the internet, unknowingly planted for her daughter to find, even after Tulia herself could not reach her. Now Nelly had her flesh and blood mother back. She had friends she would trust with her life, she had photos and memories of a great adventure, a beautiful early summer, and a confidence in herself. Nelly, Quinn, and Avalyn all gained so much from their long trip, even if none of it was what they were expecting. It wasn't about being demi-human, or being human. The best form for you to take is always going to be [color=cadetblue]the shape of you[/color].
The Machine 5: Perks of the Job Becky’s fingers flew across the keyboard, typing up the billing invoice, and double checked to make sure all the appropriate codes were entered into the system for the upcoming procedure. She enjoyed reading these anyway. It made her all warm and tingly knowing that she could watch people around town and be the only one who might know about some very kinky work they’d had done. It made the job more than worth it. She looked up as the doorbell chimed. This was a woman, nice long brown hair, slender, and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses. “Yes, hi, I have an appointment for 9:30.” Becky quickly got her name and date of birth and reached down into the file drawer for the prepared packet, all while her other hand typed in the information to the system. “If you’d please sign these release forms and waivers, we’ll get you right back. Oh, and happy birthday!” “Thank you.” She glanced at the slender stack of papers that awaited her signature. “That’s it?” She asked, pushing her hair back behind her ears, gently biting her lip. “Yes, ma’am, you filled out all your preferences online, and the optical scanner tool does excellent body measurements.” “Oh.” She bent over the desk and began signing the documents. Becky nodded, the leaves that made up her hair rustling with the motion. “Alright ma’am, if you’ll have a seat, we’ll take you back shortly.” It didn’t take long before the technician Bo arrived. Becky watched as the two headed back, wondering what kind of things would happen back there. She wasn’t supposed to know, but it was a poorly kept secret that many of the transformees got their first trial run with the various tech staff, and Bo was particularly delicious. Long slender legs, nice ass, and four generous breasts that just screamed out to be fondled. Becky blushed slightly knowing full well she’d done it more than a few times. The purple skin occasionally put people off, but that tail was magic. A shiver ran down her spine and parts of her grew warmer. Becky crossed her legs hoping she wouldn’t make any mess as her body responded to the thoughts. Pushing the naughty thoughts aside she started on the next file. She smiled as she saw this one was one of the more daring. She licked her green lips at the imagery the system had designed as the system populated the codes. Tentacles replaced the woman’s legs, her sex still tucked up inside. A line of eight breasts running down her chest. This was clearly a woman who intended to transition to a life in water. She made a note to order a tank for after the procedure. She checked a few more boxes changing the woman’s uterus to an egg laying factory. She’d selected soft gelatinous ones, probably best for the watery form, but Becky always preferred the hard bird like eggs. No hair, webbed fingers, gills, fairly standard on aquatic morphs. That seemed to be the majority of the changes. Becky checked once more, nodded and saved the file. * * * She had just pulled out a new file when the woman walked back out from behind the door, her legs clearly shaking from Bo’s ministrations. Becky only caught the briefest glance of her new face, a lovely slit that was soon covered by a paper mask. Bo slid over, her body still smelling of sex and the cleaning wipes. “Hey gorgeous, are you planning for any more today?” “We have one more coming in this afternoon, and I suppose we could always get a walk in.” Becky longed to feel Bo’s claws on her skin, it was almost toxic. She knew it was because Bo put of a pheromone, but damn it made just being around her feel good. Becky smiled wistfully. “So, what are we doing until then?” Bo teased, her tail flicking the edge of Becky’s dress. Becky had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from suggested they do exactly what Bo was implying. “You are going to go clean the lab, properly. I am going to work on our two-thirty appointment.” “Aww, do I have to?” Bo’s tail flicked lightly. Becky hated herself for being strong. She wanted to jump Bo’s bones right now. “Yes. Now put that tail away before we both get in trouble again.” Bo finally took the hint and went back behind the glass door. Becky breathed a sigh of relief as the air began to clear of the pheromones. Not that they hadn’t had their effect. She was going to need new panties. * * * She took lunch at her desk, sipping on water and turning on a sun lamp. It had been a really interesting transition away from most foods. She took in a little extra sugar and some special pills to help with her nitrogen levels, but otherwise she basically lived on water and sunlight. Meanwhile she sat and went over the afternoon file, making sure the packet was together. She typed in each change again to verify the client’s order. She mulled over the changes that she saw people take. A lot of guys went for larger cocks, horse cocks were really popular, but just as often she saw dog cocks. This one had selected to just increase his natural attributes, forgoing the animalistic shapes that were increasingly popular. A few women seemed to like adding cocks to their repertoire, well Men seemed less interested in doing the reverse and adding a cunt of their own, but enough did she wasn’t surprised when she saw it was checked. Typically, guys kept it small, and tucked behind their balls. She wondered how they managed their first periods, though a few guys made sure to exclude the extra plumbing to avoid that. This one hadn’t so it was going to be the works. Taking another sip of water, she looked at the other changes. Most of them were things that could be easily hidden. Tails were popular too, and this one had a goat tail checked. She had always been surprised how many took this, but she’d come to realize it was one of the easiest to hide. Reading down the list further she wondered if he wanted udder balls, but no that wasn’t taken. Nothing really overt, like the horns or ears. Becky frowned. She wished more people would push the limits and force society to see their weirdness, but she understood why many wouldn’t. This one had settled for larger more sensitive nipples, again easily hidden with a baggy shirt, at least until his hormones kicked in and he slowly started developing the breasts he’d have if he’d been born a woman. One of the surprises that many men got when they added the internal plumbing but not the boobs. She smiled, a slightly wicked smile. Sadly, there wasn’t much more for this one. All in all, it would be a moderate change with the extra plumbing but nothing really extreme. Still, Bo would love it as she’d get to break in the new intersex person. She checked the pronouns, he/him. She nodded and updated the forms to make sure they were correct. * * *** Becky had watched as the middle-aged man had walked through the door. She leaned back; her work mostly done for the day. She gently made a point to make it look like she was working, even as she slid one hand carefully under her dress. Her panties were still a mess from Bo’s pheromones, and at this point she just needed the edge off as she carefully stroked her clit a few times letting herself feel it rise to attention under her fingers. She wouldn’t go so far as to get herself off, but she’d edge a bit for as long as she could without getting caught. The time passed as she slid her fingers around her mound, letting the sensations build and fall until a click heralded the opening of a door. She swiftly pulled her hand from her panties and quickly squeezed a generous amount of sanitizer on them to cover the smell. The man hobbled out the door, his face bemused and a bit lost. Clearly Bo had done her work and introduced the new transformee to his lady parts with some level of gusto. Becky smiled at the walk of shame to the car that left a hitch in the client’s stride. She licked her lips wondering how it had been. A cloud of pungency descended upon her. Bo looked over at her again. “That’s it right?” Becky nodded, her leaves rustling again. She wanted it; Bo knew she wanted it. “Let me lock up, okay? And you go clean that room!” “Oh, pooh,” Bo harumphed, “Always clean this, clean that, never any time for fun.” “If you weren’t making the mess after every client, you might not have to clean so much.” “But it’s so fun!” “I bet it is, and you leave me smelling you all day while you get to go fuck people senseless in the back.” “They aren’t senseless, I make sure they can still walk out under their own power.” “Details, details, go clean.” Bo disappeared back into the labs as Becky locked the front doors, and started cleaning up her desk. At half passed five they let themselves out once more, Bo now dressed in street clothes, rather than the lab coat she favored while working. Her four breasts stood out proudly, her horns gleamed darkly in the afternoon sun, and her tail thrashed. For Becky’s part she just took a moment to take in the sun, its warmth driving through her like she’d just hammered back a dozen cups of coffee. She felt wonderful. Bo started to walk to her car, but Becky grabbed her hand. “Oh, no, you don’t get to leave me on edge like that all day.” Bo smiled wickedly as she let herself be led to the back of the building. Becky didn’t make any pretenses, it wasn’t the nicest spot in the world, but the wall felt cool against her breasts as she pushed herself up against it, letting Bo’s hands grab her own. She arched her hips back slightly and wiggled as the tail slipped up under the dress and under her panties. The first thrust ramming home and making Becky gasp with pleasure as it hit the nerves. She could feel the tips of Bo’s breasts digging into her back, firm points through the fabric. She gave into the smell of pheromones and let her eyes roll back as each trust of the tail drove her farther over the edge. Bo released one of her hands and she promptly tugged her panties farther down so she could rub her clit in time with the thrusting of Bo’s tail. It finally pushed her over the edge and she let loose a cry that just made Bo slam her tail even deeper one last time before Becky slid to her knees, dripping greenish ooze from her cunt. Bo licked her lips and stuck the tip of her tail in her mouth to suck off the sugary nectar. “Damn but you always taste great.” Becky just whimpered slightly as she tried to recover from the orgasm that mad her legs buckle and tremble. “So, see you tomorrow?” Bo said nonchalantly as she wiped the rest of her tail tip clean with her tongue. Becky, still on her knees, just nodded weakly, “Yeah.” Goddess above she loved this job.
Dream She could feel the hardness of his member pressing against her naked ass. It was warm. He was warm. She wiggled into him a little, signaling her readiness; her own body feeling the pulse of her throbbing clit, anxious for something more. He didn’t disappoint as she felt him shift, his body sliding down between her legs, turning her over fully as his beard dragged lightly over the backs of her thighs. His arms pulled her hips up to him. She could feel his hot breath on her swollen sex, the first lick of his tongue sending shivers through her as she felt her hips hoisted. His mouth opened wide, taking the entirety of her vulva in, impossibly wide she knew, but she savored it, feeling his tongue lash against her clitoris. But the alarm blared. Her dream state interrupted, as she felt the perfection shatter. Her mind saw herself push him away, “Not now”, to the idea of sex. The dream lover, the man she’d spurned so many years ago, his eyes full of disappointment. He let her go as the dream façade cracked and faded leaving her horny and disappointed as she smashed the top of her alarm clock. It wasn’t fair. She could feel herself still pulsing, still wet down there. She wanted more. She wanted her lover back, but he was never coming back. Instead, she had to accept her lot, looking down at the sex that now swelled between her legs, many times bigger than he had ever known. Thick, meaty lips that dripped her juices. She wished for him back. She wished for the body of her dreams back, but it wasn’t to be. Slowly she levered herself out of bed, stumbling to the bathroom. She could feel her clit still throbbing with each step, but that was now the norm for her. Her body changed so. The mirror never lied to her. She gazed at it forlornly, wondering what he would think of her now. The slightly wider nose, the soft floppy ears, the swollen breasts. She could feel her tail lash behind her, another of the changes. She tried not to think about her newly animalistic nature too much, but it was there. Carnal, every inch of her begged for sex, from her small horns down to the tips of her dark hooves. She just wished it didn’t have to include frustrating dreams about her ex. Down below she could feel the dampness of her swollen lips that disagreed with her. She knew deep in her core that she wanted him to be the one to suck on her udder. Gently she shook the dream from her mind, and cleaned up the dripping goo, ready to focus on the day ahead. Her breasts were already tender, she was going to need milking soon. Sadly, she would not feel her carnal needs sated by her ex-lover’s dexterous tongue today.
(Multilimb, multicock, muscle) Allan was an Elf messenger between two kingdoms, one human and one elven. He was very fortunate to have a very open girlfriend, because his job was made a lot easier when he unintentionally seduced one of the handmaidens in the human palace- apparently being an Elf made him 'exotic'. Thanks to his work the two kingdoms were close now and shared a supply network. But Allan now faced the most difficult choice he may ever have to make- he returned to his quarters to find the human lover Anastasia and his actual girlfriend Lauress perched on either side of the bed like crouching tigers ready to pounce on one another. Lauress gazed at Allan wantingly with bedroom eyes. "Come on Allan, I am your real lover right? Take of those clothes and let me show you a wild time! Anastasia can have you later..." Anastasia flashed her an irritated look before looking to Allan. "But I need you now! I am just a secret lover on the side to you- I don't get to be with you often, I have already waited patiently!" If he chose Anastasia his job continues to go smoothly as she whispers favorable advise straight into royal ears, but then Lauress is cross with him and his personal life crumbles. But if he chooses Lauress, Anastasia is upset and his job may fall appart. Both women were barely covered by anything. Anastasia wore black lace bra, panties, and leggings. Lauress was not even clad in clothing- she was wrapped in a shiny red cloth ribbon. Her ears were also heavy with several gemstone earings dangling from single chain links of platinum. That was specifically an Elven look- their very long ears helped them become very good hunters, so to weigh down one's ears is a sign of great skill, or of luxury, as it would diminish the dexterity of the ears. Allan's erection twitched under his robes at the idea of two beautiful women fighting over him, even as he nervously sweat over the hard choice. "Lauress, you said you were fine with this... arrangement for work? That is the only reason I considered it an option in the first place." "I am! I think it is kinky~ and you get pleasure from it too. But this is a matter of timing, nothing more." Anastasia nodded. "We both want you NOW. I won't sabotage your job if you don't pick me." "Nor will I sour our sweet bond if you do not choose me. But we must know.... who do you physically profer?" Allan had no idea really- he liked them both for different reasons if he was only considering the physical side of things. His dick twitched again at the memories of all the kinky things they had done. He was so deeply in thought trying to make the impossible choice though that the two women grabbed him and pulled him down to bed and immediately started to strip him! He managed to sit up enough to softly blow into Lauress' ear, causing her to shiver as her strength fell away and she plopped onto her side for a moment. Her ears were a major soft spot, and whispering nothings into them turned her to putty. Anastasia kissed him quickly, stopping him from using his mouth while Lauress resumed quickly stripping him. His dick sprung up into the open air as soon as it was released. It was quite long though tame in other aspects, but already the veins along the shaft were fatter than usual, pulsing. The two women pressed their bodies together trying to shove the other away as they rubbed and kissed Allan. The sight of them fighting over him made him feel bigger... except it also made him literally bigger. His body grew a bit and his muscles became more pronounced. They both wanted him and he wanted them both, but he couldn't have fully have sex with both at the same time, one would have to wait at least a while! His balls were filled with a warm pressure and started to sink from increased weight and swell out. Maybe he could though? He was extremely turned on, maybe he could fully cum twice in a row without pause. His balls swelled bigger with that thought. The strengthened ego caused the curve of his muscles to increase quite a bit, giving his formerly soft lanky elven form a harder, stronger look. He was enough man for these two! His entire body got a little bigger, now giving him a notable height advantage over them, if he were to sit up that is. His vision was filled with boobs as the two women slammed their breasts into each other and tried to push the othernaway, breast to breast. Allan was treated to both overly round underboob as they squashed into one another. They parted only a moment while Lauress undid the bow holding her ribbon on and Anastasia unclasped her bra and they collided again, now bare chested jousting with their erect nipples- each claiming theirs were better. They actually looked exactly the same size, both nipple and breast, but Anastasia had a solid edged areola in bright pink, Lauress had dark brown areola with a hard faded edge. Lauress also had a mole on the lower outer curve of her right breast. Allan felt an unusual pleasure surge from his dick as both women grabbed it trying to claim it, but it fit both hands. That meant it was at least a bit bigger than it had been. A very pleasurable pressure surged within and the cock visibly throbbed and bloated becoming much thicker in the middle at first and then the girth equalized across the member. The pleasure from the surge was like a minor orgasm and having every inch of his dick massaged at the same time- because it stretched and tickled every single nerve in and on his shaft all at the same time. Both women only glanced down at it a moment as they were forced to shift their grip on its altered size. As if both were expecting it to do that. Allan attempted to sit up but Anastasia quickly shifted around to stradle his head, hovering her now bare pussy over his face, asking him if hers was better. His muscles grew a bit again, his entire body throbbing a bit as the groove between muscles deepened, giving him a chiseled look few Elves had ever acheived. His balls continued to slowly increase in size, now looking much bigger than any normal pair. His shaft though surged powerfully again, becoming a tiny bit longer and a lot girthier! It was as thick as a wine bottle! It spurt pre erratically from the intense pleasure surging in it. With his new strength he easily moved Anastasia aside, trying to once again sit up so he could et a clear thought in, but as soon as she moved off Lauress replaced her! Their pussies were both tight, though you could not see Anastasia's inner labia at all normally, while Lauress' were pressed firmly between the outer labia, teasing a view of the soft innards. Anastasia had a mall trim bush of brown hair over hers, Lauress was less trim but she was naturally not very hairy, and her hair was such a ghostly platinum blonde that her pubes were invisible from a distance. The two of them told him they needed their pussies filled, but Anastasia chimed in she also wanted it in her butt, and then Lauress did too. Then both women started to flip flop between where they wanted it. Now both women wanted it in both holes! What sort of God like adonis did they think he was?! He can't just fuck endlessly! His balls surged bigger. He couldn't... could he? Maybe both women but certainly not both ways. And still bigger they grew, now almost as big as his head each. Maybe once each and see if he has any stamina for one more? His scrotum stretched smooth from being overfilled. His shaft was spurting pre at an almost constant rate now, pooling in the depression between cock base and the curve of his nuts. His shaft bulged obscenely. It was a.good thing the two kept his eyes off it or he may be very panicked. It was almost as wide as it was long! It seemed like it was reaching max capacity though as it started to bloat in some places better than others, creating a slight depression on all four sides of it. You could not see his urethral bulge any more from the deforming of it. One? Both! Anal... vaginal. How could he choose?! He wanted them both. He wanted them both, both ways. His cock bloated more and more, inflating out then springing back from lack of space as Allan groaned and squirmed from the surging pleasure. Lauress mentioned something about him being at his limit and about to explode. Anastasia commented he was probably too close to hold back now. Lauress turned her butt to him, still hovering over his face. Her perfectly sculpted round butt left a diamond shaped window between her thighs allowing you to see the plush curve of her pussy even from behind. He could feel Anastasia straddling his thighs and holding her hands delicately around the base of his cock, as if being afraid to hold the actual shaft. Four grooves formed down the shaft, deepening from the middle out,where it bloated the worst. Both women watched in glee as the divots deepened and the flow of pre split into four! As the surface skin pulled as tight as it can go four urethral bulges became visible between each groove. The grooves finally split all the way through in a final explosion of pleasure and split from the middle up, into four shafts and four glans. As the girth equilized down the shaft the divide progressed down to the base till it finally stopped and the two women dismounted to finally let Allan see what he now sported. As if sparked by surprise, when he sat up his arm, chest, and back muscles started to writhe on their own and expand rapidly! His arms got so obscenely thick with muscle he could barely even move them. When he tried to bend them, a steep incline appeared through them and the dull sound of popping, shifting bones could be heard. He cried out in surprise as a huge surge of growth fired up his spine which birthed several new virtibrae. The growth yanked his.body upward but it remained where it was at the same time. His arms were now back to regularly large muscles- except he had four of them. His entire upper torso had cloned itself! Two sets of arms, two sets of shoulder blades, and even two sets of pectoral muscles with two sets of nipples! The two women gave each other high-fives and Lauress nodded to Anastasia. "Told you my spell would work. His desire gave it the power it needed. Now my man is more then enough for us both!" Anastasia grinned as she watched the glistening strands of pre webbed between the four cocks. "Oh hell yea." Allan was dizzy with pleasure and barely got his breath before the two women went down on all fours and slammed their round butts together, presenting his four drooling dicks with four hungry holes. Another handmaiden burst into the room, dropping some fresh bedsheets in surprise at the sight. "Oh Gods! I forgot to knock!" Her face got progressively more red as the sight started to sink in. "I... won't tell anyone what I saw... if you'd be willing to share?" Allan started to grunt and moan loudly and the two women looked back in surprise as his cocks started to throb and swell wildly again.
Bigger in Texas Art by SF-OfftheLeash (formerly Corrupted-CF) Deviant Art – “Enhancements” The dusty road felt like it was straight out of a movie, and she felt every bump as her truck meandered through the Texas countryside. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered as the truck hit another pothole. Thankfully the drive was near its end. It was a good thing too because even in her light attire she was already starting to sweat in the glare of the afternoon Texas sun. She giggled at the cliché look of the old ranch sign that arched over the road, its faded paint might have once read the name of the ranch but now showed little more than thin wisps peeling away in the dusty air. She’d need to fix that with a fresh coat of paint and a new name for the ranch. To her left and right lines of old fencing ran off as far as the eye could see, rising and falling along low rolling hills covered in scrub brush. Pulling through the arch she whistled. “I’m going to have my work cut out for myself fixing this place up.” The cloud of dust kicked back up as she pulled down the disused lane. The farmhouse wasn’t far ahead, perhaps a quarter mile or so. It was an old two-story affair, and despite the disreputable look of the nearby barn, it looked well maintained. Pulling in next to the house she stepped down from the truck, her boots stirring up dust as she began walking the grounds. It was quiet, just as she hoped. Giving a relieved sigh she relaxed. “Peace at last.” * * * She found the solitude reinvigorating as she began her repairs on the old farmstead. Years of being in the rat race in Silicon Valley had worn her out, and now she craved something else in life, a slower pace. Still her geeky roots ran deep and she found herself just a bit annoyed at the lack of internet connection. She sighed, well, if that was the price of her peace, then she’d have to learn to like it. All the same, it was nice not feeling the constant urge to be online. To check sites or scroll endlessly through posts. That at least felt wonderful. She looked out the window, the sky was clear and bright. It was a good day to get to work on the old barn. If she was going to learn to run a farm, well she was going to do the whole nine yards. Despite the early hour the Texas sun was already blazing, and she opted for a nice light crop top, some shorts, and sandals to head out in. No sense getting too sweaty. The barn itself was a dilapidated looking affair. The property inspector had assured her it was solid, but she gave it a doubtful look as she pushed open the heavy door. Still the oaken timbers seemed solid, and with some fresh paint they might just be okay. The interior reeked of old hay and worse. There was a musty odor that she couldn’t quite place. Sneezing several times, she pulled the second set of doors open on the other end too, trying to air it out. There was a bit of a breeze, but it didn’t do much good. Inside she found piles of junk, hay, and things she just didn’t want to consider. She was pretty sure there were some rats too. She waved off the flies that tried to bother her, but they just came back, buzzing loudly. Eyeing the mess, she blew a puff of air through her cheeks. “Well, nothing a little good hard work won’t fix,” she mumbled. The debris had to go first. There were all kinds of things that she had to scrape, scoop, or be carry out. It was hard work, and by mid-day she was exhausted, stopping to sit a few minutes on an old bucket. She removed a few bits of hay from her hair, where they were making her ears itch. At least the flies had finally left her alone. A small victory. Looking out at the work she’d accomplished she took note of the huge pile of junk sitting that now sat in the back of her pickup truck. Scrap woods she piled nearby in what looked like an old burn pit. A third pile grew out back to start up new a new composting spot from all the rotting hay she’d pulled out of the ancient stalls. Feeling pleased with what she’d accomplished so far, she headed to the house for a bite to eat. * * * She kicked off her sandals as she stepped in the door. There wasn’t much in the fridge, so she settled for a salad and some fresh lemonade. Absently she rubbed at her feet with her off-hand, as they feeling sore from all the walking. She probably needed something with better arch support. Working her hands around her heels and across the arch of her foot, she massaged the aching away as best she could. That is, until she reached her toes. She stopped chewing, her hand frozen around what she though was her toes, but something was right. She cupped her toes, feeling them, or what should have been them. It wasn’t right, instead of feeling one big toe and four dainty ones she could only feel two large toes. She even wiggled them to make sure. The fork fell to her plate as she pushed herself away from the table. She pushed her feet out in front of her, staring at them, mouth hanging open. Each foot was there, but sporting two giant toes, in twin configurations. She even wiggled them to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. “What the hell?” She yelled, almost falling out of her chair as she scrambled to her unsightly feet. Standing didn’t change things. They felt like her feet, and they moved like her feet. It was no harder to walk, though she seemed to feel the need to rise on to the balls of her foot, as if she were trying to walk on her toes. She fought to calm herself, babbling to herself in her anxiety. “Calm down, girl, there’s got the be a rational explanation for this. I’ve got it, sunstroke! I must have gotten too much sun. I’m hallucinating, that’s it.” She started to sit down again, intent on pretending she hadn’t seen what she’d just seen. As her backside hit the hard wood of the chair she yelped in pain. Something pinched her, and hard. She reached around under her bottom, feeling the offending item, and grabbed it. Only to realize she’d grabbed something long, fuzzy, and very much a part of her own backside. “Oh… my… god...” Her fingers followed the long appendage to the top of her shorts where it had bust through the thin fabric. It even wiggled a bit in her hand. “This cannot be happening.” She muttered, staring at the fluffy tuft of hair that flopped at the end of what was clearly her own tail. She put her head down on her arms and closed her eyes, a torrent of emotions starting to overwhelm her. “This has got to be a hallucination. I do not have a tail. People do not just randomly grow tails!” The tail of course said nothing, but she could feel it flick and hear the swish, belying her attempts to wish it away. The silence made everything more noticeable, and the longer she sat there the more she felt her nose against the table. The more she felt the flick of something on her arms. “No, no, no, no!” She opened her eyes and gazed down the broad expanse of a nose that she didn’t recognize. Her fingers trembled as she reached up to touch it. The thick broad tip was damp, and she could feel the tip twitch at her touch. She resisted an urge to lick it, knowing full well she didn’t want to find out if her tongue matched the snout. Trying to gather herself she pushed back her long dark hair. Her hands stopped again, this time brushed by something soft and fluffy. It flicked her wrists and she knew without a doubt that they were a part of her too. Carefully she let her hands feel inward. Feeling the dual sensation of the soft fluffiness on her fingers, and the feel of her fingers as they carefully crept down the long expanse of her broad bovine ears. As her fingers reached where the offending ears merged with her face, she’d reached a point of no return. Tears streamed down her face as she contemplated what her fingers had already told her. Even now she could feel them, broad, oval, and fuzzy, and they flicked with her agitation. “What is happening to me?” She bawled. She forced herself out of the chair, dashing to the bathroom. It was the only mirror in the house. She had to be going crazy. She couldn’t be what she thought she was. The mirror didn’t lie to her, though she wished it would have. There looking back at her was a bovine featured face that distorted the looks she’d grown up with. The large soft ears that flopped on either side of her head, a soft brown against the black of her long hair. There was no explanation for this. People didn’t just turn into cows, but here she was, staring at her own reflection in the mirror, very clearly sporting features that no woman would have naturally. Her tail flicked in agitation. She pondered the reflection in front of her again. “Damn it, I don’t care if I am a cow.” She fumed. “I came here to find peace, and if that means being a cow to do it, so be it.” A flick of her ears was the only response she got. Giving herself one last glance, she did concede one thing. The transformation had helped her woeful bust rather generously. She reached up and cupped her breasts, finding them heavy and full feeling, and much firmer than she ever remembered. “Well, at least being a cow is going to have some perks.” * * *** The weeks passed, and she found herself growing used to the new features that she sported. Her tail proved useful, swatting away the flies, though it’d taken her several days to punch out and resew tail holes in all her clothes. Her ears were wonderfully sensitive, and she found rubbing them to be incredibly relaxing. She almost wished she had someone to rub them for her. Well, that and her breasts which were now at least moderately generous, very different from her barely-there a-cups of before. Overall, while hardly what she’d wished for, she did at least feel at peace. Another positive was that she’d found her stamina for the work increasing despite the summer heat that baked the hard Texas soil, and she was often able to sustain long hours. She stopped to mop off some sweat as her phone chirped from her pocket. She reached in and grabbed the device, realizing it was an old friend from back out on the west coast. * Hey girl, you settled in? Is everything really bigger in Texas? * Smiling wistfully, she set up her phone’s camera on timer set herself down on the front steps to the house. The camera clicked as she groped her newly enlarged breasts. * Yep, I’m happy to report everything is indeed bigger in Texas. * Then she sent the picture, in all her magnificent bovine glory. She wondered how her friend would take to her new look. Maybe she’d like to join her out here on the farm? Maybe. She smiled and stood back up, letting the afternoon breeze cool her off a bit as her tail swished lazily. She had work to do. Hundreds of miles away another phone chirped twice, and a delicately manicured hand reached for it.
Infested in My Bed Fortune sighed softly as Billy slide into bed, the kobold's familiar scent making him feel happy and content even in his sleep. The fox-squirrel had fallen asleep waiting for his lover, and had become a little worried. But his fear was alleviated as his love's familiar hands encircled his chest in a loving embrace. And a second pair stroked the soft white fur on his belly. The kobold pressed up against his lover, but there were differences, things that weren't quite right that pulled Fortune out of his slumber. "Billy?" he asked softly, sleepily. The kobold nibbled an ear with gentle playfulness. "Yup, it's me, love," he virtually purred, "New and improved." "Improved?" Fortune brought a hand to the lower pair gripping his waist. Billy's smooth scales were no longer present, something smoother and more solid had replaced them. He felt the upper pair as well, finding the very same. His eyes widened, but he didn't feel afraid in the slightest, just confused. "And these are all yours?" he asked, trying to turn his head around to get a good look at his lover, but he found his view blocked by Billy's muzzle, the two kissing. Fortune tasted something sweet, and found a slow trickle of the substance being coaxed into his mouth from his lover's. It took away the little bit of fear he had, calming him, relaxing him and arousing him. Billy's presence against his back felt different, softer and smoother than his lithe and fit frame would allow. Fortune rolled over, still keeping the kiss locked; allowing his handpaws to explore the kobold's altered form. The fox-squirrel was puzzled as he discovered a plump, round belly set below a pair of breasts. Billy pulled away and stepped off the bed, his four arms spread wide, allowing the moonlight to reveal the extent of his transformation. Blue-purple chitin covered his arms and legs, his blue scales remaining everywhere else. His figure was altered by the presence of a pregnant looking belly, and large, milk filled breasts. But aside from those features, his general body shape still looked the same; definitely masculine. A pair of short, insectoid antennae poked up from his short, blonde hair. But aside from that, Billy was the same kobold that Fortune knew and loved. "What happened?" the fox-squirrel asked, a smile spreading across his face as the kobold slipped back into bed, now equipped with a far superior form for cuddling. Billy grinned, "It'd be easier to show you than tell you." Fortune grinned back, "Then show me." He said, eyes half-lidded. The kobold pulled his boyfriend tightly against him, giving Fortune's tail a gentle tug upward. "It went something like this..." he said, nuzzling his lover's neck. The fox-squirrel moaned as something warm and wet slithered against his rump. There was some stiffness to it, but it was very flexible; whatever it was slipped into Fortune's rump with ease. "She put her ovipositor in me, like I put mine into you." Billy said, his voice tight, trying to keep himself from moaning as he pushed his transformed cock deeper and deeper into his mate, far deeper than his true member could ever have gone. "It's like all sorts of things made into one, Fortune. It's a prehensile tentacle, it's a cock, it's a vagina, it's such a very useful thing. I love it. I can't wait for you to have one too." "Have one too?" Fortune asked, a little confused. Billy nodded and gave the fox-squirrel a gentle hug, "Uh huh. It doesn't hurt at all. I'm..." his blue scales turned purple as he blushed, "Kind of a queen. It's a bug thing. It means that I can lay eggs that make others like I am. It feels so good, Fortune, I couldn't wait to share it with... mmm.... you." Fortune felt something press against his backside that wasn't there a moment before. Something round, firm, about the size of a football, and poised to be forced into him through his tailhole. The kobold's chitinous hand wrapped around Fortune's canine member, caressing the fox-squirrel's sensitive knot, just the way he liked it. "Just relax, it won't hurt at all. When we kissed, I gave a little something to you that started your change, to allow you to take my egg inside of you." Billy explained. Fortune winced and clenched his teeth as he felt the tip of the egg inside Billy's.... ovipositor start to push into him. The kobold cried out and his climax forced the egg into his lover with an accompanying gush of seed. Queen or no, Billy was still a male, in part at least. The fox-squirrel moaned with delight, the egg had felt incredible going in. Billy's stroking increased in pace, Fortune joining his boyfriend in climax as he felt the egg's effects just beginning to work. His insides churned, shifting into a new, more efficient configuration, allowing room for a structure that had always been assent from his purely male form. The seed that had accompanied the egg into Fortune's body made this new part tingle, making its owner feel deliciously giddy. The new womb slowly began to swell as Fortune's first egg was fertilized and began to grow. His body began to change in more visible ways. Matching his boyfriend, the flesh around the fox-squirrel's nipples began to swell, pushing outward as new mammary glands filled with milk. Billy's upper hands caressed the new additions, making Fortune gasp. The lower pair caressed Fortune's still erect member. The pink-red flesh became translucent, the organ becoming more flexible. Fortune watched in fascination as it began to grow. It grew thicker, just a bit, but most of it was length. It grew longer, and longer, and longer. It was no longer kept rigid merely by blood flow, it would forever remain in a useable state, ready and eager at a moment's notice to slither into an awaiting lover and plant a transforming egg inside of them as well. Watching it change was like having a good two feet of cock that Fortune never knew he had slip out of his sheath. The portion that was his original member was noticeable only because of the knot that adorned it, the flesh darker than the rest of his new member. The fox-squirrel shivered as Billy's ovipositor pulled out of him, the purple length coiling around Fortune's own. Her felt his eyes tearing up involuntarily. It was such a sweet, loving gestured. Like a hug that only Billy and he would ever be able to share. "Mmm, that's as far as the off the shelf egg will get you, cutie." Billy said with two hands on Fortune's breasts, the other two stroking his lover's rounded, egg filled tummy. Fortune rolled over, meeting the kobold's gaze. His muzzle broke out into a huge grin, "Better give me the deluxe package then." He said with a giggle, giving Billy's ovi a playful rub. "If you insist." Billy said with an equally large grin. The kobold's member shifted position, still remaining curled around Fortune's, but the tip pieced the fox-squirrel's own, slowly making its way inside. It made him squirm and moan with delight. It was a whole new way to make love, and it felt so good. More and more of Billy's ovipositor entered his own, going deeper, deeper, deeper, until he felt it enter his womb. He felt his own member being drawn into Billy's sheath, the kobold's warmth rushing over his cock. This was a kind of intimacy that normal sex could never be able to rival. Penetrating and being penetrated at the same time, face to face, belly to belly, breast to breast with the love of your life. They kissed again, holding one another, their motions soft and gentle. This was a big moment, and both wished to savor it. As the second egg left Billy's womb, Fortune could feel its passage the entire way. Nearly his ovi's entire length was inside Billy, it felt so strange and so wonderful. The egg slipped from the kobold's body, for a moment suspended between the two of them in their ovipositors, before Fortune eagerly pulled it in. He wanted to take it slow, wanted to draw out the process to lengthen the pleasure. But his new and unfamiliar form wouldn't cooperate. Fortune felt Billy tense, his ovi constricting, forcing the egg into Fortune with a rapid pace, a thick, singular jet of seed making his insides tingle with delight, making more eggs. The transformation egg began its work, and Fortune could feel a pleasant warmth flow through him. The warmth moved around, and left a soft tingle in the places it moved on from. The tingle became a soft stretching sensation, and the fox-squirrel felt his new antennae pushing from his head. He had thought that they were just for show, but while still locked in a deep, sensual kiss, he heard Billy's voice in his head. ::We're telepathic now. Neat, huh?:: the kobold said. Billy's emotions and thoughts hit Fortune like a tsunami. He found himself lost among them, his mind awash with the kobold's love and desire for him. He quickly found that the way to prevent him from being overwhelmed was to open his own mind to his lover, letting the two tides of thought and feeling mix and swirl together, letting neither mind crash down upon the other. The kobold held Fortune's hands in his own, feeding the fox-squirrel the sensation that he felt as soft fur gave way to hard, smooth chitin. Fortune's insectoid hands gripped Billy's own upper pair, the kobold's lower pair caressing just to the side of the fox-squirrel's breasts. That was where the next changes occurred. The fox-squirrel's rib cage felt like jelly for a moment at it reshaped itself, new muscles forming to support Fortune's new arms. It felt like stretching a part of your body you had only just recently discovered, and upon flexing the unknown muscles, the new part simply appeared. The second pair of arms pushed outward quite quickly, the same mix of fur and chitin as the upper. Fortune held all four of Billy's hands tightly. His legs tingled, reforming to match the same pattern as his arms, fur to the middle joint, chitin beyond it. His body now mirroring the changes of his lover, Fortune's new form finally allowed him to climax. He could sense Billy's delight as the kobold's belly began to swell with more new eggs. The two lay in bed in tight embrace for quite some time, closer than they could ever have been before they had been granted such wonderful gifts. It was Fortune who spoke first, a grin on his foxy face. ::I think it would be wrong to keep this to ourselves:: the fox-squirrel said. Billy nodded his agreement, ::I know. I want to share this with so many people, but I have no idea where to start.:: ::I can think of a few names.:: Fortune said with a giggle, ::Quite a few names. But I think we'll need more eggs for the task.:: Billy rolled his eyes and gasped softly as Fortune's ovi began to milk his own. ::I've created a monster.:: he said with a mental sigh. ::Your monster, love, your monster.:: Fortune said, leaning down to lap at a breast. ::Now, let's see what all the fuss with these things is about.:: Billy moaned loudly as Fortune began to suckle. What a fun monster.
Kinky Witch 3: A little bit of weekend tail The grocery bags were heavy. I could have asked for help but as usual I had to show off that I was still the big strong man she’d married as I carried far too many inside. She actually giggled at me, and before I could put them down, she came up and rubbed my nose with hers, followed by planting a very brief kiss on me. I wasn’t one-hundred percent sure, but I could have sworn that her nose was just a little pinker than usual. She didn’t stick around for me to confirm that though as she disappeared. A little flushed I dumped the armload of paper sacks on the counter, then headed back out for rest of the stuff, mostly cat litter to my tired arm’s regret. Still I got it all in and started putting it away. Geez I was dense, because it wasn’t until I reached up to wipe my forehead that I realized the tell-tale tingling was moving across my body. I wasn’t even sure yet what was up. Oh well, I had to get things put away, so I focused on that while waiting to figure out what she was up to. Once I had the groceries put up, I slipped out of my shirt and pants. A good precaution with the wife when she was ready for playtime. Not that I minded any. I wondered what she was up to. A quick trip to the bathroom mirror gave me a pretty good clue though. My ears were already shifting to the top of my head into nice gray fuzzed triangles. I rubbed them a bit, they felt nice. I almost lost my balance as my tendons snapped tight sending me onto my tiptoes. Leaned myself carefully against the counter, and watched the bottom of my legs shift into large gray paws. A pulling at my underwear and the sound of bottles getting knocked across the counter was my cue to get myself away from where my new bushy tail was going to cause me problems. I was always pleased that her magic worked so smoothly, no unusual pain or aches, it was a little odd to watch at times. I stepped out into the hall again, my new balance shifted. Thankfully I found the tail helped me stay upright on my toes. My fingers were now coated with fur too, and I was pretty sure I was growing claws. More noticeable to me though was the bit of a muzzle I was gaining. Nothing much, just a short one with a wet black nose. It was just enough for me to smell something new. Something pungent. I felt the hairs on my neck rise. I needed what ever it was I smelling. Slowly I crept down the hallway to our bedroom. The scent was getting stronger. I could feel it in my head, it was thick and heady. I licked my nose. Wait, what? That was new. I stuck my tongue out and realized it was now quite long and thick. Shrugging I following the sent. There was something small in the hallway that caught my eye. A small egg, painted up blue and pink. I smiled wolfishly. I opened the door to the bedroom, quietly. The smell was thick in the air now. I stepped into the room to find my wife spread out upon the bed. She looked at me coyly as I drink the sight of her in. Two giant ears flopped over her head, a cute pink nose twitched and quivered above her sensuous lips. She’d increased her breasts and her normally delicious nipples stood at attention. She slowly fingered herself, her lips already wet, and it was hard to miss the large, thick hips and thighs that ended in oversized bunny feet. Even as she did so I could see a brightly colored egg plump her lips. She grunted just lightly and slipped it free, setting aside the little brightly colored egg, smiling. “Well, are you going to stand there, wolfy, or are you going to just eat me all up?” I didn’t need to be asked twice. I almost dove into her, using that thick new tongue of mine to reach every little fold that she had, and then some. My claws grasped those thick hips as she rocked into my snout and screamed, revealing she had added a little more in the tooth department. She finally kicked me back playfully and shifted, exposing her massive rump and drenched slit to me. She also revealed that she had a fluffy wiggly tail that shook in the air as she lifted herself, driving her chest and face into a pillow. She wiggled her hips and tail at me. I finally slipped out of my boxers only to find I’d had another change. Instead of my normal cock, I had a long red, knotted one standing erect. Oh, she was in the mood. I didn’t take long to enter her, and she moaned happily as I started thrusting. Initially I was worried about the knot, but she slammed herself into me hard enough to force it in within a few thrusts. She was so wet and open I could still get it in and out, but she definitely enjoyed the thick ridge each time I did so. I could see her little bunny hands clenching tight to the bedsheets. Finally, I felt myself getting to the point of no return, and told her so. She only slammed into me harder riding in faster rhythm. I felt my release and she quivered in response, panting. It took a few minutes for the blood to release enough for me to slide fully back out of her cunt’s grip. I was okay with that as I rubbed her hips and played with her tail to pleasant cooing noises. Finally, she flopped over, letting my spunk drip out, wiggling her hips. She wiped a bit away, but stuck some of it in her mouth and savored it. She motioned to the leather cuffs on the bed. We’d long had these for playtime, they were attached underneath the frame, and hid at each corner, allowing one of us to be spread eagle in bondage when we wanted. I grabbed the arm cuff and strapped her hand into the padded leather. She moaned lightly. I went carefully around the bed, attaching each cuff. The reaching in the drawer I pulled out a leather collar, and snapped it around her neck. It was at this point I realized her belly was expanding slightly. Not entirely sure I was aware of the next step I watched as she started to pull lightly on the restraints, checking them. They gave a little, but she was open to the world. I sat beside her and played with her thick nipples, occasionally letting my long tongue lap at them. I was pretty certain about the belly now, she moaned slightly and her hips bucked a little. I could see her cunt pulsing. I settled myself at her crotch watching in fascination as she slowly pushed, the medium sized egg bulged the bottom of her lips, slowly sliding back in and then out again. Eventually it crowned, the egg slipping out. She repeated this over and over, each egg forcing itself between her lips resulting in a moan and an orgasm. I made sure to rub her clit for extra stimulation and gathered up the eggs so she had room to lay more. They came out in many colors, blue, pink, purple, green, red. Each patterned like they should be for an Easter egg hunt. I lost count at twenty, setting each carefully on the bedside table next to the first two. Finally, her belly returned to its smooth flat state and she cooed. I kissed her clit, slid my way up and kissed her belly button, both nipples, and then her. “Muggle.” She said quietly. It was our own private joke, since it was about as far from the truth about witches as could be, but that had become our safe word for years when playing. I released her from her bondage, though she chose to keep the collar on, and I gathered her to me to cuddle. She wiggled her ass into my crotch threatening another round of play, but she soon just nuzzled my arm and we slipped into sleep together. * * *** I awoke the next morning decidedly less fuzzy, and alone in bed. I yawned and stretched, aware now that I was decidedly human again. Despite the less sensitive nose I could tell that the sheets definitely needed to be changed. I liked our sent when horny, but we were definitely pungent. I gathered the sheets up and stuck them in a basket and headed for the laundry. A few minutes later I had started the wash, grabbed a new pair of boxers, and headed for the kitchen. I was pleased to see she was in there making breakfast, as I was famished, and it did not escape my notice that she was still quite the bunny, her stomach slightly distended. “Hi dear, breakfast is almost ready.” She said making what looked like eggs in a basket. I couldn’t resist. “Aren’t you my breakfast?” I asked, wiggling my eyebrows. “I could be.” She parted her legs as she stood over the stove, and I took no time sliding in below her and putting my lips to hers and giving her a quick session, my back to the oven, which was thankfully cool. I could hear her soft moans as she continued to cook. She occasionally pushed her crotch harder into my face, which just made me more excited. I wasn’t sure quite how she managed to stand up there and still cook, but it really wasn’t my concern as I lapped at her nectar. Finally, I heard the stove click off and her plate the food. Then she pulled back and pulled me onto the floor for a proper finish. It was quicker than I liked, but she milked my cock with wild abandon with those thick hips of hers. Five minutes later she, and her cum dripping cunt, sashayed into the dining room with breakfast. I followed carrying a towel for her chair. No point ruining the upholstery. After breakfast we cuddled again. This time on the couch. It was nice and I could feel her belly under my hand. By early afternoon she was sporting a pretty distended pregnant look. She kept me close to her and often kept my hand on her mons, slowly rubbing at her clit as she enjoyed numerous orgasms throughout the day. She just pressed back into me and I held her tight. It was nice. She was also deliciously soft and warm. By early evening she slid off the couch where we’d been watching movies, and shifted herself into a crouching position on the floor. She motioned for me to come down and sit behind her. I slid behind her and held her as she shifted into what I recognized as a birthing position. She had my hands caressing her nipples as she played with her clit trying to ease the expansion of her vagina. She grunted and puffed, and I could see as her hips shifted a bit that she was being spread wider than I’d ever seen her do before. The bulge that filled her distended belly started to move down, and she bore on it, alternating deep breaths and pushing groans and grunts. I wasn’t sure how long it took, but slowly the egg, and it clearly was that, pressed her open. First just a hint, but slowly wider as it slid out. It crowned beautifully, stretching her lips around it, with her clit clearly pulled tight across the top. It was kind of a kinky sight. She held there for only a moment as the egg finally slipped free and slid out with a deeply satisfied sigh from her. It was huge, easily as big as my head, and brightly colored. I gave her a deep kiss as her Lagomorphic features began to recede, leaving my beautiful dark-haired witchy wife. “Happy Easter dear,” she said. “Happy Easter to you too.” I replied, rocking back and forth, cuddling with her. “So, what are we going to do with all these eggs?” She giggled. “Eat them silly. They’re candy.” Ah, witchcraft, wasn’t it fun?
After yet another hard day’s work, Qwerty opened the door to his dorm to find Devi, as usual, lounging about on the sofa, acting as if having a rock-solid, ceiling-height cock wasn’t something entirely out of the ordinary. Truth be told, as far as those two were concerned, it actually wasn’t, to some extent; ever since the demon had entered his life, Qwerty had learned that sometimes, one had to go with the flow in order to best experience things, and when it came to his roomie’s many, many whims and urges, it was honestly a case of either rolling with the punches or ending up splattered against a wall while covered in cum, thanks to Devi’s rather explosive proclivities towards sexual experimentalism. That day, however, was slightly different, in that when Qwerty slammed the door shut behind him, the demon lad on the couch didn’t even flinch; whatever it was he was staring at on the tablet in his hands, it was certainly enough to engross him to the point where he ignored the world around him, leaving his more human roommate relieved that they were the first ones to open the door to see that absolutely bestial monster of a cock staring back at them. Dropping their bags on the ground, Qwerty approached his impromptu friend and, without even bothering to so much as say hello, promptly sat on the ground next to them, looking up at what was on the screen… only to be met with the sight of some obscure porn site whose domain name left Qwerty concerned that his tablet was about to be infected with all manner of malware. He couldn’t blame Devi for looking it up though, not when the contents of it were what they were; a short look was all that the young man needed to know that the demon’s interest had shifted towards the more sizeable, the kind of hyper-developed curves that only a select few individuals were blessed with. There were only a handful around town, and those were always the center of attention whenever they decided to put on anything less than fully concealing clothes… well, and Devi, but they hardly left the house to begin with, keeping that gigantic shaft purely for domestic use. Enthralled by what he was seeing, Qwerty failed to notice that his roommate was actually looking sideways at him, occasionally glancing back at the tablet and then once more towards their human companion, seemingly measuring both sides up for whatever devious idea they had come up with. When they spoke up, however, it was to say something that left Qwerty so flabbergasted that they had no clue how to respond: “Do you have one of these?” With this question, Devi pointed towards the woman on the video he had opened, one that happened to be blessed with a lower mound of such stupendous size and girth that they could barely move without waddling… though it did give them the space and elasticity required to take a cock of equal weight and mass without so much as flinching, which Qwerty assumed was the whole point of it. Still, all he could do was stare back at Devi, wondering whether the demon was serious, or if it was their idea of a joke; sure, they might be capable of altering their form into whatever shape they so desired, but he was just a human being. One possessed of a dumptruck of an ass wide enough to get stuck in doors, sure, but just a human. So- “No, Devi, I don’t?” Qwerty replied, trying not to chuckle too much, “I’m not like you, I don’t get to have whatever I want.” “Why not?” - the question was posed with what felt like genuine sincerity, which only left Qwerty even more baffled that Devi had apparently not learned the ins and outs of human anatomy yet. “Because I’m not like you, Devi,” the human tried his best to explain, “I can’t just snap my fingers and suddenly have a pussy big enough to take your dick.” “Would you like to?” There it was. The cards were played, with the demon’s eyes narrowing just enough to let Qwerty know that he’d been masterfully manipulated into saying the exact sequence of words that Devi had prepared a snappy comeback to. Concurrent with that came a very loud, very noticeable heartbeat coming not from the demon’s chest, but from their cock, which seemed to be thickening before Qwerty’s very eyes; poor guy could only stare at it for so long before he felt Devi’s warm hand grab him by the chin, moving his head so that the two of them were facing one another, just close enough that they could press their lips together if either of them truly wanted it. “It’s up to you, really,” Devi proclaimed, his voice a whisper, one powerful enough to slither its way directly into the human’s skull, “you being the one who called me, my powers are at your command if you so desire. If you so wish, I could help you take it.” With that last comment, Devi nodded to the side, giving Qwerty just enough freedom to have his eyes stare directly at the pillar of cockmeat the demon sported, which by that point had grown so much that it was thicker than the human’s torso and long enough to start bending backwards at the tip thanks to pushing so hard against the ceiling. It pulsated and throbbed, slick with pre and pockmarked by highly-visible veins, and above all… it was enticing. Qwerty couldn’t deny it, there was a great big part of him that wanted to take that beast properly, rather than the smaller, condensed version he occasionally did, and really, if he was being offered the opportunity at no cost to himself, who was he to say no? “Make it big,” Qwerty replied, turning back to face Devi, “and make it juicy. I don’t want you to hold back when you’re railing me against the wall.” No further words were needed. No sooner had Qwerty stopped talking that Devi pushed the two of them into a kiss, and no sooner had that happened that the young man felt something growing in between his legs. Thick, meaty, and surprisingly heavy, he could only imagine what it looked like, given that he was apparently not allowed to take a peek, not while the demon was there; oh no, he barely got a couple of seconds to appreciate the fact that he was growing his own pussy before Devi grabbed him by the sides and effortlessly picked him up, refusing to let go as he walked towards the nearest wall and unceremoniously propped their human roommate against it, legs spread wide open in a position that was eerily reminiscent of what Qwerty had seen in the video still playing on the tablet. It made for a wonderful soundtrack for what the two were about to do, two sets of moans in tandem as both the woman on the screen and Qwerty himself had a fat monster of a cock rammed into them with about as much care as a construction worker would use a sledgehammer. Not that the young man would have it any other way; with Devi in his life, he’d learned that sometimes, one had to learn to live on the wilder side, even if it meant being unable to walk properly for a couple of days afterwards. And with a brand new mound growing in between his legs, Qwerty couldn’t exactly say no to Devi’s enthusiasm, not when his own body was now fully equipped to deal with the demon’s gigantic shaft; hell, if anything, the one thing that was missing was him being bent over the bed… which, it seemed, was a thought that occurred to Devi as well; either that or the demon had read his mind, given the speed at which the two shifted positions so that Qwerty was placed at a ninety degree angle, bent over the sheets and ready to take that beast of a rod into him. He was moaning, and far more loudly than he could ever anticipate he would, something that only grew worse once he actually felt the demon’s tip push into him properly; after so many other occasions where Devi had to shrink himself down just so he could fit properly, being able to experience the demon’s full size was… certainly an experience. Granted, it did need him to grow an additional part of him that hadn’t been there before, but Qwerty wasn’t about to complain about that; not when he could feel a good two feet of cockmeat being pushed into him with zero care or concern for his bodily integrity, not when he could feel the warm gushing of pre already filling him to the bursting point and beyond. Poor Qwerty didn’t even notice the effects it was having on him until he chanced to bring his hands closer to his torso to readjust the sheets underneath him, at which point he realized he’d somehow developed a full pair of tits at some point! Round, soft, incredibly sensitive now that he was aware of them, the young man couldn’t help but notice that they were actually growing further with each thrust; every time he felt the energetic pounding of Devi’s cock, each time his entire body was moved forward as a result, was one more cup size. Each pumping of pre, each moment he spent feeling his insides bloat, was one where his new breasts did as well, leaving him speechless… and quite literally at that, since the demon was apparently not going to stop until he’d gone all the way. Devi had threatened that much before, but Qwerty had always assumed that they had been joking, since obviously no human being could be speared onto a dick and survive the ordeal; then again, no human being could grow a cunt just because they felt horny enough, nor did they have someone like Devi there to help them along, so what did Qwerty knew? Well, for starters, he knew that the tip of the demon’s shaft was going deeper and deeper into him with each bucking of Devi’s hips, inching closer and closer to the very center of his form as his entire body was turned into a glorified living condom; he wanted to say something, but for whatever reason his words got caught in his throat, probably as a result of all the cum he was spewing from it already. How exactly that worked in terms of piping was something Qwerty had no interest in asking himself; all that mattered was that he had a pussy big enough to reach the floor, a cock so large that it made his mound feel terribly undersized, and enough spunk being pumped into him that it was literally overflowing from his mouth, leaving him coughing and gagging as the amount of demonic seed just kept getting more and more ludicrous. Eventually, however, even this would be surpassed, as Devi clearly had no intentions of going light on him that day; sooner, rather than later, his whole body would be wrapped around the demon’s shaft, and just a few thrusts after that, Qwerty could feel as the monstrously oversized rod poked at the back of his throat, then further on, bit by bit, until his jaw, at long last, was locked into an open position, Devi’s dick protruding from his agape mouth, leaving the poor guy staked onto a dick so massive that, quite frankly, most of his body weight actually belonged to Devi at that point… Devi, who decided the best thing to do was to take a step back and pull his cock up, bringing it close to him so he could whisper once more into Qwerty’s ear. “That was a good warm-up”, came the magical words, “but I do hope you have room for more. I’ve barely started.”
“Package secured, moving to extraction… where is extraction again?” The loud grunt coming from the other side of the radio line was all that was needed for Toriel to start blushing wildly, right before having to fight back the urge to issue a torrent of apologies for having forgotten to properly memorize the floor plan for the millionth time. She was lucky the spider was as helpful as she was; wouldn’t be the first time the boss monster got lost because Muffet wasn’t around to help guide her through. “There should be a vent a few steps over to your left. Open it and go through, there should be an intersection after a few yards; let me know when you get there!” She nodded, even though her partner couldn’t see it, and waddled over to where her escape route was. Her body had been a bit of a bother lately when it came to her assignments, seeing as it had decided to start growing in all of the right (wrong?) places of its own accord. While usually she was still nimble enough to get through tight spaces, finding a way into the compound an hour before had taken substantially longer than normal, and the moment Toriel spotted the vent she was supposed to go into, her heart sunk on seeing how tiny it was. She felt like radioing in Muffet again, to ask for an alternate route. But with the facility already on high alert, that package she had strapped to her back needed to get out of there as quickly as possible. Sighing, Toriel yanked out the vent cover and carefully lowered the heavy-set briefcase into it, right before giving her body a bit of a squeeze everywhere. It was hard to tell which part of her was most likely to get stuck: her chest-covering breasts, her motherly, child-bearing hips or that beanbag she called an ass. It was a toss-up, really, and not one she was eager to flip a coin on, much less try in practice… but the alarms were still ringing and that package wasn’t going anywhere on its own, so down she went. … As expected. Even gravity wasn’t enough to prevent her bottom half from getting stuck in the vent, soft flesh overflowing even when covered by a skintight bodysuit, giving her enough pudge to hold onto while desperately trying to free herself from the stupid trap she’d thrown herself in. Miraculously, it seemed to work; through wriggling and squirming, her rear began to slip on through the tight opening, giving her just enough room to sink a few inches more… right before her bosom became stuck. “Come now…” she mumbled to herself, wanting to issue a few choice words at her own body for betraying her like that. Her one consolation was that her feet were touching the vent, though that was hardly much of a relief considering her body was now irrevocably stuck at the entrance. No matter how hard she pushed, her tits refused to squeeze into the hole, probably not helped by the utter lack of space underneath for them to squish into, leaving Toriel firmly in place with no chance of recovery. And what was worse, the radio had fallen too far away from her to be used, leaving the boss monster alone and without any prospect of rescue. Just like that one time three months before. She sighed, having no one to blame but herself; they had been the ones to indulge in their occasional growth spurts, deliberately keeping them going for long enough that their effects on her body compounded to the point they did. No one else had done that for her; it was entirely her doing. Still, why did it always have to come down to vents? Surely at some point their team would’ve thought to invest in some kind of high-strength wire and grappling hook combo, because frankly, it was getting ridiculous how often they had to cut metal off of her body. Plus the whole “wideload” jokes were getting old. She hiccuped. A moment of panic coursed through her before her mind settled. Maybe it was just a hiccup that time; wouldn’t be anything new, it happened on occasion. Heck, she hadn’t even grown the tiniest bit, so she was probably safe! And yet another hiccup, again from nowhere and without any warning, leaving her feeling bloated and mildly uncomfortable. A pressure was building inside of her stomach, one that each successive yelp and flinch only increased, a force that grew in intensity with each noise escaping from her throat. She knew what was coming, and it wasn’t going to be pretty; that her tits were feeling even tighter than normal after the tenth hiccup or so only served to confirm what she was already aware of, and the moment her belt loudly snapped off was the one she let out her last sigh for the night. There’d be no point fighting it anymore; not now. The vent around her began to groan, the metal being bent out of shape as every hiccup brought with it more size. Seemingly out of nowhere, Toriel’s body grew in every direction, filling with what was either phantom, weightless mass or pure air, taking in as much as it could from the surroundings and already straining her trap’s ability to contain her. There wouldn’t be any ring of debris around her by the time the mission was over; hell, her team was lucky if there was a building left by the time she was done. Of course, the boss monster was in no way worried about any of that; as soon as she felt herself inflate, any thought but that of indulging in her growth vacated the premises as quickly as she herself was supposed to have had, leaving only desire, lust and a little bit of her humor behind just in case anyone needed a bad pun about snails. Mostly lust though, to be perfectly honest. The vent itself lasted a good minute or so before being busted beyond repair, unable to deal with the sudden expansion of flesh tearing it to shreds from the inside. For Toriel, this registered as a very faint, almost imperceptible sense of tightness around her waist that barely compared to what she was feeling overall; when one’s body rapidly became so expansive that it cracked through concrete, it was hard to care about a piece of easily-bent metal. Somewhere out in the distance, Muffet and the rest of the observation team were already facepalming at what was going on, correctly deducing that their infiltrator was going through yet another inflationary episode after they failed to report back. Well, that, and the odd moaning floating through the air to where they were. The guards alerted by the many alarms congregated on Toriel’s location, hoping to find a single, regular-sized person they could surround a demand a surrender from. Instead, not only did they spot their quarry atop a roof, but had the pleasure of being given a front row seat to what was a doubled-up-in-size boss monster struggling to make room for herself amidst a collapsing building. Her chest had (literally) ballooned to nearly thrice its size, burying her face underneath it, while her ass and thighs widened enough to completely destroy the vent system she was supposed to have escaped in, leaving the package to fall down into the lower floors. Rather than worry about that, however, the motherly gote had to deal with a belly that seemed to be gaining size from absolutely nothing, yet another symptom of her sudden bouts of expansion. For some, it would look to be heavy; it was certainly massive, after all, so clearly it had to be hard to carry around. The secret was that it was anything but; her inflated self was quite light, in fact, courtesy of it being some odd kind of wind magic going completely haywire, making it the primary reason why they struggled so hard to leave the tight confines of the structure they were stuck in: if she didn’t, there was a non-zero chance the pressure of “poppping” out of her tight confines would send her flying out of control instead of just making her flail about helplessly just a few feet off the ground. Mercifully, she managed to dislodge herself just in the nick of time, a few brief seconds before her arms began to bulge out as well, leaving her arms stuck between countless folds of inflated flesh. Down below, the multitude of armed personnel were aghast at the sight, with no clue as to what to do. Expecting a simple thief, to be given a living balloon that kept on inflating despite the lack of any obvious source of air was… confusing. Arousing to some, but mostly confusing. After a brief radio call with their chief of security, during which most of the group had to yell and convince them that they were, in fact, seeing what they were seeing, the guards vanished, only to return a few minutes later carrying several long ropes. Toriel sighed, in the process inviting enough air into her that her cheeks began to puff up as well. She berated herself for even opening her mouth at all; it always ended up in the exact same thing, with most of her face buried by two colossal, puffy spheres attached to either side of it. It’d be bearable if it didn’t feel so good as well; her whole body was so wonderfully warm, despite being out in the cold night, that she might as well be taking a bath in freshly-drawn water. Her mind kept trying to relax, to succumb to the sensations and let itself move around aimlessly, adrift in a sea of its own making; it took Toriel trying to focus to keep her mind at least the tiniest bit sharp, even if it did nothing but let her watch as her imprisonment came ever closer. The guards underneath her surrounded the building she was hovering around, firing the ropes from one side to the other with large grappling guns. A few of the hooks grazed her, almost ripping her suit apart in multiple places; it was a wonder how it was still in one piece, but that was hardly the weirdest part about that night. After a few minutes there were so many ropes over her body that most of her back was squishing between them, giving the men below enough leverage to start pulling her back down. Perhaps they expected her to destroy the building, or at least flatten it enough to give them easy access. But seeing as how Toriel was light enough to float, all her body ended up doing was… press softly against the concrete. The destroyed vent was only made that way thanks to the silliness of trying to contain her; as soon as she was free, Toriel was no more capable of wrecking anything than a literal blimp was. A blimp that was now detained and in severe need of rescue, even as her body continued to slowly inflate, leaving her legs and now-buried feet for last. The boss monster would’ve loved to say something about that, but seeing as how her head was buried by its own cheeks, it became hard to do anything but moan quietly, silently complaining about her own predicament. Off in the distance, Muffet threw her binoculars onto the ground and groaned loud enough for the rest of the crew to tell her to be quiet. She couldn’t believe Toriel went and got herself captured, again; she darn well told her to make sure to keep her magic balanced before infiltrating the compound, and now look at what happened! They were going to have to risk life and limb to get her back, and even then only when she deflated back to normal! And who knows what she was going to look like after emptying out? They’d be lucky if they could even walk with how big they were going to get!
As the memories came rushing in, so too did Vivian’s awareness of her own self, the new body that her ascension had created in order to house her infinite magnificence… though, “body” might not exactly be the best descriptor for it. She certainly looked the way she did before, albeit with far more exaggerated characteristics. Her species’ traits were on full display: the fur patterns were pretty standard, even her paws were exactly the way they were supposed to be; in fact, at first glance, one might be forgiven for thinking they were just a really, really big Delphox, but in truth, she had no real body to herself… or rather, the thing that she had wasn’t a physical form so much as a metaphysical manifestation of her willpower, imposed upon the substrate of super-reality in a way that would make sense to her. She was, after all, new to this whole goddess business, at least when she wasn’t fully aware of the fact that she’d obviously always existed, so it was likely she’d end up shedding her form into something a bit more transcendent… eventually. For the time being, this more comprehensible shell around her true self would have to do, especially when she realized just how much of existence was being held together as a consequence of said shell existing. It took a while before she tuned in to the lower realities, given that her sense of self operated on a scale so vast that it was difficult to even conceptualize anything that didn’t have to be measured in the lengths of multiversal clusters. An initial scan of her avatar revealed that its proportions were suitably exaggerated beyond the realm of what could even be considered possible: first off, her tail expanded with so much fluff that it just ceased being after a certain point, melting away to become the very background upon which all of everything was kept safe and warm; this went magnificently with the way that her ass had billowed outwards to effectively become all of the not-space “behind” her, making it difficult to tell just what was her body and what was not. The exact same happened out in front, with her tits being little more than a wall of pure softness that she could lean onto and use for comfort, though not without potentially endangering all the little ones living on it; though initially surprising, a few moments of thought were all she needed to come to the conclusion that yes, it did make perfect sense for all things that were, had been and ever would be to come to reside within her bosom. It was poetic, in a way that she very rarely got to think about, and it was probably the way her godlike mind came up with so that she could pay attention to everything that was now hers to look after, as the top goddess to end all other divinities; at the end of the day, if the entirety of existence had been placed upon her butt, she’d constantly have to look back to check in on it, and that’d just be a mess. No, it made perfect sense for her to look into her bust and see every single instance of reality, every bubble that made up every universe, collecting together into vast structures marking a single multiverse, each of which would then find another one to link up to. Vivian could tell where these links were made, strands that to her looked small, but which in reality would be enough to siphon entire cosmos’ worth of matter without much difficulty; perhaps, in time, one civilization among all others would figure out a way to travel using those links, and then maybe they would fully understand what kind of existence it was they lived in. For the foreseeable future though, this wonderfully beautiful lattice was Vivian’s and only Vivian’s to appreciate… though it did remind her of something that had slipped her mind up until then: her own universe. It was hard to spot in between all the others, and at times during her search the Delphox considered putting her fingers in there and carefully nudging all those other existences out of the way, this before coming to the conclusion that doing so might prove disastrous for whoever lived there; she didn’t trust herself enough to enact any large-scale change to the very fabric of meta-existence (yet), so it fell on her observation skills to pick out her former home from amidst a collection of possibly literally countless iterations of the same universal formula. The twinkling lights, for that was all that they were to her at her size, all mixed together in a twinkling display that at times made it difficult to even see her bust at all; it would occasionally fade out of existence just enough for her to become one with everything, and where just before had been a well-defined, semi-physical pair of breasts would then be a vast, empty nothingness serving as the cradle for everything that was and would be. It would turn back around eventually though, and Vivian would then have to work extra hard to keep her mind on track, it being difficult to focus when one’s brain wasn’t really in a state of physicality and one’s soul kept trying to push through to proper formless divinity; but the Delphox had something to do, and this one certainty was enough to help her march onwards, even if she had to stop for what felt like aeons at a time just to catch her breath… or whatever counted as that for her “body”. She would, eventually, run into it: her home reality, or at the very least what remained of it. With equal parts terror and dismay, Vivian realized that her ascension had left her home dimension just the slightest bit broken and bent out of shape; it wasn’t completely destroyed, but the spatio-temporal distortions running rampant through it all-but guaranteed that anyone stuck living inside of it was not having a good time. What was worse, the more she looked, the more her attention revealed to her something ghastly: that particular universe was stuck in a loop. It would seem that her using it as a proverbial egg had effectively left that little bubble without a reason to exist beyond the moment of her transcendent second birth, so whenever its history reached the point where she broke free from its bounds, it would go back to its own beginning and play itself out, again and again, for all of eternity if nothing was done about it. Vivian was on the verge of tears as she thought about all the lives she had accidentally ruined, all stuck in an endless cycle that they were unable to break free from, a cycle which she could only hope they weren’t aware of. But, just as she was about to start wiping her eyes, she realized something, something so basic that the Delphox felt like slapping herself on the back of the head for having failed to see it until just then: she was a goddess. It felt like such a simple statement, and yet the true meaning and consequence of it hadn’t dawned on her until that exact moment. She was a goddess, the goddess, a creature of such impossibly vast magnificence that to even attempt to understand her would be folly; her being was of such a scale that to comprehend it would require several degrees of divinity itself, her power unmatched, her will the very substrate upon which the interstitial not-being that served as a medium for the things that were resided. If that sparkling, endless collection of lights was the garden of life, she was the planet upon which the garden was located, and that meant she had access to a certain few perks, such as the ability to simply reform realities if she so desired. It wasn’t something she wanted to do, because if nothing else, Vivian at least respected the independence and free will of those littles one inhabiting the many universes she cared for; but, the more she looked at her old home, the more she came to understand how broken it truly was, the more she realized it had to be done. Thankfully, it wasn’t exactly hard for her to reform existence in accordance with her desires and whims; in fact, it was quite literally as simple as her tuning into one of these realities and merely remembering how things had been, tapping into the existing history of that particular universe and giving it a good reboot as it played through her head and she got rid of all the bits that didn’t help anyone. Now, she didn’t really intend for any changes to take place; after all, the whole point of resetting her old home dimension was for Vivian to make sure that the ones still living within it, her mom included, would be able to keep living their lives past the point where she ascended to the halls of divinity. She’d come up with a way to visit them later, after things were fixed and she didn’t have to worry about things going to hell just by her paying closer attention than usual, but for the time being, the plan was to just put things back where they belonged and see where they went from there. Was, because it no longer applied. While little more than an inclination at first, the inkling of a fragment of an idea, this nebulous core began to ferment and solidify as the Delphox waited for her home universe to go through a full cycle so she could catch it at just the right moment. It was a tiny voice in the back of her voice, eventually metastasizing into a whole chorus, expressing to her a need that Vivian wasn’t even aware she had: the need to put herself into the story. In truth, some part of her regretted having ascended as quickly as she had; not because it was bad, per se, but mostly due to it having taken place so unexpectedly that the rest of her universe didn’t get to go through it like she did. Hell, Vivian herself only vaguely remembered the details of that infinitely-stretched moment, let alone others who weren’t as blessed and empowered as her; therefore, as she waited for history to repeat itself for just long enough that she could start rewriting it properly, the idea formed fully in her head: what if, instead of simply putting things back the way they were before, then worrying about how to insert herself into the story later, she just… placed herself in the narrative beforehand? It’d made for a perfect testing ground for later fun romps, plus she could always go back and fix things if they went out of control; besides, it would fix the main issue, which was that she never actually finished a shoot to begin with! It sounded so silly to worry about that of all things, but there was still a fragment of her that really, truly wanted to go through an entire film shoot just like she’d promised her mother she would, and if this was a way for her to do that, then Vivian was going to hold onto that opportunity like her life depended on it. With a smile, Vivian snatched her home dimension from her bosom at just the right time, exactly at the point of her ascension; this way, she could ensure she had the entirety of its history to play around with, to insert herself in just the right moments that she could spread the glory and pleasure of her divine self with all those that now lived under her care. Closing her eyes, the Delphox began to divest herself from her avatar, allowing her true self to seep into that one tiny, glinting firefly-like pinprick of light. They would soon know her for what she was. And they would rejoice.
At least in part, the Lugia felt like he should get up purely to keep Mika from going away; he couldn’t think of any reason why they would do such a thing, his being mind slightly too preoccupied with what it was going through to draw any conclusions from anything, but Kinachi did know that if the skunk and him parted ways, then the two of them couldn’t experience this blessed outcome together. If that were true, then what was the point of it? Surely, Mika realized that the Lugia had brought this upon them purely because he wanted the two of them to relax and spend some time unwinding, even if the unfortunate side-effects were entirely accidental; why, then, would the skunk want to just walk away from that, to throw themselves into the bathroom and go through this blissful ascension into the halls of utmost, divine pleasure without their friend by their side? Granted, it wasn’t as if either of them could really do anything in the state that they were in, but surely the thought counted, didn’t it? Kinachi assumed it did, but then again, almost immediately afterwards forgot what it was he was supposed to be assuming anything about; the entire train of thought that led him to the conclusion that Mika should remain seated lasted about as long as any given thought could, and then immediately vanished into the aether as it was consumed by yet another wave of electrical discharges firing up his spine, duly overriding anything but the intense, unwavering need to cum even harder than they already were. Such was the Lugia’s fate, surrendered as he was to his basest desires and most animalistic of motivations, that he was entirely unable to hold onto a thought for much longer than it took to formulate it; he’d probably end up crafting that string of conclusions regarding his friend several times over again, and each and every single attempt would end in the same way: his mind blanking out, his body telling him to stop thinking, and then the cycle repeating itself, albeit with each iteration robbing Kinachi further of even more of his reasoning ability. To some extent, Mika was aware of this, even if they couldn’t quite put it into words; it was more of a subconscious realization for the skunk, a vague awareness that if they stopped moving and let their body dictate the terms of what happened going forward and how, then they wouldn’t have a chance in hell of ever returning to normal. The assumption that this endless discharge would, in fact, be endless, became the foundational principle for everything that Mika did in those critical moments, driven by the fear that they were cursed to cum their brains out at every second of every day for the rest of their life; assuming that held up, then clearly they should at least try and stop their spunk from flooding their apartment… even if only to help prolong the eternal orgasm for as long as it could go. After all, if the two of them put together could easily fill up all available volume, then they would eventually be forced to stop once they were fully encased in virile seed, whereas if Mika went to the trouble of heaving their body into the bathtub and unplugging the drain, then at least the house had some way of venting all of those excess fluids. It was utterly nonsensical as a “reasonable” solution, plus it was predicated entirely on unknowns that even the skunk realized they had no way of knowing for certain, but it was preferable to having nothing at all… at least in their mind. It could be that the only reason they felt this way was because it gave them something to work towards, a goal to be reached rather than just an empty, mindless need to sit around and let themselves get covered by their own cum like Kinachi was doing; it could be that, as soon as they reached the bathtub, there wouldn’t really be anything there for them, that for all of their brave and genuine attempts at fixing their problem, it would only get worse over time. But as Mika dragged themselves out of the living room, keeping at least one hand on the wall next to them at any given time, as they forced themselves to walk through the hallway and into their bathroom, as their face broke out into a shambled smile when they finally saw the tub… well, at least it was something. Not a lot, but… something. They knew that the instant their butt was firmly inside the bathtub, it would all be over. Their muscles would go limp, all control over their body would be rescinded, and there would be nothing left in their mind but the incessant need to cum, to always cum, to never stop cumming no matter how tired they were; this was something they had accepted from the moment they got up from the couch, however long ago that had been, and though part of them wanted to stop and reconsider this approach, perhaps even suggest that the best course of action would be to just walk around the house instead of settling in, the truth of the matter was that Mika was… tired. Tired from a full day of work, tired from having their body slip away from their control, tired because their whole form had been assaulted by some kind of backfiring magic curse and now they couldn’t stop unloading their spunk wherever their cock was pointed, and frankly, they just wanted to rest. There was a very good chance they wouldn’t be able to fall asleep regardless of how exhausted they were, given the sort of sensations that kept crashing into them from seemingly all directions, but at least when they finally climbed into the tub and allowed themselves to sink into it, they could try; maybe they would succeed, and wake up who knew how many hours later completely coated in their seed? Maybe they’d be roused from their slumber when they were so caked in the stuff that they couldn’t even breathe properly, and whatever was left of their sense of self-preservation jolted them back to the waking world so they could do something about that. Or maybe they just wouldn’t wake up, not until it was all over, only to find out that it had been several days, they were immensely dehydrated, and everything underneath their home had been flooded by the inevitable infiltration, seeing as the structural integrity between different floors wasn’t exactly the best and insulation good enough to keep those amounts of liquids back would be prohibitively expensive. Whatever the case may be, Mika only knew one thing: they not only wanted to get in the tub, they needed to get into it, because it was the only way that they could ever possibly survive whatever came next; were they to keep trying to stand up, there was a reasonable chance they would eventually trip and crack their head open on a sharp edge, especially with how slippery all of that cum on the ground was, so really, giving up and throwing themselves into the bathtub was the better option. At least, that’s what they kept telling themselves as they carefully, yet still haphazardly hoisted themselves over the edge and into the tub proper, fumbling the landing and ending up having to turn around while having their face blasted with thick ropes of their seed; ultimately though, the lubrication helped them get into a much better position, and as soon as they got comfortable, Mika felt their consciousness very quickly begin to ebb away, replaced by an overwhelmingly comfortable sensation of warmth, of softness, of being carried atop an ocean of velvet… if only they surrendered themselves to it, of course. The skunk should pay no heed to the occasional dripping of spunk from the ceiling, nor the odd rope of cum striking them directly whenever their dick twitched in just the right direction, they should just go with the flow and enjoy things while they lasted… so they did. The thought of going to sleep and only waking up when things were done didn’t seem so bad if they could do so while in the comforting warmth of that tub, and so, within seconds, Mika was already well on their way to going under for the foreseeable future. A similar process took place back in the living room, albeit only after Kinachi tried to get up to follow his friend, only to immediately trip and fall face-forward onto the thick pool of cum that covered most of the floor around him. Part of his mind had insisted that he at least try to ascertain where his friend might’ve gone to, but seeing as this cordoned-off section of his sense of self was in no way in control of his muscles, it didn’t take more than a single attempted step before the Lugia’s whole body collapsed into a crumpled heap and his nostrils were filled by the overpowering, musky scent of the unholy mixture of the two friend’s spunk. It was more delicious than it had any right to be, though Kinachi knew better than to try and taste it; if he did, then he’d end up gorging himself and not be able to stop, and that would put a damper on the main attraction of the show, that being the actual cumming itself. He knew that, if he was just patient, then he would eventually be covered in so much of the stuff that really all he’d have to do would be to open his mouth and gallons of it would flow freely down his throat, so really, why even bother with the small stuff around him? Better than he focus entirely on getting as much of the house flooded as he could, as a sort of investment into the future; after all, the only thing needed of the Lugia was for him to turn back around and let his back be flat against the floor, with his body happy to take the reins past that point. One twitch at a time, rope after rope of cum, endless, bottomless, seemingly produced from thin air, fired from the tip of Kinachi’s cock, never to stop no matter how much it should’ve already; the curse was potent, that much was certain, so much so that the Lugia felt a certain twinge of pride in what he was able to accomplish. He was certain that, if he’d actually tried, he would never have been able to do it, no matter how much effort he put into it; this sort of thing was entirely the product of random happenstance and copious amounts of luck, and if there was any negative aspect about it, it was the realization that he wouldn’t be able to replicate it later on. No, this was a one-time affair… which, frankly, only made it more important for him to enjoy it while it still lasted, assuming that it wouldn’t just keep going permanently (or at least until someone found them after they were declared missing); if it was a case of him being unable to call upon this sort of madness whenever he damn well felt like it, then the only logical conclusion to this, at least in Kinachi’s mind, was that he should make the absolute best of it, much like he assumed Mika was doing in the bathroom, whatever it was they were occupying themselves with in there. Maybe it would. Maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe it shouldn’t end but eventually the entire apartment collapsed under the weight of several days’ worth of constant, non-stop climaxes. Maybe the two of them would become encased in the stuff, like insects in amber. Many possibilities, none of which truly mattered, because in the end, only one thing was even remotely important for the two friends at that stage: They had to cum more.
Ashfall "Gods dammit!" the warrior snarled as she surveyed the towering fortress before her. There was only one way in for her today, heavily guarded, but totally wide open. She was familiar with the castle, having snuck in on several occasions, being actually invited several more, but tonight there was a whole new sort of danger that just made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. "It's a damned dinner party, Ashe!" she scolded herself, "Lady Thanatos may be the most powerful necromancer you've ever heard of, a High Priestess of Arimus the Scythe, and had dealings in two plots that you managed to foil. But she's also the rightfully elected Arcane Protector of Haven City." Ashe drew in another deep breath. Despite the fact that her outfit for this evening covered far more of her skin than her typical battle attire did, she felt utterly naked without her staff-spear and her usual assortment of spellbound trinkets. Despite her feelings of unease, Ashe was certain that Haven City's most powerful mage was not going to rip out her heart and devour it in front of a gathering of the city's most powerful and influential residents. Warriors, wizards, merchants, and monsters alike had all been invited and everyone would be in their best attire and on their best behavior. Looking up out of her carriage at the roof of the now-truncated ex-skyscraper, Ashe could see the familiar green-and-black-scaled form of Calxethon seated atop what was one a helicopter landing pad. Even the great darkwyrm had left his remote mountain lair in order to attend. Though every year there were occasional incidents, as one would expect when you brought mortal foes into close proximity, Ashe could see the sense in it. Up past the towering buildings of downtown Haven city was the black expanse of the sky, and the reasoning for tonight's gathering; the Shining Star had set beneath the horizon, while her sister the Corrupting Star shown down her cold green-blue light. Tonight the red moon Arimus would be directly overhead, the Smoking Moon's power over the summer sky above Haven City soon to wan in favor of Megatatheon, the Shining Star and brighter of the two suns in the sky. Arimus embodied the Flame, the dark side of fire. He was of destruction, of rage, of unbridled appetites. When the world was broken and the pieces carried over into this new world it was Arimus that had taken the denizens of the Abyss and the undead under his burning wings. His worship was the acclimation of power by any means necessary. And in the midst of his 28 days as the ruling power over Haven City's skies the summoning of demons and the creation of undead would be the easiest they could possible be. Especially with Megatatheon in Submission, the lower of the two stars in the sky. Her pure light was anathema to many of Arimus' preferred minions. Tonight was the night of the new world's two year cycle with the most potential for carnage and mayhem. So it made sense for the Arcane Protector of Haven City to bring all the worst of the potential troublemakers under her eye, on a night where her own already incredible power would too be at its peak. The Lady's origins were unknown; she was not from the world Haven City came from, nor of the world whose people had come to call it home. Whispers told that she was a Goddess of Death from one of the many worlds whose pieces had been cast into the Void, snatched up by one of the Solar Goddesses and placed upon the strange world of Theon. Ashe had almost grown used to the nearly empty, starless sky. The manifold points of brightness were long gone, however. They were replaced by the comforting red light of Psia, the Knowing Star, in the north and the flesh-warping purple light of Krygar, the Mutant Star in the south. The two fixed points shone forever in the skies of Theon, the strange donut-shaped world to which Ashe and all the other residents of Haven City had been brought to. When one left the lights of the city behind, however, one could see that the night sky was not truly empty. The tiny, dim lights of comets and meteors could be seen. Ice, rock, and metal often used as tools of the Celestials. One such comet was the reason why the upper half of the skyscraper before her had been sheered off and sent toppling into other buildings. Lailaxetheon, Ashe used her full, draconic name like most mages did, was not fond of the types of civilization and technology that her solar sister, Megatatheon, favored. She was fond of using her gathered comets to rain destruction down upon unoccupied bastions of high technology and her very light would on occasion cause metal to rust, erode, decay, or warp into another material entirely. She was least fond of iron and steel, and even her light could do little to gold, silver, and adamant. Of the Great Metals only Iron easily succumbed to Lailaxet's corruption. Ashe's own staff-spear was tipped with an enchanted crystalline head and she found herself once more missing its familiar weight upon her back or in her hand. Lady Thanatos insisted upon no weaponry or spell-infused items being brought to her party. Any trouble that occurred would be fueled by physical power of a warrior and the inner mana reserve of a spellcaster, in most cases severely limiting the amount of destruction that could occur. The summoner stood from her seat as her carriage moved forward, inching her closer to being the next in line to walk the red carpet into the building. Ashe sighed once more and began looking over her appearance in the full-length mirror that had been incorporated into the interior of the carriage. Likely it had been placed there for this exact purpose, each of the guest carriages was one of the Lady's and driven by one of her skeletal minions. They were well-dressed, nicely polished skeletal minions, but still uncomfortably undead creatures. Despite feeling naked and unarmored in it, Ashe was actually rather fond of the outfit she had chosen for the party. It was of the latest style favored by the nobility in all of the Seventeen Kingdoms, crafted from one of the strange new fabrics of the technological world, called Latex. It had actually been designed with some similarities to Ashe's usual battle garb, the lower portion of the dress was essentially a loincloth and a breechcloth, a weighted strip of fabric hanging down in front and in back, leaving Ashe's legs free and unhindered. Her top, however, was totally unlike the midriff-baring, simple tied off top that mages of her order wore. The top of her dress was essentially a sort of jacket, albeit one that exposed a great deal of her cleavage. She supposed the combination in the heat of summer would be ill-advised for anyone else, especially in a crowded environment. But her magic, and most of her summons, were of an elemental ice and water in nature, and the flow of elemental strength through her kept her cool even in the heat of summer. Ashe slowly turned and admired her dress, along with her thigh-high latex boots. Her combat instructor would have screamed her head off at the sight of them. Decidedly not practical for combat, but they added several inches to Ashe's already generous height and wearing them around did wonders to tighten up her rump. Beauty was a weapon. None of her instructors had taught her that. It had taken a dire foe to teach that particular lesson. But it was one that Ashe found herself glad to have learned. Her self-admiration was helping to sooth her nerves and made her feel less twitchy without a weapon within arm's reach. Almost unbidden the image of her foe slipped into her mind. Like many others the creature known as Dark Seraphim was a product of two worlds, half of her a feline demon known as a Rakshasa, the other half a common succubus. Summoning spells on the Faults, the areas between placed realms, was always risky. It had been made even moreso by taking place during Theon's equivalent to a full moon, when one of the twelve were directly overhead. The Lorekeepers said that once only the two Solar Goddesses, Megatatheon and Lailaxetheon could slip between dimensions, seeking pieces of unwanted worlds cast adrift in the void, or sent their by cataclysmic spells or terrible doomsday weapons. But as time went on more of their children began to be able to do the same. Psia and Krygar, the Stellar Goddesses, had been the first to discover how. Then came the other two Comet Bearers, Xailon and Urdent, of chilling ice and living water. The waters told their cousins and siblings of the Rains, and boastful Ursa the Storm told her fellow Warrior Moons. Soon after all knew the secret, and all sought out the means of their own amusement in the timeless emptiness between realities. Dark Sera, as she'd come to be known, had become a disciple of Gerrig, the Lady of Lusts, and sought to aid her mistress by providing a focal point in which to bring succubi from the void to Theon. Ashe had managed to put a stop to the summoning, disrupting it by knocking Sera into her own summoning circle. The result had not been pretty. Oh no. Sera was to pretty what the ocean was to wet. The striped succubus seemed to be the very embodiment of wicked beauty. It was almost bewitching at times. Even now Ashe had to focus on aspects of the demon's body that she found repulsive, the hideous eyes upon her hands, her belly, her brow. Not merely satisfied with Gerrig's power, Sera had made deals with the minions of Krygar the Corruptor. The taint of the Void leaving its mark on her. But still those deformities seemed to only add to Sera's beauty, blemishes that served to make her more real than the image of almost artificial perfection that she had been. Or more likely her beauty was merely some sort of spiritual echo left upon the souls of those she came into contact with. Ashe found herself blushing as the carriage came to a stop, recalling the night the two of them had faced a common foe beneath Ursa the Stormbringer, hiding in the ruins together for mutual warmth and comfort. It had turned into more than comforting. If things had gone differently the two could have been something other than enemies, something deeper than friends. But Sera served the darkness, and Ashe the light. And so long as that was the case, they would be enemies. The summoner drew a breath as she recalled the caress of perfectly smooth skin, the silken envelope of wings, the tickle of claws upon her bared skin... She let out a growl and punched the side of the carriage, the pain focusing her as a skeletal attendant opened the door and beckoned her towards the gathering beyond. Ashe would likely have to spend the evening feigning politeness to old foes and verbally jousting with quick-tongue cowards whose remarks would otherwise net them a bludgeoning with the butt-end of her staff-spear. Now was not a time to be distracted by what might have been if things had gone differently. Just a little bit differently. Such a small, tiny change. Ashe would've been surprised to know just how very little it took to turn a foe into a friend, her bane into her beloved, the dark angel into a radiant demon. It would be an even greater surprise to learn that it took even less to bring the opposite to pass.
For it wasn’t just a regular hiccup, but one provided by someone on the scale of the Latias, someone whose body was, by the time that small bump in the road came along, about as large as the whole island had been before the water was drained from around it… a body that grew larger still the more milk Sierra carelessly gulped down, each hiccup that resulted from it leading to further size spurts of a scale so grandiose that even the growing demi-goddess couldn’t explain just what in blazes was actually happening. She wasn’t ordering her body to grow like that (she would know otherwise; it wouldn’t be the first time she thought about it), yet there it was, burgeoning outwards so quickly that all the Latias could do was… well, she couldn’t exactly watch, given where her head was, but she could certainly feel as every hiccup caused her form to explode in every direction, taking up so much more room that, soon enough, Emily would look downright microscopic next to her. Poor Kitty took the brunt of the impact, with every spasm on Sierra’s part causing enough vibrations to course through the bigger cat on whose lap he was sitting that he felt like he had turned into gelatin, vibrating with an intensity that couldn’t possibly be good for him. In spite of it all though, it felt good; he didn’t know why, but the sequence that started with Sierra hiccuping and ended with him feeling Emily’s body shake all over, transferring some of that energy to himself, left him with his head in the clouds, so utterly ecstatic that he wouldn’t trade it for anything else on the planet… which, given the rate Sierra was growing, would probably turn out to be a quite literal descriptor sooner rather than later. The Latias might be a demi-goddess, and one very much in control of their powers, but they were still a Latias, and thus subject to certain rules that simply couldn’t be broken without flagrant abuse of deific reality manipulation, abuse that Sierra hadn’t managed to learn just yet; one of them, as it seemed, was activated by her gulping down the generous amount of milk Emily provided, though why or how she couldn’t tell. Her whole body felt warm, warmer than it already was in fact, and in just a few seconds after the first hiccup, it began glowing; it couldn’t be an evolution, given what she was… but it could be a mega-evolution. She’d heard about them, heard about what they did to those lucky few who were blessed by such a state, and though she’d never achieved it herself, it had been on Sierra’s to-do list for several years at that point; that she would inadvertently scratch it off without even intending to, thanks mostly to Emily’s contributions, was the cherry on top of the proverbial cake as far as the Latias was concerned. No more worries, no more issues, just herself, growing so utterly enormous that she would dwarf everything and anything she’d ever known; for it wouldn’t merely be enough for her to mega-evolve, she would have to do so in such a fashion that every ounce of divine power she’d been holding back was brought out and brought to bear, even if it meant barrelling through everything in sight without care nor concern for whoever might be in the way. A single-track mind, but really, at that point, who was going to stop her? Emily had apparently decided to enable her, so as far as Sierra was concerned, she stood unopposed… or, well, lay unopposed, given that her belly was so colossal that any attempt at doing anything other than rolling on top of it would be a futile effort at the best of times. Then again, she didn’t need anything else; in fact, she had her belly, and that was all that mattered in the end: her belly, huge, vast, becoming even larger with each hiccup, turning more rounded the further the mega-evolution came to be. It was her best asset, the best part of her, and as soon as it, along with the rest of her, came to be enveloped in a blinding white light, it would soon be a blessing given freely to everyone on the planet; all they had to do was look up and watch, and they would soon see the Latias’ gut looming over them, replacing the sky and the horizon with such thorough efficiency that, really, no one would even miss the Sun at all! At the end of the day, Sierra could use her powers to light up her triangle markings and use that as a replacement, a thought that drove her so maddeningly close to the edge that it was a wonder she didn’t cross it; alas, her mind had better things to worry about, such as suddenly having a whole lot more Sierra to go around, forcing an already overtaxed brain to have to handle such a wild increase in sensory input that it was entirely unsurprising that the Latias would feel lightheaded after just a few seconds. For her mega-evolution, in sharp contrast to most others, was not a rapid affair; not only was Sierra already massive to begin with, thus leading to her mega-evolved form needing to be proportionally gargantuan, but she was feeding the process directly using her powers, turning what should have been a straightforward jump in size and power into something of a metamorphosis, where her true divine self made its way out of the mental pit it was hiding in now that it had a chance to impose itself upon the world. For Emily and Kitty, stuck staring at it while it happened, the process looked to be little more than one final growth spurt; even the larger feline, who should have known better, failed to pick up on the more godlike aspects of it, figuring that the whole thing was just an accidental energy discharge and nothing else. Emily couldn’t have guessed that, in just over the course of a single minute, Sierra would go from her already-colossal state to such an immense size that neither the demi-goddess cat nor her precious little consort would be able to tell just what they were looking at… mostly because both of them were buried underneath a tiny fraction of the Latias’ belly, surrounded on all sides by so much warm, soft pudge that they almost instantly fell unconscious from pure stimulation alone. It was an invitation, in a way; Sierra was telling them that they were safe, that they could close their eyes and just be, and she’d take over the rest. The giantess was letting them know that she was now in charge, and as a merciful goddess, a true and ascended divinity who no longer cared to prefix herself with a demi- descriptor, she would take good care of the whole planet. She was, after all, becoming big enough to hold it safely within the warmth of her gut; it didn’t take a lot of time for the gravitational dance between herself and the planet to shift, with their homeworld starting to orbit around Sierra rather than her being stuck on its surface. Granted, this did require swatting the Moon away, but the tiny rock was hardly necessary anyway; the Latias could just keep the tides going, the rotation in its proper state, by sheer virtue of her power having been unleashed. As she found herself being almost pulled into outer space, her form no longer capable of being on the planet anymore, what Sierra saw underneath her was her dominion: the planet and all its people, all of its animals and plants, every inch of its surface, both underwater and not, was hers by right. Only she had ever achieved a level of power grand enough to loom over the entire world, only she had every truly ascended to a divine state; Emily might’ve had the potential for it, but the cat clearly didn’t want that responsibility, or else they would’ve drank some of their own milk at some point in the point. No, the cat had given her that gift, which could only mean that they had chosen her to be the guardian god for their shared homeworld… at least, that’s how Sierra chose to interpret the sequence of events that led to her growing so much that her belly alone was the size of the planet she had just left, with the rest of her body becoming long enough that she could easily wrap herself around the equatorial line (or could’ve, if her belly wasn’t in the way). It only made sense that she had been chosen to do that job, that she had been ordained by fate (with some help from Emily) to transcend the life of a mere mortal and become something greater; after all, who else but her could literally take the whole world in her wings and invite it over to snuggle against her rotund gut? Who else but her had the power to keep said world from disintegrating when she did so, keeping the tidal forces produced by her immense mass from tearing the planet apart, or the physical contact from smashing it into pieces? It was her plaything, yes, but it was also her charge, and Sierra would be damned before she let any harm come to that world or the many tiny ones on it, not the least of which because Emily was still down there somewhere. Their presence was faint, but it was still clearly there, still on the same island where the two of them had met what felt like aeons prior; the feline was so miniscule, so… insignificant. Sierra didn’t want to think of them in those terms, but it was supremely difficult to ignore just how much Emily wasn’t living up to their potential; she had, after all, helped the Latias achieve a state of true goddesshood, so why was she still down below, still tiny, still so weak? Why wasn’t she big, bigger, biggest even, using her own contained power to become all that she could be? As much as Sierra enjoyed the notion of being the supreme protector of her homeworld, the fact of the matter was that Emily was the one mainly responsible for her own ascension, leaving the Latias feeling dreadfully lonely now that she knew she had a peer somewhere on that planet she was smushing against her belly, yet a peer that didn’t want to join her for some reason. Wouldn’t it be far better if the two of them were just as massive as one another? Wouldn’t it be so much more transcendent of an experience if both demi-goddesses dropped the prefix and lived exactly as they should, bathing in the endless wellspring of divine power that flowed from within them? Sierra certainly thought so, and Emily should as well; in fact, the Latias wasn’t going to float there and let Emily sit around and do nothing, unwilling to reap the benefits from their grand work. No, the planet-sized giantess was going to make damned sure that Emily knew what she was feeling, by abusing the mental link between the two to overload the feline with but a fraction of the total sensations coursing through her body at the time. It was a brutish method, lacking any sort of sophistication… but it worked. Down below, still on the island, holding onto Kitty like a plush toy while staring up at an incomprehensibly huge Latias, Emily felt the giantess’ touch; she felt her mind, probing into hers, opening up a back channel to flood her own brain with enough information that, for a brief moment, Emily wasn’t even Emily anymore… until, of course, she wrenched control of herself back from the onslaught, now possessed of a new goal, one born from that moment of dissociation where the cat goddess got to experience what it was like to be at the top of their game. Sierra thought that they were big? She would show them what big was.
Barroom Shenanigans “Are you sure you want to drink that, Bernice?” “Yes, I ordered it didn’t I?” “Really? I never would have figured you for it.” “For what? Liking a beer?” “No, just that beer.” “What about this beer?” “You mean you don’t know?” “Don’t know what?” “Um, the side effects.” “Cheryl, what side effects?” “The swelling.” “Seriously? Just because it’s called Big Muff beer?” “Suit yourself, but don’t say I didn’t warn you about this place.” “I will…Ooh. Um, wait a sec.” “Uh-huh. How many beers did you have before I got here anyway?” “Four, I think.” “Wow, I hope you like that stool.” “Why, ooh, mmm, what is going to hap… urp… pen?” “I think you mean, what is happening? You’re going to want to get those panties off before they snap.” “Um, too… uff… late.” “I see that. Let me flag down a waitress to get you a towel.” “Thank… oof… you. Hey did I?” “Yep, you did. How’s does it feel now?” “Um, weird, but, uh, nice.” “Yep. Wiggle around a bit, it’ll settle in place real nice.” “Ooh, yeah it does.” “Never had a whole barstool up your cooch before?” “Uh, no, I kind of wasn’t equipped for it before tonight.” “You might want to lay off that brand of beer for a while or you’re going to need something even bigger to fill you.” “How… ooh… am I supposed to get home like this?” “Oh, don’t worry, Blake will help you up at closing time if you’ve not managed to waddle out of here by then.” “Ahh, yeah, I think I might… ah… be making a mess.” “Yeah, I’d better get a wet floor sign for you.” “So, what are you drinking, anyway?” “Busty Brew.” “Uh… so what’s that do?” “Well, if I keep it to one bottle tonight, I’ll walk out of here with a couple extra cup sizes, and I think that man right over there.” “Ooh, he’s… mmm… cute. I don’t suppose he’d like to give a girl a hand.” “I don’t know, but he’s looking this way.” “If I can get off this stool, I’d love to wrap him up in these luscious lips. Mmm.” “Hey, I saw him first, he’s mine.” “Come now, can’t we share?” “Heads or tails?” “Heads. I don’t think he’s got the equipment I need right now, but I think he might do a fine job sucking on my clit. She needs some loving.” “I can live with that. Ooh, hey, it’s starting.” “Oh wow, nice knockers.” “Thanks. Now let me go fetch us some man meat for the evening.” “Hurry back. Ahh. Then again, a few more minutes with this bar stool won’t hurt.”
Consequences were for weaklings, not for people like them, not for those who had transcended the need for having to deal with the long-term effects of what they did. Why else would the three Salix be so happy to throw themselves into their next orgasm, making good use of their excess energy to grow even more than before? A wave of pleasure, crashing over their bodies, bringing them one step closer to losing their minds entirely, one step closer to pure bliss and sexual enlightenement. Granted, it wasn’t hard to lose their minds at all, given everything they had to deal with; with tits the size of rooms and cocks long enough to go in one end of their apartment and out the other, there was so much sensory feedback going on that it was a wonder any of them could move at all, given how crowded their neural pathways were. Perhaps they weren’t using their brains to begin with; perhaps the motions had been drilled into them so often that their muscles remembered how to do it, no need for higher brain function to be involved in the process. Whatever the case may be, neither the male nor herm Salix were at all thinking about how they were bucking their hips or pistoning into a tight hole; to them, it was just something that was happening while they got to reap the pleasure from it, and whether or not it was them doing it was, ultimately, an entirely irrelevant fact. For the female mossdog, trapped as she was underneath two sets of tits too heavy for her to ever move, heaven had already reached her some time prior; the other two were still working to attain their perfect paradise, but for the one out of the bunch that lacked a dick to pleasure herself or someone else with, it was so much easier to let herself be carried by the winds of carnal bliss into a land where no one worried for anything other than the perpetual sensation of sexual ecstasy. Either that, or being pinned down under so much breastflesh that it was causing oxygen flow to her brain to be cut off, but she preferred to see it as the former option; frankly, it made for a better story, plus it was entirely appropriate when it came to the mossdog collective: eventually, one of them would be the first to succumb to the pleasure of it all, as despite their penchant for growing, they couldn’t exactly keep going forever. Their bodies certainly could, or at the very least none of the Salix had ever discovered a size “cap” beyond which they were unable to progress, but their minds were, unfortunately, not nearly as resilient. Far more than most people, and honed by plentiful practice at that, but even they had a limit, and once they smashed into it at full force, there wasn’t much they could do about it; even worse, their physiology reacted to this with the importance that it deserved, since, while further climaxes were technically possible even past this peak, the Salix in question would be far too insensate to truly appreciate them. No, this was the last one where they still had a proper mind to make use of, a mind that could experience the orgasm as it was meant to be, rather than a pile of wrinkly meat that just happened to process electrical signals in a way that made some sense to the consciousness generated within. Thus, when the female mossdog crossed that beautiful threshold, when she felt the final wave approach her, ready to wash over her very self with every last bit of energy contained in an actual tidal wave, she opened her arms wide, welcomed it… and the floor above her came crashing upwards into the floor above it. The size spurt was sudden enough that no one directly involved noticed it happening until the shift in perspective caught them unawares, but everyone outside saw it perfectly: in one glorious moment, the one mossdog who happened to have been on the bottom of the stack suddenly pushed the bigger pair of tits on top of them back, while their own set accelerated outwards at such a rapid pace that it felt like someone had just quadrupled their size with the click of a button. In an instant, the two gargantuan mammaries crashed into the ceiling of the Salix’s apartment, went right through the one set above it, then pierced through to two stories above, flooding the thankfully-empty house with enough milk that, mere seconds later, the pressure was enough to break the windows from within and cause several multiple waterfalls (milkfalls?) to start splattering on the ground several feet down. With it, one final moan, loud enough that those who heard it were left wondering if it even came from a person, a moan that left all bystanders blushing heavily enough that they practically felt it. But a moan, too, that triggered the final escalation of arousal that was to bring that whole show to an explosive finish. It would be thoroughly unfair for their female counterpart if the other two canines carried on without her; besides, having tits that large was certainly not a stimulus they could be exposed to without also succumbing to a great deal of mental imagery that was nothing if not difficult to ignore. It may have taken a few moments for their brains to catch up and realize they should be delivering the orders to blow, as it were, but once they did, it was all over; once they realized what had happened, and truly absorbed the knowledge into their being, two things became clear: one, the two newest Salix would be disappearing soon, as their bodies’ function had been complete and they felt tired enough that their time in existence would most likely be cut short by all the unwarranted energy expenditure. And two, that they had already thoroughly wrecked multiple homes, and no doubt were well on the way to do so to even more. Taken into consideration, these two observations could only mean one thing: holding back, once again, was pointless. To hold back was to deny themselves, and the last thing they were about to do was deprive themselves of a climax that they very much deserved getting after all that much more… so, they wouldn’t. Simple as that, clean, efficient, and with one final plap to echo through the streets outside, the “prime” Salix bottomed out inside the herm, doing so with enough strength that the latter was almost pushed forward, saved purely because of the wall of tit that they were pressed against. He was the second to go, perhaps fittingly; like his female self, he only had one set of assets to worry about, and like his female self, these too became something else entirely. To call them “big” would be an understatement, as they made the mossdog very happy that he had chosen to live up on the third floor: it give him just enough clearance between himself and the ground down below that, by the time his cumtanks were done expanding, they were resting comfortably on the rubble and wreckage at just the right height to keep him firmly within the herm in front of him, no need for any rearrangements. Not that this was kept this way for long, given that his nuts were only half of the equation… though he doubted that the lucky mossdog he had his dick in would mind too much about his shaft picking up enough size and mass to turn their body into a fuzzy, stretched-out condom stuck impaled on a cock far too large for them to take, had it not been for their flexible biology. It, again, happened suddenly enough that neither the male nor herm Salix could react, and through this, they experienced what it would be like to be several times their size in the best manner possible; and it, again, would trigger a transformation of its own, since with the female and male duo complete, it was time for the last one of the trio to finally shine. Two tits had been pushed up through two stories above them; two balls had crushed two stories beneath them, holding up the one responsible for the whole mess. Two very fine sets of spheres indeed, quite large, almost exceedingly so, and for most people, this would be where it ended; for those two Salix, it was where it ended, but not for them. Not for the herm, who began as the biggest of the bunch and would end as the biggest of the bunch. Not for them, whose main pride in their existence was that they could compete with both sides and come out victorious; if said sides were so large that the herm could barely see them, well, that just meant they had to try harder, now didn’t it? And trying harder just came so naturally for them, they who were already bigger by default, they who could experience everything their counterparts could and more, they who could go through it all at once and ever more, ever higher. It was so easy to allow their pleasure to become overwhelming, to let it wash over their body and soul until it became everything they were and could be; it was so easy to feel the climax coming and to invite it, to have it strike at them with all its might, that they might feel their body swell, burgeon, bloat, grow, fatten, fill, everything and more and always more and never less, pushing everything aside and rumbling the world around them. It was so easy to push the female’s tits aside and make the male’s cock look like a twig, so easy to have their cumtanks make his look puny by comparison, so easy to keep growing until the building they were in crumbled before the might of their increasingly bigger self. So easy to let go, and achieve their perfect state, literally bringing the house down as their tits swelled to match that of the female Salix, then just kept going until they dwarfed the other’s pair, as before; it wasn’t a proper match-up until the herm’s bust could effortlessly hold the entirety of the other mossdog’s underneath a single breast with room to spare, and thus, that was exactly what had to happen. Same with the “prime’s” cumtanks, who needed to be taught a lesson in size humility by being thoroughly outmatched and shown what it was like to be next to a true breeder in raw potential. And a cock to do to the Salix beneath them what the one behind them had done, stretching the formermost out as far as their body could possibly take it, stretching even their own biology’s nebulous limits. But that was the way things went; it was how it was always meant to go when it came to the Salix collective, because nothing less than complete and total submission to one’s desires would do. And if this translated into an entire apartment block collapsing because most of its underlying structure was replaced by a pair of balls big enough to start pushing the neighboring buildings out, then reality would just have to deal with; the rest of the world would just have to deal with it, as it would have to deal with the city block-sized pair of tits flooding the local storm drains with goodness knows how many gallons of milk every second. The world was lucky that most of their cum was being pumped into another Salix, and that when she vanished, they would too; granted, they still had the male, but alas, no solution could ever truly be perfect. And besides, it wasn’t as if they were going anywhere. The longer they remained, the more the two morning invaders came to understand that, if they didn’t immediately phase out into the collective after being done, they were probably due for a longer stay. The better to show off to everyone, of course. They could probably even go for seconds!
How dare they even think of judging him for doing something they themselves got up to, when at least he had the decency of cleaning up after himself? Hell, some of them preferred to shunt the fluids off to a pocket dimension rather than try and deal with them, he at least made sure that they were properly rinsed off the walls and reprocessed into something useful, no matter how many times the other gods told him that he had no business “sharing his seed” so early in his life. He didn’t care though; he couldn’t care, such was his prerogative to turn the lives of everyone around him into the sort of mindless, debauched pleasure highs that only a demigod like himself could provide. He couldn’t care, because his mission forbade him from doing so; spending any amount of time second-guessing himself as to whether or not he should be “spreading the love”, so to speak, was time spent not doing said spreading, even if he happened to be alone in his bedroom with Lee and no one else was in sight. In fact, as far as he could bring himself to give a damn, being in there with the Alakazam alone was perfect practice for when he went out to shower the whole world in his love and affection, doubly so since it also meant his ass would end up significantly larger than before, providing the absolutely perfect target for anyone daring enough to get within squishing or smushing range. All of this, of course, was secondary at that moment; he might occasionally allow his mind to wander, but for Harris, the principal motivation guiding him while inside the bedroom was the big, beefy hunk underneath his rump, the same beefy hunk who, for whatever reason, seemed very intent on getting bigger every time they took a breath. It was like a balloon, albeit one that was pumped full of mass rather than air, one whose voice became deeper rather than squeakier, one whose arms and legs and arms and feet and mouth were so delightfully hyperactive that all the Espeon could do was moan back and hope they heard him. Really, it was nothing short of miraculous that Lee even managed to find that particular spot on the demigod’s body, considering just how much ass was in the way, but Harris wasn’t about to complain; he had a cock to hug and give a fullbodyjob to, a word that he was consistently told did not exist but that he insisted on using anyway. What else would he call what he was doing? He was hugging a shaft bigger than his upper body was (and bigger than the entirety of his form, if one discounted his butt) and rubbing himself all over it, smearing his fur in such a large quantity of cum that his light purple coating became whiter by the second, a fact that Harris was immensely proud of Lee for. What else would he call it, if not what it literally was? It felt disrespectful not to give his husband the props they had earned, when already the floor of their bedroom was coated in an inch-thick layer of seed that only seemed to be getting thicker with each time Harris moved along the length of the Alakazam’s shaft. That alone was, all by itself, the kind of stimulation the Espeon could only ever dream of if he had remained within the divine realm; though he was capable of far outstripping what Lee was producing, that hunk of manmeat was himself far more hyperproductive than most of the so-called “deities” who made their home in the pantheon up above. These gods could certainly flood a whole lot of empty space when they finally climaxed, but it took a special kind of man, a special kind of someone just like Lee, to be able to do so on what counted as precum alone. It was in those moments that Harris allowed his eyes to roll upwards into his skull in order to just enjoy the moment; it was an interesting experience, especially given that he hadn’t had the opportunity to indulge in it beforehand, not when he still lived with his mother and extended family. He’d always had to put in effort, always had to consciously do something as a result of the massive power discrepancy between himself and whoever he happened to be with; he could never just turn his brain off and enjoy things as they were, nor could he afford the luxury of not taking the wheel and directing where things went. With Lee, however, none of this was true, and the best part of it was that Harris simply didn’t know why that was. He had no idea why the two of them had such a deep connection that it only felt natural to do whatever their bodies told them to do, nor could he explain the level of synchronicity that existed between them; it was as if they were two halves to a whole, a whole that only became apparent when they came together in blissful lovemaking, a whole that superimposed itself onto its constituent parts. Harris never had to think about anything, nor did he have to spend any amount of processing power deciding what had to be done; likewise, Lee could simply shut himself down and let muscle memory take the wheel, while his conscious self took refuge in the back of his head, hiding from the onslaught of sensation overload that constantly threatened to break him in half. Neither of them were making any deliberate decisions anymore; if ever they’d had the ability to do so, it had long since been forfeited to the automatic processes that took over whenever the two of them got behind closed doors, guiding them ever closer to a climax that would shake the very foundations of their world… metaphorically, of course. Literally, the effect would only extend to the neighborhood, which, granted, did lead to many an awkward situation where Harris and Lee had to explain why everyone’s houses were suddenly a few inches off from where they should be, not to mention all the spillage, but it was worth it in the end; no amount of hurried excuses or legal reparations could really hold a candle to the intense degree of raw pleasure experienced by the two whenever they got together like they were just then, for nothing really could match the sheer intensity of it. There they were, a demigod and his mortal husband, a mortal and his demigod spouse, locked together in matrimony of the most carnal variety, unable to see past one another in any sense of the expression. There they were, moaning, groaning, screaming, begging, whining, a combination of any and all noise that could be produced, resulting in a mindless cacophony that was intended not to achieve any particular goal, but merely to add to the atmosphere; neither Harris nor Lee expected their vocalizations to achieve anything more specific, like moving an arm here or getting the Espeon’s ass to move, but rather, they were there purely because they were supposed to be there. What they felt was too good, too powerful to be bottled up, and thus, it had to be externalized in some way, lest they find themselves bursting at the seams from the sheer amount of pleasure experienced without any way to vent it. And while initially this could be relatively easily handled by way of simply making a lot of noises which left their neighbors red in the face and hot in the everywhere, eventually, the escalating process of arousal could only end one way: when the floor was flooded and the walls were buckling, when the amount of ass being experienced reached a critical point, when the very state of reality within their bedroom became less a certainty and more a suggestion, then something had to budge… and that something, by definition, was Lee. Not that the Alakazam was weaker than his Espeon partner; far from it, in fact. It was a simple fact of life, that Harris was just as much a physical being as he was a force of nature, the very incarnation of pleasure itself given form in a very plump, pear-shaped lad whose principal core motives revolved around making people around him as horny as possible. Harris could no more be the first to the finish line than Lee could stop breathing, and as much as the giant hunk had a hell of a lot of resistance built up as a result of being constantly smothered by Espeon ass, there were limits to how far he could go before even his prodigious stamina reached its end, limits beyond which there lay nothing but a large, overwhelmingly blanketing coating of thick, viscous white. It didn’t matter just how big Harris made himself, nor how eagerly he held onto that colossus of a cock; in the end, Lee’s release would be such that not even the gods themselves would be able to hope to compare to it, much less think to contain it. For Lee was just that: uncontainable. The Alakazam might like to think that he was but a mere mortal who happened to be on the upper end of power scale, but Harris knew better; his hubby might very well be a regular mortal, but there was no “regular” about them whatsoever. Whether it be the constant exposure to someone like himself, the work with the rifts, or the fact that the pantheon seemed to look towards him as a form of role model (however much a god could find someone else to be an exemplar for anything at all), the Alakazam was more. Not more “anything” in particular, just more; more and more, and now, after what felt like hours, he was about to demonstrate just why and how that was. The house rumbled, the ground itself quaking as if it was beset by tremors, and the whole neighborhood had maybe a couple of seconds to realize what was happening before the proper vibrations began: after all, that cum had to come from somewhere, and while Harris had been busy licking and grinding that shaft in front of him, he had completely neglected to do anything to the positively gargantuan set of nuts just a foot or so away, the same ones which had grown to overshadow the size of his own ass! Quite the achievement, at least temporarily; most of that size was about to be drained into their surroundings (for a given meaning of “drained”, at least), hence why Harris didn’t feel the need to one-up them… that, and the knowledge that if he did so, there was a very good chance the world might not be there to see it afterwards. There was already enough trouble with one of their teammates being capable of upending global order, they didn’t need to add themselves onto the list just because they were horny. Local upending though? Completely covering an entire neighborhood in spunk and then acting as if this was perfectly normal? Entirely acceptable as far as Harris was concerned, and while Lee lacked the sentient processing required to truly consider the magnitude of this, the Espeon figured they’d be fine with it too; they had been in the past, and nothing had truly changed, so why not? The result… was audible, to say the least. Mina, some way’s away, having just finished fine-tuning the agri-complex to deliver up to 200% efficiency and then accidentally overclocking it to 800% without realizing how, heard it before she saw it. Her pawbs, sensitive as they were, picked up on the vibrations caused by the release, prompting her to look to the side and witness a pillar of cum so tall that it could be seen from over the horizon; seeing as Harris and Lee’s place was a couple of hundred miles away from where she was at the time, this was… certainly saying something. She sighed, then chuckled quietly to herself. Never a dull moment. Someone was going to have to clean that mess again.
After Party Sheryl giggled as she pulled Brian’s arm. “Come on, you big ham, you, it’s time to get you home.” Brian said his goodbyes to his sister and her family as he let himself be pulled away by a woman less than half his size. If he was upset, he sure didn’t look it. “Hey Sheryl, what’s the rush?” He asked as they got in the truck, his weight rocking the truck. She glanced over from the driver’s seat, a sly smile on her lips. “Why, I have a job at home for you, and it just has to be dealt with right now!” “Oh, really? Rush job, or something more time consuming?” “Oh, I want you to take your time on this. Special care and all.” She giggled as she pulled out. It wasn’t a long drive from the beach and Sheryl definitely drove it faster than was probably wise. But they made it without a ticket. They were barely in the door before she pounced. Her fingers grabbing and yanking down Brian’s speedo. “You won’t be needing that.” “Thank goodness. I hate having to wear clothes, you know that.” He chuckled. “Mmhmm.” She held up her arms with her hands behind her head pushing out her rather significant cleavage. “And what do you think about my clothes?” “Why I think they’re just offensive. There they go, hiding all the good bits.” He made a show of looking very stern and considerate. “And what are you going to do about it, my big strong bear?” She pouted at him. He didn’t bother to answer, he was already bending down to the bow between the two small triangles that covered her nipples and pulling it loose with his teeth, resulting in her breasts popping free and jiggling against this bearded face. He took the opportunity to squish himself between them. She giggled and pressed them against his ears. He swept her up in his big arms, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, planting a deep wet kiss on him. He nibbled her lip in response. “Now, about that job, are you up for it?” She asked in as serious a tone as she could muster with her feet dangling four feet off the floor in his arms. “Yes, ma’am.” He grinned, carrying her to the bedroom where she slowly laid her down on the bed. She grabbed the strings on either side of her bikini bottoms and gently pulled, leaving the fabric loose, lifting her ass just enough to pull the scrap of cloth free. She teased him a moment or two with it before sliding it completely away from her mons, revealing her slick slit with little more than a landing strip. “Come here, big boy, your sugar mama needs a good tongue lashing.” Brian never hesitated. She felt his furry beard rub against her thighs as he dove in and began running his tongue in circles around her clit, teasing her inner lips with gentle sucking. Within minutes she was bucking hard as his fingers started to explore her depths, the come-hither motion inside driving her nuts as she pressed her pelvic floor muscles down. She let out a delighted squeak as Brian finished his muff dive and flipped her over. Her tits wobbling everywhere as she hit the bed face down. Giggling she scooted her knees up under her and raised her ass, wiggling it at him, still sloppy with her own juice and his saliva. Under her she could feel her nipples being pressed hard into the mattress, rubbing nicely against the soft satin blankets she liked. She grabbed a handful in each fist, and moaned a little as she felt his hand run up her backside and smack her lightly on the ass. She rocked back, feeling his hard member slide under pressing against her clit the first time. She shifted slightly and the second time she felt herself hit the mark as she let his girth in with a satisfied noise. She rocked back and forth as the thrust, letting themselves get to a rhythm. She could feel herself warming now, her fingers clutching the cloth. She could feel herself starting to shift. Her feet were getting longer, and the fur was creeping up her limbs. She could feel her teeth growing out. She wriggled as the changes heightened her feeling of the impending orgasm. Her ears twitched, now small nubs atop her head, her nose pressed out giving her a cute anthropomorphic face. She could feel his big strong hands on her hips, slowly the sharp points of his claws starting to dig in. He would occasionally smack her ass, sending her generous backside jiggling and her moaning in response. But mostly he just kneaded, his thick heavy fingers working heavily across her hips and rump squeezing and rubbing. She enjoyed it and she could feel herself reaching her peak. “Oh, ah, I’m… I’m…” She let out a shrill scream even she clamped down on his cock, letting the combination of transformation and sex wash over her. She could feel her tail explode outward, it’s rich brown bushiness leaving fluff everywhere. Thankfully Brian took this in stride as he let himself twitch inside her as she enjoyed the extra stimulation. She even reached down between her legs to diddle with her clit a little to let herself peak in the afterglow just once more before she rolled over on her back and pulled him down again, wrapping his head in her fluffy tail as she did so. Brian himself was now mostly fur now, his massive body proportionally a little different and his paws were broad and heavily clawed. He was careful on the sheets with them as she wrapped those sexy hips of hers around him and demanded yet another round of his attention. He was happy to oblige, burying his snout in her fuzzy giant breasts where he could lick her nipples with his wide tongue. She alternated between giggles and cooing noises as she enjoyed the romp. She reached crescendo in another high- pitched scream when she came again. Finally, she let him roll off her, both of them panting. She traced patterns in his fur absently as he dozed. She finally got up and cleaned herself off. She took a quick look to make sure the sheets hadn’t gotten stained by anything to serious before curling back up next to Brian’s snoozing form. She wrapped her tail over herself, enjoying the softness and warmth of it as she snuggled up to him for the night. * * *** The next morning Brian wandered out into the kitchen, still very much in his were-bear guise. His already big frame barely making it through the old house’s doorways. He sniffed, the pungent aroma of last night’s sex in the bedroom had given way to the tantalizing smell of breakfast cooking. He found Sheryl dancing about the kitchen in a very short satin robe, still enjoying her fur too. He liked her, and they’d been seeing each other since the last Clan meeting. Like him, she felt more comfortable furred than not. Her tail swished beautifully under the hem of her robe curling up behind her in a large poof. It was really cute, he mused. It also left the delicious curve of the underside of her ass exposed, and when she bent over to get a bowl, he was given a stunning view of her womanhood in all it’s fuzzy glory. He could feel himself growing stiff at the sight. His sensitive nose definitely picked up on her pheromones. She’d obviously noticed him, because she made a point to wiggle her ass at him a little extra, inviting him to enjoy the goods. She didn’t keep it up long, though, as the pancakes were going to burn. She set about pulling them off the stove. They were her own special recipe, a type of blini that she filled with a mix of berries and coated in a honey butter sauce. They were his favorite. She knew it too. While she was getting those together, he washed his paws and set the table. His big paws were a bit awkward at it, but he managed to get things in place, and even poured some orange and mango juice for himself and some fresh grapefruit juice for her. The coffee pot was already on, but he decided he didn’t really want any this morning. It was too pungent with the delicate blini. She finally brought over the prepared breakfast, setting several blini on his plate and giving him a hearty dose of the honey sauce. She was more limited on her own sauce since it was nothing but sugar and fat and she was a little self-conscious of her hips. They ate quietly before Brian got up to do the dishes. Thankfully she had a dishwasher, since hand washing with paws was a pain in the ass. More alert now with food he look over at her as she sat reading a magazine. She’d noticed his glance and she slipped one of her big breasts free of it’s silky confine and gently ran circles around the nipple that peeked out. Though her human nipples were quite pink, in her brownish fur they were rather dark but still just as perky and sensitive. Brian didn’t need a whole lot of additional excuse. He snuffled in her ear, making her giggle and shriek before he got a nuzzle from her. He did paw lightly at her, with her response being to slowly let him get the other breast out and cupping both of them in his big paws while he nuzzled her neck and nibbled a bit at her ears. They played a bit like this before she shooed him off. Sex on a full stomach wasn’t on her agenda, and he went off to water the plants around the house. She grabbed her birth control and took her daily dose with the last of her juice. She found him sometime later just lounging back on the bed, his belly to the ceiling fan. His eyes were closed, and his breathing was deep and steady. She barely made a sound as she slowly slipped completely out of the light robe. She could see his cock lying there and she wanted it again. She’d long ago learned that she was almost perpetually horny. A common problem among some weres. Brian wasn’t much better, and they meshed well. She wondered if they’d last as a couple. For now, though? It was just fun. She carefully knelt between his legs. She opened her mouth wide, wider than she could as a human, making sure her sizable teeth were clear as she gently slid her tongue up the underside of his cock before slowly closing around it. She shifted it into her cheek pouch, letting it sit where she could suck on it lightly, moving it gently back and forth. She felt it grow firmer in response to her unique blowjob style. Ah the things she learned to do when guys didn’t trust a pair of giant incisors. Brian was one of the few who had ever let her give him a blowjob, and she enjoyed giving them to him. Brian made a chuffing noise of appreciation as she got his full attention. Once he was nice and hard, she clambered on top of his big furry hips and lowered herself down, letting him split her lips open and taking him right down to the hilt, balls deep in her already sopping cunt. Reaching behind she gently played with his balls with one hand, her other hand working her own clit as she pumped herself up and down. Brian’s big mitts played with her breasts, the gentleness of her claws always surprising her. She could see him close his eyes and just enjoy. She flicked her tail as she moved herself in an increasing pace, bringing herself to a quick streaming orgasm or three. Panting she let herself fall forward and was hugged by the big mass of dark fur as she slowly felt him slip from her, a bit of his aftermath leaking down between her legs. She nuzzled his chest, slipping off into a comfortable mid-morning nap together.
He was growing. A simple statement, yet the most defining characteristic for the giant; hell, even the word giant itself wasn’t enough to begin to describe the immenseness that was even the smallest portion of the tiniest fraction of the bat’s body. It couldn’t be adequately described as a body at all as much as it was the backdrop for all of reality, the colossus’ mere existence enough to warp and distort what was into whatever served to make him even greater, an act that itself strained the boundaries of what was even achievable from a theoretical standpoint. To a certain degree, it was wholly predictable and not at all anything spectacular in theory; he was “merely” growing, after all. What made it the mindbending spectacle of debauchery that it happened to be was the scale at which it operated, it being of such incomprehensible size that even the greatest and most learned of his devotees could barely begin to comprehend it, let alone put it to words. Comparing any part of Luther to anything else was an exercise in futility, for in the time it took for that thought to form, the comparison itself ceased to be meaningful in any way. His growth was explosive and exponential, stacked onto itself towards infinity in a way that defied all logic and reason. Every moment that passed made him that much bigger than what he was a mere instant before that the difference itself became impossible to describe, until eventually the rate of acceleration itself began to tear at the very fabric of reality, existence itself unable to comprehend how anything, much less anyone of that size could be growing even larger. For Luther though, it was a simple expression of who he was, a fundamental truth that he made sure everyone knew, even if it was enough to collapse their brains into a black hole just from trying to process too much information at once. At any given moment, he exploded with enough size that his form was comparatively bigger to his last one as that last one was to any one of its constituent atoms, a means of comparison that itself became increasingly inadequate as the eternal tower of exponentials became impossible to express in regular numbers. If every atom of every universe of every timeline that he devoured in every microsecond was inscribed with a single digit, it still wouldn’t be enough to describe a fraction of what he was, and even if such a task could be done instantly, it still would fail to keep up with the constantly-accelerating rate at which Luther overtook reality, though it was doubtful such a thing would ever happen; after all, if nothing else was left, there was still him, and his will alone could probably keep him going for as long as he needed to. The experience was hard to describe, even for someone as divine as the bat, who had been going through it for as long as he could remember existing. It was simultaneously soothing and mind-shattering, calming and mind-bending; if on one hand he saw it as merely an expression of his perfect self, on the other he still experienced it for what it truly was: an ascension of proportions so unimaginable that his mind had trouble processing even the smallest part of it. At any given point, he could be seen (for lack of a better word) with his face transfixed in utter bliss, brain wracked by a flood of endorphins of enough volume to completely fill entire multiversal clusters, unable to say anything as his body took that as a cue to grow even faster, the signals it received telling it to feed back into the vicious cycle that had prolonged itself for eternity. His existence was nothing if not orgasmic bliss, locked as he was in an endless torrent of overwhelmingly powerful sensations that only got worse the bigger he became. He had to come up with new ways of describing the vast swaths of reality that he destroyed on a regular basis; multiversal megaclusters just didn’t cut it anymore, as he routinely got rid of those purely by gently flexing one of his arms, to say nothing of the kind of devastation wreaked by his whole body exploding outwards every femtosecond. To be fair, it was impossible to describe, mostly because he had transcended mere space and had long-since invaded the concept of time; to a certain degree, he was almost certain that all those timelines he was collapsing into himself were causing a lot of that exponential explosion he was going through, though obviously his mind was too occupied constantly reeling from the growth itself to care too much about the physics and metaphysics of it all. What mattered was that he needed to be bigger. He needed his body to be on such a scale that even using himself wasn’t enough. He needed to grow so quickly that nothing, absolutely nothing could serve as a measuring rod… and then he wanted to grow even faster than that. He got his wish as well, every second of every day, constantly plowing through that self-imposed milestone and yet carrying on like it was nothing, reality fraying at the edges from the constant strain of having to contain a specimen like him. In the very few instances where Luther successfully placed some amount of his focus on any one part of him, it would be blown away by the impossibility of holding it there for more than an infinitesimally small fraction of time; if he could perceive one of his pectoral muscles in one moment, in the next it would be so far “above” him that he had no means of truly knowing just how big it was, and by the time he came to that realization, it was even grander still. He was growing, and yet the word itself failed to do justice to the very process that was continuously remaking him into a greater and greater being of mind-wrecking power. Sometimes, though, existence tried to make some sense of it all; emphasis on “tried”, because it was a pointless endeavour that would get it absolutely nowhere. Gone were the days when the totality of meta-reality could at least manifest itself around him, being a separate entity from the growing, all-consuming giant; they were so far past him that even Luther himself couldn’t recall them with any degree of certainty, unsure that they ever even existed to begin with. Now, only sections of him were ever truly interacting with anything else; the last time existence tried to reboot itself, it ended up wrapping itself around his shaft… or at least part of it, seeing as the damned thing was bigger than the rest of him put together. A small section of his cock was the place chosen for the fabric of existence to try and weave itself back together, at least until he had another instant of growth and the whole thing went down the metaphysical drain, a momentary reminder of what was probably the most painfully delicious part of his continuous ascension. Every other part of him walked the tight line between horrifying and pleasurable, swinging from him despairing at the complete loss of control over his own growth, and riding that wave for all it was worth until there was nothing else left in his head. The pendulum wasn’t really balanced, either; rather than spending an equal amount of time in either camp, the bat had a disproportionate amount of time occupied by the sensations of overwhelming vastness that made up his being, only occasionally dipping back down into “reason” to wonder what the hell was going on with him, and why reality failed to bring itself back together for more than a handful of seconds at a time. It was no longer within his control, but it was far from painful; in fact, the longer it went on, the more pleasure the bat found in it. The sounds helped, in all honesty. If there was one thing he could count on to remain constant, if nothing else did, it was the noises he had to deal with. Who knew how that even worked, when even the smallest fraction of the tiniest section of the tip of one of his claws was enough to fill up a multitude of multiverses, but he could feel it, hear it with each heartbeat. It was a wave that coursed through his body, pulsating and throbbing, forcing more and more mass to accumulate from nowhere as countless timelines crashed into him and dumped all they were and could be into his growing form. Of special note was the body-encompassing rod he sported, as well as the titanic orbs underneath; if he were to reduce himself to the point where floors mattered to him, he’d be unable to walk with the size of those things, easily three or four times as large as he himself was and only growing further away still in terms of proportions. The cock attached to his base was no slouch either, and both halves of his package just seemed to swell to greater extents whenever that rhythmic pulse hit them. It was becoming hard to tell where everything ended and he began; to a certain point, everything “below” him was turning into nothing but his cum factories, while everything “above” was becoming a solid roof of his seed, constantly pouring out from his twitching rod as his body scrambled to find some way to alleviate the pressure inside of him. It was useless, of course; no matter how much cum he pumped into whatever medium he was in, it would never satisfy the endlessly-spiking production going on inside of his nuts, which still managed to grow despite being in full flow. In fact, he wondered sometimes if that was the main reason for his shaft to be swelling as hard as it was, having to deal with the immeasurable, universe-filling, reality-blotting loads being pumped into it every instant, every moment of his life. Then again, this was only when he could see it, of course; some people had issues with weight covering up their package, he mostly had a problem with his musculature growing out of control before “evening out” throughout his body. As mentioned, having his pectorals completely bury his body or his neck bulk out so much that he could barely breathe were regular occurrences for him, made even more delicious by the knowledge that a single tendon in all of that enormity was probably long enough to wind around the entirety of meta-existence and still have enough left to wrap it all up in a neat little bow. But none of it mattered, really, because whenever he had any of these thoughts, they became irrelevant almost instantly afterwards. It might’ve been aeons or mere seconds, but even the occasional attempts by reality to restart itself didn’t even register anymore, leaving him alone with himself, his body and the constant bloating surges that made him up. It wasn’t even fair to describe him as having a body as much as it was everything else that had Luther; what he was, so was everything else, and everything else was thus growing at an infinitely quicker pace at any given moment, a backdrop of fur, muscle and fluids that refused to slow down even for itself, struggling to hold its form in one coherent piece. For the bat, it was a constant struggle to keep awake, to not succumb to the pleasure overload; not necessarily for any practical reason, but purely so he could experience it for just another second more. This much was his truth: the bat lived in the moment, no longer capable of thinking about the past or future; everything was a fight, a war he waged against his own body so that he could feel himself growing, burgeoning, bloating, swelling, becoming ever greater at insane speeds. And each moment, it was even faster. And it had barely begun.
Reality was officially out to lunch, and he was the main course. The first load hit him about as hard as it hit the ceiling, ripping through his clothes about as easily as it did the plaster. In the second or so before the second wave came, Luther got to see the side-effects of the sudden climax: several inches added to his body, several more to his shaft and balls, growing incomprehensibly fuller despite having just gone through the most productive and full orgasm of his life. But those were just his passing thoughts, for his body refused to give him a moment’s rest; two seconds were up and the next one came knocking, drawing a long, loud moan from the bat’s throat and backblasting from the ceiling onto his face. “G-good Lord,” he sputtered after cleaning himself off, “what are y-hnng!” Luther couldn’t even finish his sentence before the third climax slammed into him from within, forcing yet more mass to pack onto his frame from seemingly nowhere. Despite all reason telling him he should be getting smaller, he saw himself growing ever larger, with his package in particular throwing any semblance of proportionality out the window and bulging out to scales he had only ever seen in lewd art before. If he had the time to analyze it, he would describe each orb as being the size of a couch, his cock alone large enough to hit the ceiling… but there was another spurt, another surge, and Luther was growing again, his body becoming large enough to smash the top of his head through to the floor above, his package triple that and already plowing through the rest of the building. “Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck, g-god, why now?!” he screamed to the heavens, perhaps hoping for a response, “Fuck me it’s so tight why is it so tight, why’s it so fucking goooooFUCK!” Once more his words were cut through by his own body refusing to give him back control over it, the immense pressure built up inside of him spiking to absurd heights and leaving Luther without even the faintest semblance of a rational mind to think. All he managed to “say” were incomprehensible mutterings, non-words that would be more fit for a passionate night of lovemaking than whatever was happening there. Screams were heard around him, but he didn’t quite care; he couldn’t quite care, because his body wouldn’t let him. Gasping for breath, the bat was wracked by another assault from within, his body utterly demolishing the apartment block he resided in, giving him plenty of space to watch as each of his nuts flattened a city block each, and his colossal pillar of a cock blocked the sun in front of him. It throbbed needily, hungry for his hands to touch and knead it, desperate for someone to handle it with the level of expert care only the bat could provide. Luther, of course, was happy to do so; how could he not, when he couldn’t see anything but his own shaft in front of him, haloed by two stretches of blue sky on either side? The poor thing even got a couple more seconds than usual before the next surge struck him from every direction, stretching his body out from within until the sounds of gurgling and sloshing emanating from his cum factories were drowned out by concrete being smashed into dust, quickly to fade away and be replaced once again by the unmistakable noise of cum splattering all over everything. Even outside of his spurts he was still in constant release, load after load of his thick seed pumped out of his body-dwarfing cock at speeds so great that they drew arches in the air, ending up far away from him, too far for him to savour any of it. For the bat, there was no way forward but to succumb; whatever was happening to him clearly could not be stopped, so the best thing to do was to give up trying altogether. That still didn’t mean he would just take it in stride; this was something to be appreciated to its fullest, lived like the unique event that it was. It wasn’t just that it felt good or that it was more divine than anything he had ever experienced before in his life. No, this transcended such petty notions, it was something far greater than just “good” or “pleasurable”. It was meant to happen, to him and no one else. It was his fate, his destiny. It was right. “Ok… Ok, I’m fine… I’m ok…” he mumbled to himself, right before gritting his teeth at a sudden pressure rise, “I’m ok… I’m… Ok… Not ok, I am not ok, I am not ok, fuck!” A quick descent into madness and his eyes were rolling into his skull already, fingers digging into cockflesh that refused to yield as a rather large spurt coursed through his body, leaving him so massive that the city was starting to look more like a playground than anything else. His torso alone covered most of it, and it itself was positively tiny compared to any part of what he carried between his legs, to the point where Luther was honestly concerned about what he was supposed to do with his new endowments… or would be, if his mind hadn’t immediately keyed in to the fact that all he could do was rub them as hard as he could and hope for the best. It didn’t do much; his hands were pitifully insufficient to handle even a fraction of his full size, but he still felt his fingers… all ten of them, attempting to please him, failing to do much beyond recognizing they were there. He loved it. And he loved that he loved it. To have this transformation foisted upon him should be an indignity, and yet his lizard brain was screaming for more, begging for it, despite his best efforts to stamp it down. One more spurt and already sense began to break down. Without things to compare himself to, it was getting hard to really think about anything in terms of scale. The city no longer mattered, the latest burst having made sure that Luther’s body alone was capable of outsizing it, while his package continued to push the boundaries of what was reasonable. He couldn’t even see the sky anymore unless he turned his head all the way to either side of him; the sun was blocked by his colossal cum factories, while his shaft alone was enough to dwarf the rest of his body… though it did give him something long, hard and leathery to hold onto and rub until the next wave of pressure crashed into him. Which of course took place a few seconds later. The air around him was practically ablaze, his body heat enough to have it distort like a mirage. Each gasp, each panting for breath created a gust of wind powerful enough to knock down buildings, his rumbling moans causing the ground itself to shake, what remained of the city to be pulverised from the shockwave. He couldn’t spare a thought for whoever was down there, wouldn’t do so; he was so far above the lowly affairs of mortals that something as petty and insignificant as property damage no longer applied to him. He was as close to a god as they came, locked forever in an endless cycle of growth and rapturous climax, each feeding into one another for eternity. He didn’t know why, but he knew it was real, and that was all that mattered. He felt it again, welling up inside of his chest. Soon it would spread all over him, stretching his skin, muscles, sinew, tendons, adding mass onto his frame, pushing him further towards divinity. It would happen… but it didn’t. Panicking, Luther opened his eyes for the first time, wondering to himself where the next stage in his ascension was, only to have it answered a full minute later; perhaps his body had figured that it was time to step things up, or maybe the process of becoming a god meant he would have access to increasingly greater pleasures by default, but he was no longer “suffering” from the small, quick-succession growth spurts that brought him there in the first place. Rather, it seemed like all those moments were being collected, coalesced into a larger burst, one that hit him so hard that Luther failed to keep himself awake for it. The momentary blank couldn’t have lasted more than just a couple of seconds, and yet after he awoke from it he could no longer recognize anything around him. A quick survey revealed… geography. No cities, no towns, no landmarks, just land, as far as he could see, obscured by some wispy white things that he immediately realized were clouds. Layers upon layers of them, arranged neatly beneath him, the coldness of space lapping at the top of his head. He couldn’t quite believe what was happening to him, and yet there it was; looking up revealed nothing if not the darkness of the wider cosmos… or would, if not for his balls getting in the way. That and his cock, which had now angled itself to a point where he was more or less completely buried by it. A few more moments and he got to witness as his own cum circled back ‘round the planet, apparently the result of his last, colossal growth burst, his seed arranging itself on a ring in lower orbit. He was titanic, enough that Earth itself seemed pathetically tiny compared to him. In fact, all he had to do was push himself off gently and he was handily enough floating next to it, ready to smash everything apart the moment his body decided to grow again. At least it gave him enough room to push his shaft down so it was horizontal compared to him, giving the bat enough room to massage it, or at least the minute fraction that he could reach. Though mercifully silent from the lack of air, Luther still felt his nuts churning beneath him, his body already used to the pressure and only feeding him what he had to know: that he was but seconds away from another surge. His suspicions were true: his spurts were coming in wider and wider intervals, but rather than slowing down, they seemed to be getting increasingly stronger, his body tapping into some kind of growth “bank” and withdrawing from investments he didn’t even remember making. The Earth was conquered and its orbit occupied, but the moment he took the next step in his road to ascension, it too ceased to be relevant. Quite literally so, as it smashed itself apart against the side of one of his nuts, Luther himself having become large enough that he could see the entire Solar System and, perhaps most importantly, reach it. All above him, he saw the results of his maddened sprint to vastness. It wasn’t even right to call that cosmically-sized stream of cum as being made up of gallons; such a measurement left so much to be desired that it was practically insulting. No, what he had there was the beginning of a nebulae, perhaps several, ready to be made even bigger the next time he let loose another climax. Of course, that much was a complete lie; the next spurt would put even that colossal release to shame, probably being enough to obfuscate a large part of the galaxy. But it didn’t come. He rumbled, he quaked, he vibrated from head to toe, but it didn’t hit him. Five minutes, ten, and he remained at the same size. Half an hour and he was still the same, though the build-up in power was clearly there. All of his focus went towards keeping himself awake for when the floodgates open, so he could appreciate what it was like to really feel pleasure. An hour passed and finally he felt it, the wave crashing into him from the inside. In that moment, he knew bliss. In that moment, the galaxy lost a good chunk of a galactic arm as his cum displaced it. And in the moment after, there was no more galaxy.
Both Shrapnel and Liz had to exercise a significant amount of self-restraint not to instantly reply with a loud, simultaneous “Yes!”, but this wouldn’t really matter in the long run, considering the state that the younger serval was in. Seeing as her mom was obviously keeping tabs on them, it was just a matter of time before they realized that something was off about their daughter’s belly, and from there… well, who knew? The only certainty was that neither of the two lovebirds felt like hiding it anymore, and so, just as Cynthia kept trying to admonish them for not considering the consequences for their actions, they resolved to keep quiet, staring back at the older feline to see how long it would take them to figure out something was wrong. Granted, Cynthia was worried enough that it took more than a few minutes of ranting about property damage and potential exponential growth, none of which really filtered back down to the two people who should most be listening to it, after which something finally clicked inside of her and the serval noticed the two large grins staring back at her. Her mind had to backpedal, trying to remember where in her condemnations she had said something funny, but as she tried to contain her flailing, her eyes happened to glance towards her daughter, high atop the throne of tits attached to their chest… and towards the noticeably swollen, clearly still-bloating belly they sported. In an instant, the older cat’s stony, irritated expression mellowed out, melting into the widest, most beaming smile that one could possibly imagine; truly, a motherly switch had been flipped inside of her head, because when she next opened her mouth, what came out weren’t words, but something of a babbling sob mixed together with pseudo-baby noises, most of which seemed to be made without Cynthia realizing it as her brain tried to process the concept that she was about to become a grandmother, and her little Liz had finally grown up to be a true adult. Both the younger serval and the wolf beside her breathed a sigh of relief, believing themselves to have cleared the danger zone, but what neither of them could know was that all they’d done was buy themselves a little grace period before Cynthia’s sentient functioning returned… at which point, things would veer towards a much more dangerous and expansive direction. For the motherly instincts that seeing a gravid belly had triggered in Cynthia weren’t merely circumscribed to feelings of pride for her daughter, or the remembrance of her time being pregnant with Elizabeth; they also had the rather unfortunate side effect of awakening a certain few desires within the older woman, desires she hadn’t had fulfilled since Liz’s father had knocked her up and then left for parts unknown. The idea of ever being pregnant again had slipped from Cynthia’s mind since then, mostly because she had her daughter to take care of, partly because of the effects it had on her body; but as she stood there, trying and failing to climb onto a pair of tits that shouldn’t be as large as they were to attempt to massage a gravid tum that grew bigger with each passing second, something occurred to her: clearly, Elizabeth could take care of themselves, as they were a big girl now, which left plenty of time for Cynthia to try and explore avenues of pleasure that she had denied herself up until that point. More specifically, if her daughter was ready to move on and have a life of their own, then clearly she herself was open to yet another good breeding, preferably one that’d leave her body at least halfway as ridiculously proportioned as Elizabeth’s; it wasn’t as if she was jealous of her daughter’s body (she was) or felt bad about not being as blessed when she became pregnant years prior (she did), it was just that Liz’s tits were bigger than hers could ever be, and that just wasn’t fair. She was her mother, after all, and that meant she deserved the bigger milkers, even if it meant using less than orthodox methods to get them. Like Shrapnel! Her head veered towards the young wolf, eyes gleaming with a predatory flame that made her soon-to-be-lover’s spirit drop once he looked back and saw who, or better yet what, was staring at him. That wasn’t Cynthia, the kind serval with an odd penchant for performative displays of bigness that he’d grown accustomed to; this was an animal, a beast in search of someone to rut her, to fill her with seed until she, too, ballooned outwards with young, the same kind of look that some part of Shrapnel remembered seeing in Elizabeth when the two of them were stuck in the room fucking each other senseless. And once Cynthia took a step forward closer to him, once the distance between the two became increasingly smaller, Shrapnel realized that he couldn’t get away from it all; he was stuck between the serval on his front, the wall to his back, and Elizabeth’s bust to his side, leaving only a small opening to the left if he wanted to run away… but did he want to run? Did he want to toss away such an opportunity, to breed not just Elizabeth, but Cynthia as well, to suddenly have two lovers with whom he could share his endless, bottomless sex drive, two gorgeous, beautiful, funny, entertaining and frankly amazing women who he’d adore the opportunity to be around more? Now that he thought about it, wouldn’t it be best if all three of them went into this together? That way, he and Elizabeth could stay at Cynthia’s place, maybe expand it a bit to help deal with the influx of babies that were sure to come out of his breeder instincts being unleashed; he wasn’t thinking about the practical implications, the reasons for wanting this to happen, or hell, if Liz even wanted it herself. All the wolf could think about was that busty, lustful serval walking towards him, ripping her shirt off to reveal her tits in their full splendour, milk already pouring out and daring him to take another sip, another mouthful, to gorge himself on it and grow even bigger than before… and just like that, he was pinned against the wall, one nipple forced into his mouth and pouring what felt like gallons of cream down his throat, with the other making its way downwards as Cynthia dragged it across his body, towards what felt li-oh no. Before he could do anything about it, he felt it: the second nipple, unceremoniously shoved directly into his sheath, triggering all sorts of beeps and alarms from his collar, the compressor gear practically screeching in order to let him know that something had breached the compression perimeter and endangered the stability of the entire field. This was easily silenced by a couple of well-placed taps on Cynthia’s part, though she didn’t go as far as to actually remove the collar itself. Rather, she dug into it, managing to place a single finger in between it and Shrapnel’s neck… which she then used to yank the wolf’s head even further onto her nipple, almost to the point where he couldn’t open his mouth wide enough to take it all, at the same time as she heaved her whole body forward to try and press as much of herself into her new lover as possible. Behind her, Liz was clapping, cackling like a maniac as she offered both encouragements and very lewd suggestions as to what her mother should do in order to get the best rise out of Shrapnel, including all of his “sweet spots” that always made him melt whenever they were stimulated in the slightest. Cynthia didn’t even hear half of it, and even if she had, it was doubtful that she’d care much; her daughter might be knocked up, but she had years of experience on her, and if there was anyone there who would find out just what made Shrapnel melt like hot chocolate, then she was determined that it would be her, with no help required. Granted, it wasn’t exactly hard considering she had her nipples stuffed into two very sensitive places and was already pouring with so much milk the collar compressor was clearly about to give out and release the wolf’s full size into the world, but that hardly mattered; she did, after all, have one of her engorged teats inside his sheath, so as soon as the cock came out of it, where would it go? Exactly. Then her daughter would see just what growth was like, when handled by those who weren’t afraid to take risks and adopt more unorthodox strategies; hell, the older serval wasn’t even thinking about where she was anymore, nor the fact that the only reason the three of them were there was to stop unnecessary growth explosions. The only thing left in that lust-addled mind of hers was the need to be bred, and the intense, burning desire to grow unabated… and that wolf, right there in front of her, was the key to that. Not that Shrapnel had much of a choice in the matter, but he did seemingly accept his new fate with ample amounts of enthusiasm, if the way he hugged the tit pushed against his mouth was any indication. The young man threw his arms forward, holding as much of the mound’s soft flesh as he could while simultaneously trying to milk it in a rather uncoordinated and amateurish fashion; it was obvious he needed proper guidance in that matter, guidance that Cynthia was more than happy to provide as she moved her hands closer to his and slowly intertwined their fingers, that she may demonstrate how one properly milked a breast as big as that one. No such help was required for the nipple shoved into his sheath though; the momma serval had to exercise a lot of willpower not to constantly moan whenever she felt the wolf’s hips buck forward, the faintest hint of his cocktip already already trying to push inside of her. This was a dangerous game she was playing, one that could only result in the three of them growing uncontrollably massive, but she no longer cared; she wanted to be bred, not just to be knocked up, but be bred like an animal, to feel that primal rush of endorphins as her insides were painted white and her body bloated in every direction to help compensate for the young that were sure to come. Surely, if her daughter took so easily to it, then that must mean Shrapnel was very virile, and if that much were true, Cynthia was going to milk him for every last drop. So what if there were alarms blaring around them already? She could easily ignore them, all three of them could. So what if the collar compressor on Shrapnel’s neck began to complain about reaching “maximum sizes” and “fluid build-up” or other such nonsense? She knew exactly how to mute it in a way that bypassed all the backup safety measures, letting the two of them enjoy their moment together without anything interrupting them. For every problem, there was a solution; even the rush of boots outside as the security staff came thundering down the hallway could be easily solved by Liz showing some initiative and dragging herself back so her tits blocked the door, keeping the room nice and clear and empty of anyone trying to stop them from thoroughly enjoying themselves. Sure, they were most likely going to end up bursting free of the building and needing compressors of a much higher grade than the ones already being used, assuming any could be found that could physically fit them, but that was a concern for future Cynthia, future Liz and future Shrapnel; their present versions had only one thing they should worry about: Breeding.
Still, for the time being, Jupiter was good enough, and for that, they were more or less ready. As soon as the last of the blessed arrived from Central Asia and Eastern Europe and Africa, everything was ready, and the only thing left was to wait for the correct moment to have Woz take off; fortuitously, there was a perfect moment lined up for just a couple of months after the last sentient on the planet boarded the gator, after which they’d have to wait another six or so months, and even then it’d be a risky endeavour. Thus, the Cult of the Ever Gluttonous worked overtime to have everything prepared, and when the day finally arrived… there were no speeches. Delton felt this was more appropriate; with most people on their god being too busy experiencing pleasure unlike any of them imagined possible, then the best that they, the leadership, could do for the uninitiated was to let them keep on experiencing it without interruptions. Thus, the higher priests exchanged a few curt words, and soon after they issued the order for the maintenance crews to shut off the nutrient paste pumps. In the midst of all this, Woz had ceased understanding time and the passage thereof quite a long time prior. Even the notion that he had become something like a super-Antoine had slipped from him completely, since clearly he was still being fed, which had to mean that people were fine with him being as big as he was. Besides, it wasn’t as if he was making demands of anyone, nor imposing himself upon a world that didn’t want him; they decided to worship him, and Woz had done nothing to force this. Hell, he’d gone out of his way to make it so that his weight and fat were redistributed to as many people as possible, since, after all, he’d be more than capable of filling up again within just a handful of seconds. Therefore, there was nothing left for him but to… be. To be, and to live life, and to become as a god to every living, thinking creature on the planet; to gorge, to consume, to feast, to eat, in an endless, eternal banquet that everyone else seemed more than happy to indulge him with, so who was he to deny them? It was his destiny to become the biggest and fattest gator to have ever lived, and while he was reasonably certain that he already was, he wasn’t certain, and the only way to make certain was to ensure that there was nothing left to be eaten that would let any other gator attain even a fraction of the size that he himself had. And throughout it all, a pleasure that could not be overstated, an enjoyment that bordered on the indecent, a pleasure so acute that it was almost painful at times. Mortal minds were not meant to experience these things, and for all of his cult’s posturing, Woz was still a mortal, albeit an incredibly odd example of one… which, of course, meant his brain had to be rewired in order to better deal with what he was experiencing. If mortals could not comprehend the pleasure, then he had to stop being a mortal, simple as that; hence, when the pumps were removed and funnel installed, the creature that stirred from a food coma and woke with a grumble that shook with a force beyond ten on the Richter scale was not the Woz that had begun eating back at the bayou. It was an entity far beyond what the gator used to be, a singular being whose core motivation for existing was to consume, and whose reign would be long, productive, and bring an eternal paradise to anyone who would be so kind as to just climb on and accept his superiority and dominance. He didn’t quite care that it was precisely this sort of attitude that led to him accepting the eat-off against Antoine in the first place; after all, Antoine was right there and had given him their blessing, so clearly everything was perfectly fine. Even then, with his head at the edge of the greater cosmos beyond, he could see himself bigger, could see himself fatter, and knowing exactly what his cult’s plans were, there was only one reasonable and realistic way forward: he had to burp. Luckily, it was very easy; all it needed was for him to do… nothing, since his body had been yearning for some release for quite a while. The moment the pumps were out, his entire form began rumbling, the shockwaves crisscrossing it only magnifying one another and causing everyone atop it to have to hold onto the nearest slab of outlying pudge to keep from being rolled off towards the lower levels. Those at the bottom held on for dear life, as the power contained within the burp was such that it very nearly knocked them off of Woz at the exact moment where they couldn’t afford to have that happen. Those at the top glued themselves to Delton, who cackled maniacally as his god finally ascended to take their rightful place in the heavens. And in the middle of it all, Woz himself was mostly just happy that he finally got to get a good belch out, even if it was taking a lot more time than it usually did on account of how long it had been since his last one. There was a ball of gas inside him that wanted out, but it was so gargantuan that even with his expanded digestive system, it was still a near-sisyphean task to get it to move upwards without getting stuck; meanwhile, the rumbling and quaking only became more powerful, with his grumbling stomach becoming nigh-on deafening for every second that the burp didn’t take place. One second after another, with Woz actually closing his mouth around the funnel so tightly that he almost snapped it in half; he was concerned that the belch wouldn’t come to pass, so much so that, for the first time in over a year, he tried moving his arms, presumably in an attempt to rub his belly to get the damned ball of gas out of there. Of course, said arms were buried underneath literal miles of fat, so this accomplished very little other than get part of him to wiggle a bit more than usual. But that was just it: he didn’t have to do it. He might rumble, he might turn into a series of rippling waves of fat moving up and down a form that covered entire continents as a result of his pent-up burp, but it was for this reason that he had the entire population of the planet on top of him… and this population refused to remain still. They rolled around, they hugged him, they grew, they fattened, they jumped, they did all manner of things which, when he learned to relax and feel them properly, were everything he ever truly needed: acceptance. The love of others around him, expressed both spiritually and physically, and through it, the last step in the Big Move; all it took was him internalising it for the last barrier to be broken down, and for the ball of gas in his stomach to begin its rapid ascent upwards towards his mouth. Clamping his teeth down on the funnel as hard as he could, Woz closed his eyes and expanded his mind, letting Delton and his higher priests, as well as the wonderful Antoine by their side, know that it was about to happen. And then… he burped. It was hard to describe how it felt, given that it was the perfect combination of release, sexual climax, and just all-around pleasant comfort that could only truly be achieved after a full meal and good lil’ burp, except scaled up several billion times and turned into a propulsion mechanism. It was almost quaint how the little ones on him thought that a funnel would hold the full force of it; it barely lasted for a couple of seconds before it was broke into pieces, the pieces then pushed outward in the flow of gas along with the first few strands of spittle, more or less fired into orbit from the first impact alone. Amazingly, despite the belch happening, the rumbling coursing through Woz’s body only became worse… mostly since he still had plenty of pent-up gas and he had the soundwaves and airborne shockwaves to contend with. His entire body turned into one colossal resonator, amplifying the strength of the vibrations to the point that, when they were transferred to the ground below him, they promptly cracked it open; fault lines were torn asunder moments after creation, the very surface of the planet being pulverised with every moment it was subjected to the totality of Woz’s body. It wouldn’t last long; the year-long destabilisation caused by the gator’s burgeoning growth had turned the planet’s crust into a house of cards, ready to collapse at the slightest touch, and with this belch, the touch had finally come. Much like removing the keystone from an arch, everything came crumbling down, and rather than Woz taking off from the planet, Earth itself crumbled underneath him, with the ludicrous amount of energy unleashed by the burp causing everything down from the surface to the mantle and inner core to begin vibrating in just the right frequency to shake the whole world apart. Like an overpressurized egg, the planet cracked open, the silent explosion visually overshadowed by the sight of Woz’s form, finally freed from any obstacles, unfurling “downwards”; no longer was he sitting on anything, he was floating, and for the first time in goodness knows how long, he was comfortable and capable of moving… even if not that effectively. Still, enough for him to point himself in the right direction, even if this did mean getting most of his eruction pointed directly at the sun; then again, all the spittle flying off into the distance would serve its purpose, softening up the local star for when he eventually made his way towards it. For the time being though, he had another journey to make, one that would take him a good week or so at the speeds that he was capable of reaching; the only negative aspect was that he was in a vacuum, and as such couldn’t really hear the burp… though he could certainly feel it. He never stopped jiggling, never stopped shaking, never stopped being crisscrossed by shockwaves of increasingly greater strength, turning his entire form into one immense pile of gelatin-like gator fat. And as he kept going, so too did the little ones above him struggle to hold on, for the power of it all was such that merely being near Woz during the belch was enough to cause them to bloat and swell far in excess to what they had already, as if the non-sound had triggered an ultimate transformation. Eventually, the first would jettison themselves, choosing to orbit the planetoid-sized gator in preparation for when he dropped the last three letters from the descriptor; soon, others would merely let go, preferring to go the length of the journey in freefall until Woz was eventually recaptured by Jupiter’s gravity well. And with a trail of drool leading from where Earth used to be, spreading itself through Mars’ orbit and the asteroid belt, a week’s worth of belching ended with Woz finally being caught up by the gas giant, just barely able to slow down fast enough to start orbiting it, and even then needing a tactical turnaround in order to decelerate properly. But when the gator opened his eyes, when he, for once, caught a glimpse of existence outside of his fat cave in a surprise prepared for him by Delton and his team of engineers, and he saw the beauty of Jupiter just there, waiting to be devoured… … well, he would’ve weeped, but he was no longer one for sentimentalism. He did lick his lips though, right before the nutrient pumps were restarted in preparation for the full syphoning of Jupiter to begin. Plenty of seconds to go around.
Surprisingly, no one working with them on a daily basis really seemed to notice it, despite how unlikely that was. Perhaps they were all just glad to be rid of the major problem of warehouse-filling boob sizes and were glad to ignore something that was, by all objective measurements, downright minor in comparison; as long as there were no more explosions, the researchers were more than happy to move on and not think too hard about it, even when they unequivocally caught the two women openly discussing the subject… purely in hypotheticals, of course. Neither Linda nor Beth were ready to break through that polite fiction they had set up for themselves, that their talks about growing sizes and being bigger were anything other than just “dreams” or “maybes”, as opposed to something that was very much taking place in front of their eyes; part of them feared that if they drew attention to it and made it “real”, for lack of a better word, then not only would they make it worse somehow, but attract the attention of Rivtech and its ever-present corporate oversight. And going back to what they had just left behind was the last thing they wanted to do. So they talked about it, pretending as if it was just a hypothetical, even as their discussions grew increasingly more detailed and carried with them snippets from events that actually took place in their daily life, bits and pieces that wouldn’t make sense in a purely theoretical scenario but which they insisted on pretending was only there for the sake of setting up an example. They talked at length about what they would do if Linda ever managed to develop the ability to control her size, what would happen if her size ever fluctuated without her control, always speaking towards the future and never quite managing to discuss things in the present tense… not even when their close physical proximity inevitably resulted in Beth becoming intimately acquainted with a bust that was clearly bigger than it had been before they began talking, her eyes half-lidded as she maneuvered herself to get on top of that gorgeous panda she was happy to call her partner. Linda, for her part, would be lying if she said she didn’t want to talk about it in more realistic terms, but found that approaching the subject from this odd, almost self-denying angle was far more fun than it really should be. It was like a form of roleplay, where both her and Beth acted like they were in those comics they used to like perusing through, as if their lives had turned into the first few foreplay pages before the expansion and growth kicked in; it tickled a few of her buttons, she wasn’t about to deny that, and as the days went on and her control over her bust size grew more powerful, it felt like the perfect complement to this new, unexplained ability of hers, because it too was becoming hard to deny. If initially it was something that just happened whether or not Linda really wanted it to, as the days passed and the effects became more and more noticeable, the panda found herself capable of, if not outright telling her body when to start and stop, at least have it speed up or slow down, usually enough to lead into a size she felt like experimenting with. Some more time and this would eventually lead to a much finer control, until, with some effort, Linda was able to outright initiate a growth spurt and get it to brake just enough to stop on its own… until she could put an end to it without having to resort to a slowdown period. It all took some time, of course, but given that the two of them were stuck in observation and Rivtech wasn’t about to let them go any time soon, there really wasn’t much else that could be done apart from the standard exercise routine. Besides, with Beth there, it served as a motivator to try and get her life back on track on her terms, no one else’s; if she wanted bigger tits, she’d get them. This worried Rue, to some extent, who felt it was technically her job to put an end to this self-exploration, yet couldn’t really bring herself to talk it out with either the panda gal or the human half of the couple, for fear that she might just trip up and say or do something that would completely ruin the trust they had built with one another. Knowing just how difficult the trek had been for the two test subjects, the doctor had no intention of spoiling their fun, especially if it was controllable, nor did she want to sour their relationship by letting the two young women think that she herself had been some kind of corporate stooge all along; Rue’s intentions were nothing if not genuine, because even if Rivtech could take an extended walk into the ocean and not turn back around, Linda’s condition was still wildly unpredictable, potentially unstable, and definitely hazardous to both their health and the safety of others. What if they had another growth spurt like the one that started everything and led to her being put in charge of the project? Or worse, what if this new explosion of growth never stopped, or Linda decided to consciously keep it going for so long that it became self-sustaining? She couldn’t feasibly be brought back into company custody every time something half-bad happened, so control was paramount. And yet, despite being both fully aware of this and seriously concerned by the implications of Linda being able to control her bust size at will, Rue really couldn’t find it in her to try and stop them. She’d watch the couple through the security cameras on occasion, just to make sure everything was still above board, and just the sight of those two finally being happy and content was… a bit too much to bear. Perhaps she had become emotionally invested and should discharge herself from the project for the sake of integrity and ethical standards; in fact, that was very likely to be true, and each second she spent not distancing herself corrupted the results further. But these weren’t lab rats that Rivtech was playing with, they were people, they were two young lovers who just wanted to get back on with their lives and try to experience something resembling normalcy after months of a company-imposed hell resulting from a freak genetic storm. For Rue to want to prolong observation past the necessary point, or worse, keep Linda and Beth in custody for further examination, would be for her to betray the trust she had built with those two; worse yet, and after reading through the gene-scans provided by the labs, it would probably be completely useless as well. The results were nonsensical, and yet they were absolutely correct, with no machine defects or sample contamination found. Against all odds, and in defiance of any sort of basic scientific logic, Linda’s genetic code had somehow repaired itself, or something else entirely had swooped in, fixed it for her, then left the premises before it could be identified or leave behind any evidence to its existence. Rather than the serious damage that had been present all throughout the research project, most of the panda’s DNA strands presented only slightly above-average deterioration, and as the tests continued and the days turned into weeks, this sliver of difference grew slimmer still until, somehow, Linda stabilized. It was utterly inexplicable, and almost made Rue decide to force the couple to remain for longer so they could run more tests, but as the additional batteries continued to give her the exact same results, again and again, the doctor had to admit defeat; running more exams would just tell her what she already knew, and as infuriating as that was, it could only mean that the answer to her dilemma had to lie elsewhere, in the literal encyclopedias’ worth of data they had stored on who knew how many external hard drives by that point. Being told that they were to be released to the wider world was perhaps the happiest day in Beth and Linda’s life, far eclipsing anything they had already experienced together. Once Rue stepped into their living quarters and broke the news, looking oddly exhausted and listless, the young couple felt like jumping to their feet and screaming their heads off in sheer glee, deciding to hold it in for the sake of decorum instead… at least until such a point as they were alone, with the good doctor flinching and jumping in reflex the moment she closed the door behind her on her way out. For the two former test subjects, this was it, this was the end of it; no more exams, no more time wasted going through data points they already knew about, no more wondering about whether or not they’d ever go back to a regular life. Two more weeks and it would be over, at least until they had to report in a month afterwards for a physical check-up; in the meantime, they could get their life back on track, find new jobs, draw up new plans, and decide on what to do together. This was perhaps the most important part of it all. They’d gone into this turbulent mess as two separate creatures with an undeniable attraction for one another, but over the course of everything that had happened, they had grown too close to ever be separated; hell, given what they had to deal with, the two of them were convinced that anything the real world could throw at them would be peanuts compared to some of the worst days they spent dealing with Linda’s unique issue. Taxation, house ownership, running a work shift? Those were nothing compared to the simple fact that, at the end of the day, the two of them were there for one another, waiting to fall into one another’s arms and sleep away the night in their mutual warmth. No more walls separating them, no more cameras to reveal their more intimate moments to prying eyes; just themselves, alone, in their home, and absolutely nothing else. And with Linda’s control over her own size becoming far greater with each passing day, the two of them began to explore the option of simply… talking about it. Discussing it in the present tense, like it was something that was just normal, as opposed to a potential disaster in the making; no need to stress out over something that didn’t happen, after all, so why should they be worrying about what might go wrong when it didn’t go wrong? Clearly, if Linda’s body was going to undergo another growthsplosion, then it wouldn’t be shrinking back to sizes that were just as small as the ones it started off as, and if it was going to go out of control, then Linda herself wouldn’t fully capable of ordering it around, adding and removing cup sizes at will. Granted, it did leave her significantly more tired than before, not to mention in serious need of a snack afterwards, but what mattered was that it was controllable; and being controllable, it meant the two of them could figure out plenty of ways to keep it under control, even under the worst of circumstances, no Rivtech, medication or therapy required. It was a brand new life they were building for themselves, and one they were eager to get on with as soon as possible. As much as they appreciated Rue and everything she did for them, it was time to move on and do something different after such a long time stuck under Rivtech’s control. So, with each passing day that brought them closer to release, Linda and Beth went through the motions with just a little bit more enthusiasm, and yet a little bit less precision or care. They were going to leave. They were going to be free. And they were going to be together.
It had been a few days since the three of them were unceremoniously shown the door and given a warning not to engage in any more “high-impact debauchery”, whatever that was supposed to mean, and things could not have gone better. Granted, getting the house fixed up after the slight mishap when the youngest two of the group got a little too frisky with one another was still going to take a while, and it was true that things had gotten to the point where they simply couldn’t do whatever they wanted, for fear of accidentally barrelling over a large chunk of the city… but no one could stop them from walking around and enjoying life as a happy couple, especially now that they were fully mobile again. Both the serval and wolf caused a significant amount of damage to the research facility before the on-site staff managed to break through the thick coating of rubble and snap some compressor clothes on them, and even then it took several more layers before the situation was even remotely stabilized; it was a dangerous, novel approach, and one that carried a non-zero risk of backfiring horrendously via complicated spatial dynamics that none of the people involved truly understood, but at least that dice roll came out in everyone’s favour. Though it required a significant amount of effort to calm Shrapnel, Liz and Cynthia down enough to get them to stop rutting one another like wild animals, and even more to convince them to keep the clothes on for their own sake and the sake of the entire planet around them, the three kinksters responsible for the destruction of one of the most state-of-art, advanced research facilities in the field of dimensional compression eventually agreed to keep it in their pants and not push their limits even more than they already had… not exactly saying much in their case, but at least it was better late than never, even if just barely. Not only was the building mostly destroyed, their expanding forms having spared only the main storage warehouses and, mercifully, the server mainframe containing all the research data, but the ridiculous amounts of growth that they had caused in one another had led to their bodies reacting… explosively. And expansively. Mostly the latter, to be quite honest, especially when it came to the size of their assets; never in his life did Shrapnel think that he’d ever be able to look down and see a sheath that covered most of the space from his waistline down to the bottom of his calves, along with a pair of nuts that dragged behind him on the ground whether or not he liked it. Never in his life did he think he’d see that and be able to know it was but a fraction of his true size, hidden away by multiple stacked layers of compressor clothes and trinkets just barely keeping him contained, one click of a button or a bad decision away from unleashing an apocalypse of cum and cockflesh upon the city. Much the same could be said for Cynthia, whose tits had reached such an impressive state that, even with several bras worn on top of one another, her smallest size was already bigger than her fullest, most stuffed one had been prior to letting Shrapnel go wild on her. But the biggest winner, without a doubt, would have to be Liz; if the serval’s mom had been blessed thrice over by the boob fairy and her mate had inadvertently turned himself into the dream breeder, then Elizabeth herself was… something else. Perhaps the most striking change was the fact that her belly was still slung out in front of her, courtesy of a pregnancy that her mother had also been ladened with; the main difference being that, for whatever reason, Liz had taken quite a bit better to Shrapnel’s virility than her mom had, hence why that absolutely colossal womb she had on full display was, itself, also under the effects of a series of compressor layers. She had initially protested, half because she wanted to remain stranded atop her gravid self, half because she was genuinely scared for the safety of her little ones, requiring a lot of time and energy on the part of the on-site staff before she even thought about agreeing to the use of a secondary set of compressor layers. In the end, it was Shrapnel’s promise to help her “test the limits” on what the compressors were capable of that got her to stand down and accept the offer, at which point she regained her own mobility… at least for the belly. In many respects, it was impressive just how easily her body took to being changed by this newfound pregnancy of hers (that and ample supplies of extra seed), because she was left far, far bigger than her mother; perhaps it was the fact that this was her first, and thus her body did what Cynthia’s had years prior and… adapted. A large amount of young required a heaping load of milk to keep them well-fed, after all, and what better way to ensure that was the case than to leave the serval positively gargantuan? It was nothing short of a wonder that she could even walk at all, because even her compressed state was so much larger compared to her mom that the best way it could be described was via direct comparison: if one were to take Cynthia’s full bust, at its current “smallest” size, it would add up to about the same as a single one of Elizabeth’s nips, and though those things were almost ludicrously huge compared to the tits they were capping, along with a set of areolae that covered most of the front of Liz’s mounds, her bust was just as massive as that comparison might imply. Just walking down the street was enough to completely take over her surroundings, as no cars could drive past her, and no one could really use the sidewalks unless they were crawling on the ground; being able to sit outside restaurants and playfully tease her mate was a thing of the past for the young serval, though at least her new size opened plenty of new opportunities if only the two of them found some place with enough empty room that she could sit comfortably in: such as the local park! Granted, she had to push a great number of people out of the way without even realizing she was doing so (or perhaps just not thinking too much about it), but given the sort of show it allowed her to put on, this was nothing more than further fuel to the fire; if beforehand the serval could easily set Shrapnel off just by openly groping herself in public, threatening to unleash her tits upon the world as her hands danced between her soft, furred flesh and the thin layers of cloth keeping her at least nominally decent, now that the slingshot bikini was mandatory she had to come up with new, inventive ways of making her wolf partner sweat… ways such as outright plunging her hands into her tits and letting Shrapnel watch as they vanished all the way to the wrist, elbow, nearly the shoulder, the grumbling of milk loud and almost ear-piercing in how much churning was produced from such a simple gesture. That, and the knowledge that what the two of them were seeing, this absurd and exaggerated caricature of what breasts were, was nothing but a decimal point of a decimal point of a fraction of a single percentage point of what Elizabeth really had to offer; though she was contained before the worst happened and her whole body went out of control, the technicians manning the observation consoles noted with some trepidation that the combination of a good breeding, copious amounts of spunk and just her innate genetic make-up had all led to a growth spurt that, as far as anyone knew, hadn’t actually stopped. The truth was, the compressors that Elizabeth had on were far beyond what she actually needed, because frankly, no one had any other ideas for how to deal with the impending boobpocalypse; the one solution they could come up with was giving her enough dimensional room to work with that it would take at least a couple of months before it was completely full, but what happened after that was still up for debate. New, better compressors? Being jettisoned into space? Frankly, Elizabeth didn’t really care, and neither did Shrapnel; as far as they were concerned, the compressor array wouldn’t last for more than a few days, let alone a couple of whole months, because they certainly weren’t about to hold back from having some fun… especially not with how eagerly the wolf responded to seeing his partner openly indulge in the kind of debased displays of lewd behaviour that were, up until very recently, the exclusive purview of fantastical animations and the occasional comic strip of highly variable quality. No, Liz was there, and she was very real; those tits weren’t merely rendered, they were physical, and if he wanted to he could actually reach out and touch them! Not that he should, given that it almost certainly guaranteed that his cock would emerge from a sheath that was about as big as it needed to be to service the monster hiding inside, so obviously the best thing he could do was hug the serval from behind and keep his mind and hands focused on rubbing that gravid belly of hers, the one he’d helped to create in the first place. He could feel the immense tightness, the way that it occasionally bloated by a few inches before the compressors kicked in and stabilized it; much like the tits resting on it, the size of that womb was such that even its compressed state forced Elizabeth’s belly to nearly drag on the ground several feet in front of her, requiring each step be taken with the utmost of care, so as to not disturb the little ones within. Shrapnel could only imagine what its true size may be, considering the growth spurts that just barely got caught by the dozens of compression layers… not that he should imagine it, given the sort of consequences that brought along with it, but it was always fun to consider such a notion in the abstract, with enough distance between himself and the concept of it to keep his dick from rising to full mast. Didn’t exactly stop it from poking Liz’s back, but then again, all that did was give her yet more reasons to hurry up and get to the park so the two of them could have some fun, rather than waste so much time deliberately showing off to as many people as she could… plus, she was holding back traffic, and the city’s mayoral office probably wouldn’t take that too lightly, even if she literally couldn’t help herself. In the end, what used to be a ten minute walk from Cynthia’s place to a large patch of open greenery took the better part of an hour, left several streets’ worth of buildings utterly ravaged as their facades were either smoothed into a flattened state or just ripped out entirely, and caused enough second-hand arousal that there was probably a small flooding hazard developing in their wake; not that any of this registered with either of the two lovebirds, for whom the only important part was that they had finally gotten somewhere that had enough space that they could, at long last, enjoy one another the way that they were supposed to: carnally, and without the slightest concern for limits, safety, consequences or even basic physics! Sure, it’d probably end up with them thoroughly shattering the various compressors they were wearing, along with enough size bursts to cover a significant chunk of the city they lived in, but really, what was the point in holding back the inevitable? It wasn’t as if anyone had a plan for what would come after “a couple of months”, so might as well enjoy things while they lasted.
It was becoming increasingly more difficult to even be able to notice the difference between any given person as well; if the leopard had already resorted to swallowing entire groups of people back when he was still operating with heights that only had three digits, once his head broke through the first cloud layer and then just kept going it became entirely impossible for him to even grab one snack at a time. They were just too tiny, just too insignificant for him to mechanically accomplish such a thing, forcing him to resort to more drastic measures such as scooping up entire residential districts, or just outright uprooting whole villages and flipping them upside down above his open maw, the bottomless pit in his stomach only growing deeper and wider with each ounce of mass that was poured into it. Things quickly took a turn for the more ravenous once Cookie reached enough of a height that he could see the curvature of the planet he was on; by that point, every step he took was powerful enough to cause earthquakes, ones that would only grow more powerful as he carried on with his path of destruction, slowly but surely thinning out the world’s population, one settlement at a time. But the biggest threat came not from his size in general, nor even from his endless appetite, but from the… secondary effects of his rampage. Cookie would be lying if he said that at least half of his motivation wasn’t sexual in nature, even back when he still fit inside caves and bothered to tell others to fetch his meals for him; half the point was for him to thoroughly enjoy himself in a way that only he could, the physical gratification he felt from every prey devoured being enough to set him on edge and keep him there for so long that he almost went mad. It only made sense, then, that the bigger he went, the more the effects of this process would be magnified; if one prey already left him so horny that he felt the need to jack off immediately, millions of them had turned his hormonal system into something akin to a planet-sized superstorm, with the only thing holding him back from falling down and rubbing out several dozen ones being his overwhelming hunger for even more meals to scarf down. The balance, however, was quickly tipping in the former’s direction; though the colossal snow leopard could still focus on the overriding drive to consume more and more prey, the twitching and throbbing of his rock-solid member was hard to ignore, and impossible to deny, causing him to occasionally flinch and almost trip over himself whenever a particularly strong pleasure wave came crashing through his body as a result of the pressure inside of his shaft rising to unbearable levels. His nuts, too, were begging for some release, blue-balled purely by virtue of not being allowed to empty out, having to make due with whatever precum they could pump through the snep’s dick; granted, there was enough of it to flood entire landscapes, but that was far more a result of him being so big that the sky around him had begun to turn dark despite it being the middle of the day. Soon enough, he’d need a proper climax, much like he’d experienced back before starting his feeding frenzy; he’d need to stop, sit or lie down, and put both of his hands to good use pleasuring himself until he broke in half and flooded everything he could see in a thick carpet of white… and that gave him an idea. Cookie’s eyes opened wide as the thought coalesced in his mind, putting together the disparate parts of what could maybe be called a plan while he considered the end result; it was risky, yes, but assuming he managed to hold out for long enough, then he could make it work. And if he did… well, the thought of being able to coat the planet in his jizz was certainly enough to make him want to get started on it immediately, but if he wanted to truly experience what it was like to transcend the bounds of mortality and assert himself as that world’s new god, then he had to stick to said plan. That being, of course, to just do what he was already doing; Cookie wasn’t exactly the most complicated of people when it came to accomplishing his goals, and as his new objective was to simply grow big enough that he could quite literally flood the whole globe with a single, glorious release, there wasn’t a lot he could do beyond the obvious. If it wasn’t broken, there was no point trying to fix it, and now that his form had grown to such a large scale that he could probably walk around the equator in just under an hour, he could probably afford to pick up the pace; no need to stand around appreciating his meals when they were barely even a blip on his taste buds anymore, doubly so now that he had something to work towards. Besides, at his scale, it was far more efficient to simply erase entire demographics off the planet by sweeping up whole countries at a time and shovelling whatever happened to be alive down his throat, again and again, until there was nothing left for him to consume at all. As a process, it was doomed to end quicker the more it was fed into: after all, the more Cookie ate, the bigger he became, and the more he could gobble down the next time around. Thus, it didn’t take long before he hit the final barrier, and as much as he looked around for something else to eat, the snow leopard consistently came up empty; as much as he didn’t want to believe it, he had finally run out, having succeeded in his goal of consuming every prey on the planet. Sure, there were probably a handful of scattered survivors, but those hardly mattered compared to the hundreds of millions now making up his glorious form; they could have the privilege of watching as their new god ascended to the heavens… and quite literally so, as part of his plan involved him being in low orbit around the planet. Not that much of a hassle, truth be told, as he was already having to compete with the world for gravitational pull given his body’s density, and all it took was a quick skip and a hop for him to lift off from the surface, cutting ties with it completely; it felt odd, at least initially, to have nothing underneath him, as the vacuum of space was just that: a vacuum. He assumed it’d be like floating in a pool, but instead it was just… nothing. Nothing but a vast, open space, nothing but room for him to grow into and fill up with whatever he could produce, nothing but a whole cosmos’ worth of potential civilizations that he could locate, impress himself upon, and then promptly eat without a second thought. For a few moments, Cookie was stuck in that loop, imagining himself as some sort of cosmic mega-deity whose purview was that of destruction and consumption, himself as a pan-galactic monster of a feline who existed purely to find more prey to devour, growing ever more powerful as a result, all because he had let go and surrendered to his impulses with a bunch of peasants on some backwater planet. And the best part about that particular fantasy was that it was entirely achievable; his was such a perfect form that he had no need to breathe out in space, no need for rest, leaving him with nothing but time and ample motivation to take the universe by storm if he so desired… but first, the world responsible for his ascension. It was the plan, ultimately, and it felt wrong not to give that thing a proper send-off now that he was done with it; there might still be life down there, mostly animal, but the real meat of the meal was dried up, turning that piece of floating rock into little more than a useless sphere as far as Cookie was concerned. Still, there was something of an emotional attachment to it; he remembered arriving there as a perfectly regular-sized snep, albeit one with the potential to become what he eventually turned into, and now he was staring at it from such a vastly different angle that his previous self felt like an entirely different person, a lifetime that someone else had lived and left behind in his memories for whatever reason. Now he was a god, and while he wouldn’t deny that it was mostly thanks to his own actions, he also had to admit that, if not for the bountiful feast provided by that world, he’d never have gotten there; thus, the need to cap the ascension in such a way as to make it clear to any would-be contenders, if they ever reached the point he himself was at, just who they were dealing with. If anyone were left on the surface of the planet, they’d be able to see the snow leopard slowly reaching out towards it, two hands grabbing opposite sides of the world as his body finally settled into its final, titanic size; he had considered straight-up fucking the globe apart, but ultimately decided against it, as the alternative was far, far better. Instead, he pushed his cock against the surface, finding a large enough section of a continent that he could start bucking his hips and wouldn’t have to worry about any part of his member going without stimulation; the ground might be rough, and the geography might need some flattening, but all it took were a few seconds for him to carve out a deep, wide trench into which he could keep thrusting, keep rolling his hips, keep rubbing and reaching climax at a dangerously fast pace. Now that he had nothing else to do, and no other prey to consume, there was no barrier holding him from just cumming his brains out; no excuses meant his brain could focus entirely on all the pent-up pressure and backed-up pleasure, making it unsurprising that the amount of precum alone increased by such a high degree that it actually slipped into orbit just from how quickly it was being pumped out! Cookie took note of this, and through sheer force of will, managed to yank himself back at just the right moment to avoid wasting his seed when it was finally pumped out; a minute of rubbing his cock against an entire world was all that he needed to finally reach his edge and fly off of it, his brain outright stopping for a second as it rebooted during the moment of climax. For that second, Cookie genuinely thought he might be jettisoned backwards from the force of the release, but as soon as it became clear that he wasn’t going anywhere, he felt safe enough to bring his hands to his base so he could keep stroking himself, helping the climax along as it painted the whole world a pearly, stark white. It was like dropping a bucket of paint on something, with one enormous mound of thick, syrupy fluid in the middle of the impact site, oozing outwards to cover every surface that it could find, growing thicker and deeper still as time went on and more and more coating was added; with a body as large as his, it only made sense for a proper orgasm to leave the whole planet Cookie had just been on looking like a uniform white sphere, even if one with some slight irregularities. Oceans were consumed, landmasses covered, and soon enough the whole planet was covered underneath miles of the snow leopard’s spunk, roiling about with currents so strong that they could topple even the mightiest of buildings; such were the quantities of cum that they began cracking the surface from the pressure alone, infiltrating the interior of the world all the way down to the mantle and initiating a cycle that would, eventually, lead to its complete destruction. But, for now, it stood as a testament to Cookie’s power, and proof positive that he was, at long last, a true god. So clearly, he had to start working on his next meal.
Lost in Diplomatic Translation The gun shifted slightly, pulling the sight away from her eye. She sighed and tried to readjust the scope. Frustrated she almost threw the gun down, but she had a job to do. Eventually she was able to get the sight to line up the again, and she squeezed the trigger, letting off the explosive round. A crack and a boom let her know she’d struck the target, the giant mushroom-like plant exploding into a fireball that arched overhead. She shielded her eyes, the heat washing over them was painful. Throwing the gun back into the holster she turned to her companion. “Jrog, I am so ready to go back home. I’m sick of these damned stalks.” She gestured to the twin stalks that now held her eyeballs that wove slowly in the wind above her head. The grizzled hairy beast looked over at her. “Won’t help, you know.” “What won’t help?” She asked, her eyes bobbing slightly. They mirrored her voice, swaying automatically in a rhythmic dance that was the language of the planet’s inhabitants. “The change isn’t reversable. Or at least I don’t think it is. Well, if that’s why you want to bail on the contract.” He shrugged, his own beady eyes still firmly in place in his head, something she now clearly envied. She almost shrieked. Her eyestalks danced as she bit off words. “You mean I’m stuck like this?” “Yeah”. No emotion, not that there ever was much with the big beast, but here it infuriated her. She stared at the crumbling pile of ash, her eyes making it hard to focus as she realized that the freakish deformity was forever. Her hand raised to touch the slightly slimy appendages that floated above her head. She shuddered, contemplating a life where she would remain part of the slug-like creatures forever. “It was not worth twenty extra credits a cycle.” She mumbled. Jrog only nodded, returning to clean his equipment before they moved on to the next Akgahami Tree to eradicate. She didn’t tell him that they’d changed more than just her eyes. Already she could feel the faint slimy trail she left constantly from the opening of her sex. It seems that her job as diplomatic translator occasionally required more than just a few eyestalk waves. A vague sense of nausea swept over her as she felt the effects of the last diplomatic assemblage. There was a gentle pressure that was building in her nether parts. Now swelling and bulging in new and disturbing ways, the vivid blue and green folds intricate and new, and very eager to part for the eggs that were rapidly developing within her. The experience of mating with a sluglike alien creature was absolutely not worth the extra credits she was getting. She needed a raise. A big one.
The New Law 2 “Abigail, how are you darling?” “Well, Martha, how are you?” “Oh, quite well, I might say.” “Really? Your lord has been generous lately?” “Hmm, perhaps distracted is the better word.” “Oh, do tell.” “Well, as you know he’s been away on business for quite some time. Seems he might have been dallying a bit long over seas and hadn’t heard of our latest change of hearts in the Lord’s Parliament.” “Ah, so?” “As of yet, I still breath a free woman.” “That is very good. There are so few of us left.” “Then you?” “Still fit as a fiddle, and not yet my lord’s trophy.” “Hmm, I must admit some surprise to that.” “I do as well, but I shan’t look a gift horse in the mouth, as they say, for fear he might desire me to be his next mare. He is overly fond of horses, you know.” “Indeed, he does breed fine stock.” “I say, Martha, care for a stroll out to the veranda? I believe some matters would not do to discuss amidst the throng.” “I quite agree, but first, if you please it seems Lady Marcie seems to want a word with us.” “Indeed, but I do doubt a word will be said.” “Why, I do believe you’re right. Sad, but alas, her lord did make quite the pig of her.” “All but in manners it seems.” * * * “Good evening, Lady.” “Good evening… oink… Abigail… oink… Martha. Forgive me… oink… but speech… oink… is very… oink… difficult.. oink… for me… oink… now.” “Ah, I see. Terrible thing that.” “Please accept our deepest condolences as your Lord Master’s choice. We do miss out sparkling conversations.” “Oink.” “Yes, thank you, Lady. We wish you the best. Good evening and we shall let you return to your Lord Master.” “Oink.” * * * “My but I do hope I never end up like that.” “Nor I. Did you see the Lord’s look as she came over?” “Not one I care to ever see on my Lord Husband’s face.” “Indeed. I feel sorry for the poor lass. She wasn’t much to look at before, but she had such a sparkling personality and witty banter.” “I shudder at the thought. Few lords have taken the gift of speech from their ladies, but I’m afraid several have. Did you see the Lady Bethany?” “I saw that she wore a veil this evening and keeps reaching up to adjust it. Quite peculiar. Veils have never been much in fashion.” “I thought it odd myself, but upon greeting her in the parlor I did notice a most unseemly thing.” “Well, do tell, do not keep me in suspense!” “Seems she was drooling, something constant. At that moment she lifted enough of her veil to pat dry her mouth, and I beheld a vertical slit such as you or I would sport betwixt our legs.” “Oh dear, how unseemly for her.” “I fear so. She looks lost in a daze now. I doubt much passes between her ears now that isn’t thoughts of her Lord’s member between her lips.” “How positively barbaric.” “Perhaps. Though one must admit being remade for pleasure might not be the worst fate. Some have fared well in that.” “Ah, you mean the Lord Deputy Minister’s wife Kathrine?” “Certainly. Fair and handsome she is now, all waifish and never needing to worry that she’s anything less than the ephemeral beauty that her lord wishes.” “I admit, he did do well by her, but his daughter? Did you see?” “I did not, she is not here with her new husband. I hear she’s with babe.” “Very much so, but I saw her not long ago. Quite the bovine lass she is now. Perhaps not so bad as our dear Marcie’s look, but certainly much less than she was. I wanted to weep for her.” “Maybe someday we’ll be able to undo this horrid law, and save those who have been so cursed.” “But how? To even suggest, why that would be treason.” “This is why I came out to the veranda. Ears do not need hear of our plight.” “Ah, I understand.” “Then we are in agreement?” “I am ever faithful and your friend.” “Good. First of all, we need to see how many of our ladies remain.” “Not many I fear, and fewer each day. Did you note that we two are the only Lord’s wives unchanged? Even many of the gentry have already succumbed to the temptation. There are, perhaps, a dozen of us at this fete who are not yet under the yoke of this new law. Worse, I fear some who are yet to be might be untrustworthy.” “I agree, wholeheartedly, there must be more of us found and a manner which we can find if they are trustworthy. I do not think we shall gain much help from the peasants, but there may be a few among the merchant’s wives who would give us succor in our work for they too are at risk.” “Perhaps a lady’s club? The Lords have never cared much for whom we associate with, so long as they are not feuding over petty gambling bets.” “I thought the same thing. More, I think we need to reach out to the ladies who are changed.” “How so?” “Support, I suspect many of them would like to return to their former looks as much, or more, than we wish to avoid sharing their fate.” “Hmm, true. Are there some choice’s that you might try first?” “Perhaps. The Lord Deputy Minister’s daughter, she can still speak, yes? And I heard from my own servants that she was must unkind with her father over this new law. I think I shall attempt to invite myself to her side during her new motherhood, and perhaps we might gain a powerful ally in our cause.” “That is inspired. I have some connections among the gentry. Several of the women have been clamoring for a chance to come to pay a visit. Perhaps I shall have a ladies’ weekend while my lord is away with his mares.” “Excellent idea.” “Martha, but what if?” “Our lords take us to be changed too?” “Yes. I must admit I fear it may be coming. Whether sooner or later, I fear it.” “Perhaps, but we must undo this before it is too late. Swear secrecy with me now, and we shall move as quick as we can.” “I swear it, dear sister of my heart, together.” “This is good, let us return before we are missed. The air is chill and it is about time for the dances to begin.” * * * “We haven’t much time. I am only here to gather a few things, any more and my Lord Husband will wonder what keeps me. How goes it?” “Well, I think. My lord has still not returned from his travels, but I fear that letters back suggest he might be here soon. I have seven ladies coming for an afternoon of tea and embroidery lessons. I might as well put my needle to good use. Five are unchanged, the other twain includes the Lord Deputy Minister’s daughter, Elena. She accepted at once when I offered the invitation.” “Excellent. My first weekend shall be a week hence with several of the fawning ladies of the gentry who are yet unchanged. I hope to find some succor for our cause amongst them now. Already I have seen more who are sporting looks that they were not born with. Few so severe as Elena or poor Marcie, but Mirabelle now has quite impressive ears that suggest she may be more akin to a rabbit in, and out of, the bedroom.” “How dreadful. I wish to talk more, but I know you must hurry. I shall see you at the next market day I hope.” * * * “I must be brief; my lord returns tomorrow. Things continue apace, my sister, and we are now twenty strong. I fear though that another has fallen to her husband’s wiles and now sports such cleavage that cattle would be jealous of. She remains with us, and steadfast, but our number continue to dwindle as the magicians make short work of the ladies of rank.” “I wish you well sister. I will plan for another weekend soon; my Lord is away with the studs this month and will be kept busy.” “May your work bear fruit. I dread the morrow.” “Fear not, sister of my heart, we shall survive no matter what happens. Keep the faith.” * * * “My loving wife, how glad I am to see you.” “My lord, I am pleased to have you home. You shall find your estates ready and welcoming to your long-awaited return.” “This pleases me. Dutiful as ever a wife should be.” “I am but my lord’s servant.” “And how should serve?” “As you see fit.” “Indeed. Now, it seems to me that before I returned, I received a visitor upon the quay, a Lord of some standing who came to me as if on the wings of the wind. I heard much to tell, but most of all I heard about you.” “Me, my lord?” “Ah, yes, that you are stirring the pot among the ladies of the land in defiance of our just law.” “I would never!” “Silence. I have seen his hand on letters, signed by his own lady that lay bare your plots.” “Plots, my lord? Is it a plot to wish to remain your loving wife, as you married me?” “When you interfere with the law that grants men their rights to have wives they desire. So, where I had not come to do so, I am now held to behest of my fellow lords to silence you.” “No!” “Silence!” “I will not be! This law is unjust! I am not chattel! I am your wife, and would be the mother of your child, were you not spreading your seed amongst the serving maids as if it were coin at the bar.” “How dare you!” “How dare I? How dare you, any of you, demand I be other than I am. I will not be silence.” “You will be silent, now and forever, wife, if wife you shall remain.” “I will not!” “Geron, you may begin! Silence her in a way that makes her a most pleasing addition to my gardens.” “What? You brought a magician with you? No!” * * * “Here we are, my lady, as you requested. The fountain is over in yonder grove.” “Thank you. Would you give me a little while?” “I shall. I will await you under the beech tree.” “I am sorry, sister for taking so long to come. My lord forbade me from seeing you for so long. I wish I knew what to say to you save that all of us were punished. My lord has gifted me the hindquarters of a horse for my crimes. I cannot get over the feeling of lifting my tail for him as he has taken renewed interest in me to bear him a child, or the swelling in my new teats that suggest he has succeeded in placing one in my belly. I hope it shan’t be a foal, and I fear it might be a daughter who would be subject to this terrible law.” “I shouldn’t pour my misery out to you, it’s unkind of me. I, at least, can still speak. I wish, sister of my heart, that you could tell me if you even recognize my voice now as you stand there. I can imagine it is boring here, with little more than the birds to keep you company. To watch nothing more than the passing faces, and the ebb and flow of the seasons. I wish my fingers felt more than stone when I touch you, or the splash of the water from your nipples. Someday, sister, I promise, I will find a way to restore us all. Until then, I wish I could do more for you.” “Peace for now sister, I must return to my Lord Husband at the fete, for your former husband is remarrying tonight. I fear already for the fate that awaits this new wife. Until I can come again.” “Is the Lady finished? I am to escort you back to the hall, at your Lord’s insistence that you not terry long.” “Yes, I am quite finished, thank you. Shall we?” “This way, mare… uh, pardon, ma’am.” “You were right the first time.”
The Slug Queen Based on the image Slug TF by MssSnake Image used with permission for MssSnake’s Story Contest (Ended August 20, 2022) Bree’s arms hurt. That was the first sensation that came back to her. Opening her eyes didn’t help. The world was still dark. Shifting didn’t help. Her arms stretched out above her head, held fast by chains that rattled slightly as she struggled. Her knees ached too, pressed against the hard floor, her hips sitting on her heels. She tried to call out, but no one answered. Questions spun through her mind. Where was she? What was going to happen to her? The worst came to mind. She shuddered, only to rattle he chains once more. She couldn’t even come to grips with how she’d ended up here. There’d been a party, lots of drinking, and then darkness. Her head reminded her of that fact if she shifted it too quickly as the hangover spilled into her consciousness. Time was meaningless, save for the slow creep of thirst that welled up inside her. Hope and fear warred within her as she struggled against the inky blackness that seemed to be slowly consuming her sanity. Or was it? She wasn’t sure. The flash of sudden light, and the click of a switch signaled the arrival of someone else. Her eyes winced in the light, but she drank in the sight of the room about her. There wasn’t much. A computer, probably older than she was, sat in a corner with a desk that looked like it’d seen better days. The floor was bare concrete, cruelly digging into her skin, the walls cinderblocks, unremarkable save for the heavy metal chains that bolted to the wall above her. Bree shuddered at the sight of her confinement; the heavy shackles wrapped tightly around her forearms. The sight sent goosebumps down her body. Glancing down she realized then that she was also naked. Her nipples erect in the cool air as she sat there, waiting on whomever was descending the stairs. Each step echoed slightly as her captor, or her rescuer a small bit of hope inside her piped up. The man that appeared was non-descript. Older, perhaps fifty, with salt and pepper hair and a medium length cut that screamed of unoriginality. His face was doughy, with large watery eyes. He wore an old t-shirt, the logo obscured by several small containers balanced in his arms. His jeans were old, several places showed stains. Some looked fresh. He barely glanced at her. For a moment silence held. “Let me go.” The words broke the silence like a hammer as her scream poured out her throat. He stopped and stared at her for a moment, taking stock of the sight before him. Then he just shook his head, turning away from her. Bree shrieked at him, screaming until her voice was hoarse as he climbed the stairs again, out of sight. Panting she waited. Hoping he’d return. He did, in short order with a second load of packages. This time she tried to keep calm. Yelling had gotten her nothing. She had to find a new tactic. Besides her voice now felt raw and sore, her body craving fluid. “Well, just who are you?” She asked, her voice cracking more than she’d hoped. “Ethan.” He said unhelpfully as he set the new packages down on the desk next to the first. He began sorting through them. “Well, Ethan, are you going to let me go?” Control. She had to maintain control. Not give in to her fear or anxiety. “Eventually.” He shrugged. His voice didn’t even register a tone. “This is kidnapping, you know. You’re not going to get away with it.” She tried to bait him, but he ignored her as he focused on the task at hand. “Can I at least have something to drink if you’re going to leave me hanging here?” She said, hoping he’d at least comply with that. Somewhat to her surprise he fished something out of the boxes and brought it over. It looked like an old soda bottle but she couldn’t tell what kind. She didn’t care so long as it wasn’t poison. Was clumsy in offering it to her. Missing a bit that splashed on her chest, dribbling down across her areola, and dripping off the tip of her left nipple. But she managed to drink down gulp after gulp of the stuff. It tasted odd, vaguely like limes and lemon grass. Weird. But she needed the fluid. A soft gasp and an “ah” escaped her lips as she let him drop the bottle away, now empty. To her surprise he offered her another. She gulped that down too. Feeling somewhat more sated she tried to ply him with questions as he moved about. He seldom did more than grunt in response, and she soon lapsed back into silence as he began to climb the stairs. The last thing she saw was his shadow as the light flicked off. * * * Time returned to a meaningless state. Bree could feel her shoulders aching from the strain of her restraints. But that wasn’t all she felt. Her stomach roiled and churned. Nausea swept over her. Mind spinning, she wondered what he’d done to her. She tried to call for help, but her voice cracked and broke, leaving little more than a cough. She tried again, and this time she felt something heave in her throat. Hacking as best she could she let a large blob of phlegm burst from her lungs. Some of it poured out of her mouth, drenching her chest with the oozing mucus. She felt revolted. Her voice though, didn’t return. Hour after hour she felt more of the gunk well up in her stomach, bursting forth to ooze down over herself. She could feel its slickness oozing over her body, coating her entire front with the slime. She was glad for the darkness to hide the revolting sight from her. * * * If there was a dawn, she wasn’t aware of it. But the light blasted her retinas again as it flashed on. The heavy tread on the stairs as Ethan returned. He didn’t look as if he’d changed, but she wasn’t sure if that was because it had only been a few hours, or if it was because he was one of those guys who never seemed to understand how much he smelled. As he closed on her, another bottle in hand, she realized it was the latter. She felt the bottle forced between her lips, and despite her revulsion she was thirsty again. Down it went, pouring into the churning mass of her stomach. For a few moments it made her feel better, calmer. He eyed her for a moment, nodded and went to fetch another bottle. She took that moment to looked down at herself. Unrepiningly her breasts lay covered in the thick greenish mucus that she’d coughed up. It carried down to her knees, drenching her in a slimy coating. It might have even been dying her skin, which had taken a greenish gray tone underneath all the ooze. Another bottle forced between her lips. Again, she drank it down, and he remained silent. She tried to say something but nothing came out. Not even a squeak. She rattled the chains in panic, but he ignored her as he returned up the stairs. Darkness returned, and soon Bree’s stomach rebelled and more of the thick balls of slime began to pour out of her mouth and down her chest. * * * Bree wasn’t sure if she’d slept or not. The time had passed fitfully. Her body aching terribly even as her stomach continued to disgorge more of the slime across herself. By the time the light returned Bree felt barely able to look up. Her eyes watered and her stomach lurched. She only barely resisted the bottles that continued to force down her throat before another round of darkness. Her mind swam, but her exhaustion kept her from doing little more than hanging there. Waiting. Hoping someone would come to save her from this madman who was poisoning her. But no help came. Instead, pain came through the darkness. Pain like she’d never known. Her insides felt like they were on fire. Her silence screams arose no alarms even as she twisted on the chains, feeling her hips and legs burn. More globules of ooze fell on her body even as she tried to hold it in. But it was too much. * * * He found her the next morning hanging there, limp. Setting down a large object by the door he came over to her. She perked up a little at the light and the sound of his steps, but nothing more. Spent, and exhausted she waited for the next bottle of chemicals. Bree was surprised this time to receive water. Clear water. She perked up almost instantly as it ran down her throat, clearing away the slime that clogged her throat. She blinked looking up at him. His doughy face impassive as he studied her. She felt his hand touch her for the first time. It curved around her generous breast. She shuddered a little at the thought of his touching her like that, but soon her mind crashed to a half as she felt him doing the same motion again, but lower. And again. Over and over, he went down her body, tracing breast after breast. She started to squirm, trying to see below her breasts, her vision greeted by the twin lines of nipples, an odd rosy gray color against her now gray green skin as they trailed down her front. She could feel them. All of them. So many. They even went under her. She tried to look around. Her legs felt different. Craning her neck, she knew instantly why as she saw the large bulbous shape curling out behind her. She could feel it shift with her, slimy and soft, supporting her. His hands reached up and touched something else. She winced as she felt him brush by a sensitive appendage that sprang from her hairline. It waved away from him, but she could sense the chemicals in his skin as he touched it again. Bree grimaced. Bree’s mind spun as she processed everything she could see and feel. It was overwhelming her. “Well, that wasn’t supposed to happen.” Ethan said quietly noting the number of breasts on his creation. She wanted to ask him what, but with no voice and barely any humanity remaining she couldn’t. Instead, she hung there, a bizarre deformed creature, coated in ooze and tits. Her antenna waved slowly in the air. If he noticed her inner turmoil, he ignored it. “No matter.” He said to himself. “You’ll do nicely.” Again, she desperately wanted to know what he’d done to her and why. But now it was too late. She watched as he turned away from her, grabbing the last package on the table. He pulled out a small sluglike creature. Darker than she, but perhaps only seven inches long. He admired it a moment before he placed it between two of her many breasts. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt it press against something she knew intimately well. The small creature’s head pressing deep against her vulva, spreading the lips that lay between two of her swollen breasts. Moments later it had succeeded and it squirmed it’s way inside, up into her. Bree’s horror turned to shock and then twisted towards orgasm as the creature squirmed within her. She rocked as it made its way deeper in, forcing her walls apart. Each twist sending shivers through her. She panted, wishing she could do more than squirm. Ethan nodded almost imperceptibly. “Humanity has failed. I made you so that you could repopulate the world with a species more in tune with nature. Tomorrow, I’ll release you into the swamp as the queen of a new species of slug women.” She didn’t like his smile at all, but her mind rapidly fading from humanity liked the idea of being a queen. Each orgasm sending thoughts of breeding through her mind. Inside her the small pseudo- male burrowed deeper into her, looking to start the process of spreading his seed into her eggs. Soon she would be that queen. Another shudder of orgasm struck her even as Ethan retreated and the dark returned.
(M penis expansion, F dom) Ken was a young man, fresh out of high-school. So while he was trying to pull his life together and work jobs like an adult, he still very much had the invincible attitude of a teen. He was looking for romance and a girl he liked from high-school remained in contact with him and had just a little while ago agreed to go out with him. She was a goth- her bobbed hair hung at the same length all the way around her head, hiding her eyes. She had elaborate jewelry on most of the time too, which he just assumed was part of the goth look- but apparently it was not just for show. Ken and his girlfriend Monica ended up having sex on only the fourth date, and she remained very flirty, so sex became a regular end to their dates. It seemed too good to be true for Ken, but it became even better when he learned what her jewelry did. He passed it off as a kinky fantasy or identity thing when Monica told him she was a witch, but one night when they hit climax during sex she placed a hand on his lower stomach and one of her many rings started to glow! When he came, Ken was unable to stop for a full minute! The next time they had sex, she was able to snap her fingers and bring him to full erection and go a second time right after! She really is some sort of witch! Monica explained that she was learning all sorts of magic- but she is not a witch through genetics; none of her relatives had any magic abilities, so her magic isn't very strong. The human body naturally resists change because it tries to adhere to the instructions given to it by your DNA. So while she knows a lot of magic, some of it simply doesn't work because she isn't strong enough to force it into someone. However it is a bit easier when it comes to pleasure. When a body experiences pleasure, its defenses drop because it focuses its instincts onto breeding. Especially at the moment of orgasm, most if not all of the bodily defenses drop, allowing even weak magic to get inside. So almost all of her sexually related spells work just fine. This exchange of tricks during sex continued for a bit, trying different spells each time. She suggested many other kinky ideas to him and he agreed, though was not quite sure anymore which were said jokingly and which she actually meant. He thought she was joking about being magical too, and it turned out that was legit. One night she invited him over to her apartment and was greeted by another woman entirely! She stepped aside revealing a room full of seven other women, and then Monica on the couch wiggling her fingers in a playful wave at Ken. There was nine women total, and they were all giving him flirty looks and giggling among themselves! Monica explained she had gathered her friends to take part of an orgy, like she previously suggested to Ken. Ken agreed to it already without even fully thinking about it, assuming it was a flirty joke. Laughing and blushing, Ken told her there was no way he could have sex with nine women at once and Monica simply held up her ring in reply. She can make him hard and ready to go again in an instant. She can make him cum as much as he- or they want. That is why they all agreed- because with Monica's magic, Ken can be a perfect lover for all of them. And the fact that only Monica was going out with him meant there was no strings attached for the rest of them. Just a fun night and that was it. Ken nervously chuckled, saying he wasn't sure he could preform with so many people watching all at once. Monica snapped her fingers and he became rock hard. Another ring lifted and started to glow and he felt pent up. His prostate actually swelled as it overfilled and his dick started to pump out a lazy stream of clear salty pre, forcing him to pull his pants down or soak them. The first of the nine was quick to scoot up to him and drop to her knees, cupping his balls and sucking him in. She moaned as she tasted the hot salty pre. Her tongue traced the curvature of the veins and glans of his cock, pressing in against it to feel the springy hot flesh bounce back against it. Monica casually stated she had cock growth spells lined up for him too. As a reward for letting the girls play with him, he would permanently get a size increase. Again- too good to be true, how could he argue? He came explosively into her, feeling dizzy and weak from the force of the orgasm as Monica made him cum absurd amounts- the woman sucking him drank every bit of it, apparently loving the taste of cum. When she finally popped off him his dick flopped out feeling heavier than usual, and looking quite thick. Monica started to make it return to erect as the next woman lined up, but grabbed him by the cock and lead him over to the couch while Monica got off to give her seat to them. Ken did not notice his clothing was a bit loose on him now- having shrank a bit. He groaned in pleasure as he felt his cock reach maximum stiffness and hold there- and with each thrust he felt it dig deeper into the woman, getting longer! His balls felt heavier even as they too grew in size! His clothing started to get even looser and the woman playfully started to pluck them off so that he would not notice. Though realistically he probably should have noticed how easily she was able to slip them off of him while he was thrusting away. To get his underpants and pants completely off him she merely hooked her toes on them and kicked them off his legs as he continued thrusting into her. His genitals felt gigantic now! Though, they were not as big as he thought- its just that he was smaller so the size increase felt more than it actually was. Dizzy from two climax in a row, he wasn't given any time to think before the third woman came and shoved him down onto the couch to instead ride him this time. His penis remained partially erect entirely on its own this time, and oddly still felt pleasure ringing in it like aftershocks even after he pulled out of the last woman. Monica leaned over the edge of the couch and buried his face in her tits as the other woman rode him, to again keep him as oblivious as possible. The woman was looking a good bit larger than himself now. Though physically he looked no different, his size was starting to better resemble a kid than a man. He was taller than almost all these women when he arrived- now he was shorter than all of them! His cock and balls continued to grow slowly but surely. When he came this time, he finally noticed when she slid off of him. He was tiny all of a sudden! And his dick remained fully erect, even though Monica had not used her magic to force an erection. In a panic he stood up looking at Monica, questioning her and what she was doing. She simply shrugged and said they were making him into their new 'toy' like he agreed. He was getting a huge dick, and they were getting a perfect toy. Why was he shrinking? Well, they did not need his other body parts, just his dick. They did not so much want a guy, just the pleasure a guy can give them, so she was downsizing what they did not need. Ken furrowed his brow and said he was out, demanding to be turned back but Monica did not agree. He went to get his clothes on but trying to pull even his pants on- they simply fell back off. He was much too small to wear any of these clothes! The women continued to smile and giggle among themselves and advance on the little man with his big prick. In a desperate attempt to escape he left his clothes and went to make a dash for the door. He almost made it there but a woman grabbed his cock from the side. It pulled him sideways from his momentum and he spun around and fell to the floor! By the time he knew what happened she already had a leg on either side of him and slowly lowered her pillowy soft, plush pussy lips down over him! His dick was now so huge he could not hide it or keep it away from them! They can just use it as a handle to jerk him around by! Even as she was still slowly sliding down his shaft he felt it pulsing unnaturally powerful and seen the shaft thicken and darken a bit- his skin color was starting to look off on his dick and balls. As she rode him, he noticed his balls oddly bounced in perfect unison, as if his scrotum itself had stiffened. As his orgasm approached he felt even weaker and his body began to shrink again! He could not resist her magic when his pleasure spiked- he was unintentionally letting more of Monica's magic in. As soon as the woman got off, Ken tried to escape again, but now his cock was so gigantic compared to the rest of him it thud against the floor sending shivers of pleasure through him and almost causing him to fall forward! Monica wasn't doing anything to him right now, but his cock was still as stiff as it could get! And the pleasure seemed to be stuck! It still felt strong pleasure even though he wasn't having sex, like the pleasure was trapped in him. The next woman grabbed the end of his dick before he could back away, and lifted it- causing the rest of him to topple over backwards and him to be once again at her mercy. Others tossed off their tops and shook their tits around him as the next woman rode his growing rod. The pleasure was almost that of an orgasm as she bounced up and down his pole- this was just his new default level of pleasure! He could see the bulge on her lower gut as his dick grew even bigger! Weakness pulsed in his body shrinking him in tiny bursts. The pleasure kept getting higher by default, which also meant his body's defenses were all weaker by default. Ken's eyes widened as he seen the darkening flesh of his scrotum and the base of his dick and realized what was happening! His genitals were literally turning into a toy for them! That is why he was incapable of going soft now, and his genitals were changing color! It was turning into silicon rubber! His dick is becoming a giant dildo! The larger it gets the more artificial it becomes! A dildo cannot go soft! Because his nerves were solidifying along with the rest of it, his feeling was getting trapped at the level it when it converted- which thanks to all these women is a state of unending pleasure! The current woman finished and got up, but Ken could not even attempt escape this time! His giant dick wobbled in the air as she got off and he had to use all his strength just to keep it upright- if his rigid cock fell over it would yank his entire body along with it at this point. Sucking, fucking, and even rubbing him down between their tits, one woman after the other played with Ken. He got smaller and smaller and his dick became darker, harder, and bigger. When her friends had had all their fun, Monica picked Ken up in a single hand- he was no larger than a doll. She had to cup his shaft with her other hand though, as it was almost three feet long, looking like one of those mega dildos that are more ornamental as most people aren't able to actually take it. Even his veins and scrotum were stiff rubber- pitch black. It felt like he was having an orgasm without any movement against his shaft at all! She cleaned him off in the sink with hot water, telling Ken she had some Barbie dolls whose clothes might still fit him if he wanted. Ken's brain was constantly buzzing because of the unending pleasure so he could barely think of anything to say at all. His dick was so stiff and gigantic compared to him, he was incapable of moving on his own. He was completely at the mercy of the women. But Monica decided that was enough for one nigh, and managed to stuff his dong into her underwear drawer, kissing his cock head goodnight and closed the drawer on him for now.
As wakefulness returned and the staff began pouring back into the room, it soon became clear that whatever was planned for that day, it had to be big; the number of people was much higher than normal, and they all seemed universally excited for something, though whatever it was didn’t really transfer well to up top on the breast mountains, where the two women who most needed an update still waited to be briefed. This would have to wait for after breakfast, since, as they were eventually told, Rue was busy informing the Board that their experiment was officially a success; this alone was enough to get both pandas to smile like a couple of idiots, as they both knew that Adams would never go as far as to report that to the company unless it was absolutely true, which could only mean that, despite everything, Linda was on the right path to recovery. The atmosphere was light and cheerful for the first time in what felt like forever, and several of the interns took that opportunity to actually get to know their test subjects better, after having spent countless hours tending to them while awkwardly attempting to avoid any conversation or contact that would remind them they were dealing with a living, breathing person. Linda herself was in much higher spirits as well, with the pain abating and the news that victory was being reported letting her feel like things could go according to plan for once; she was more than happy to make conversation with the staff, all while Beth sat silently by her side, a gentle smile on her lips, still occupying herself with slow, methodical backrubs and with running her fingers through her partner’s hair. This was Linda’s day, not hers, and it was important that they knew that; therefore, all that Beth had to do was fade away into the background and pretend as if she wasn’t there, giving her special other the room they needed to at least pretend like things were normal. Rue came in some time later, one hand holding onto her research notes, and the other clutching what appeared to be a large chocolate bar, the widest, stupidest grin stamped on her face when she informed everyone that the Board of Directors had just released more funding for their project, and thus they wouldn’t need to worry about being shut down any time soon. Despite her attempts at calming everyone down and reminding them that there was still work to be done, cheers erupted all throughout the crowd, and even Linda allowed herself to fist-bump the air in front of her, looking like she’d just won the lottery. This renewed wave of joyous excitement was short-lived however, as the good doctor was quick to point out that, despite their success at halting the growth process, they now had to move towards the next stage: actually draining those colossal, warehouse-sized milktanks that the panda gal called breasts. To that end, an engineering team was called in again, tasked with the rather delicate task of removing the plugs that had kept Linda nice and dry for those last few days. They would find the nipples they were servicing to be substantially larger than when the metallic rings were first installed, with the clamps digging deeply into the engorged, sensitive skin. Removing them would require an absurd amount of care, especially given that they could only be sawed off, rather than merely unclipped; hours were spent on carefully navigating through the folds of the panda’s breasts in order to find the most vulnerable spot, where the least amount of work would be needed, while a secondary team was already hard at work removing the plugs that had just barely kept the flood of milk from completely engulfing the facility’s lower levels. No one knew for certain what would happen when those things came off, but there was a very good reason why the scaffolding and harnesses were all attached to the ceiling; no one wanted to be the unfortunate idiot who got pinned to the wall or floor by a random spurt of milk, only to drown beneath the deluge that was sure to follow. As for Linda herself, the sudden release in pressure was doing wonders for her, as it quickly became evident that a lot of the pain she had experienced came from having much-too-small nipple clamps constantly squeezing her down; as soon as those things came off, or at the very least were cut up enough, her skin could finally stretch properly again! While this did result in a few unfortunate incidents where a few unlucky personnel almost got skewered by high-velocity shrapnel, it did work to help vent some of the pressure from within the panda gal’s breasts, and before long she was in full flow, even before the plugs were removed properly. Contrary to what the crew expected, she wasn’t producing the same firehose-strong jets of cream she normally did; rather, her milk factories appeared to have merely sprung two leaks, albeit rather powerful ones. The stream of milk didn’t arc forward as much as it simply dribbled down, pulled by gravity into the shape of two immense, white waterfalls, splashing loudly onto the floor below; judging by the amount being produced, the draining period was bound to take days at the very least, and that was assuming Linda even could return to a much more normal size. This, more than anything else, was what worried Rue. They could work to drain Linda until she was empty, even milk her to the point where not even a drop of milk remained, but there still remained the issue that a large amount of her breasts were now fatty tissue, not milk or milk glands. As much as the doctor wanted to be certain that the panda could go back to a fairly normal size, Adams just couldn’t see how that was even remotely possible; even by her own, admittedly optimistic projections, Linda was still going to end up a lot larger going out of the warehouse (so to speak) than she had been going in, thanks to the increase in fat deposits in her breasts, and as much as the diet helped to stop the lactic build-up, it didn’t do much to reduce her actual size, nor would it ever come anywhere close to it. This problem was something far beyond the scope of simple caloric adjustment or exercise, and would require large-scale surgery or genetic manipulation on a degree never before seen, perhaps even both; none of the notes that Simmons kept said anything about it, but then again, he was dealing with a much, much smaller Linda who could still feasibly be made smaller again through rather conventional means, rather than the absolute titty monster she had since become. How exactly she was supposed to resolve this was anyone’s guess, but there was a good reason why Rue was locked in her office and not spending the day with her two patients-slash-test subjects. Down below in the warehouse however, things were even better than they had been earlier that morning, especially after it became clear that Linda wouldn’t succumb to the same sort of uncontrollable lust she usually did whenever lactating as openly as she was at that moment; for whatever reason, her reaction was far more subdued, and though the panda was obviously still blushing furiously and in serious need of some private time sometime in the middle of the afternoon, she nonetheless carried conversations with the many people attending to her, even if they had to keep cycling in groups in order to deal with the rising level of hot milk coating the floor. Drains were activated and mechanical pumps were wheeled in, all while Linda continued to pour out truly staggering amounts of cream, her breasts remaining practically immobile as their size melted away at an excruciatingly glacial pace. Still, it was a good day for everyone involved: there were no growth spurts, no loss of control, no arousal-based explosions of size, and everyone was allowed to be happy and content for once, with no indication that anything would go wrong. Only Beth remained reserved, as with her clarity came a certain level of understanding, one that mirrored Rue’s up above; if she recalled the conversation she had with the good doctor well enough, everyone around her was effectively celebrating a non-victory, as all they managed to do was prevent Linda from completely destroying the facility with her uncontrollable tit growth. There was no plan to shrink her down, no plan to return her to normal, and, barring some kind of industrial-scale liposuction, she herself couldn’t possibly imagine how that could even happen; it marred her spirits when they should be at an all-time high, enough that her partner would eventually notice. Despite Beth’s insistence that everything was fine, Linda asked that everyone give them some time alone, and began her incessant needling, unwilling to let go until the half-panda gave in and told them what was bothering her. Up above, Rue sat at her desk, staring at the ceiling with her tie undone and her eyes unfocused. She was ready to collapse, to give in to how tired she felt and sleep for a whole day after failing to get any proper shut-eye for about four of them; with the Board off her back and things heading in the right direction, she should have given herself that luxury, but the fact that she had no plan going forward kept her painfully awake. It was impossible not to think about it, given that it effectively left her without anything to do; what could she do, when Linda’s body as it currently was defied all known laws of physics? The doctor tried to think, tried to focus her mind and get something down on paper, but whenever anything solid seemed to form, it immediately slipped from her fingers and vanished into the aether, leaving her surrounded by crumpled-up sheets and snapped pencils, not to mention a half-empty bottle of scotch and far too many cigarette butts to count. She should be happy, victorious even, but couldn’t shake the feeling that this was actually a brand new low, rather than an all-time high. Down below, Beth was sharing her concerns with Linda, putting to words what Rue was trying to come to grips with upstairs; she spoke at length about what she feared, on how unlikely it was for the full panda to ever be able to come back to “normal”, and how their plans for a life together may very well have to be shelved, if not permanently, then at least for the foreseeable future. Beth kept babbling on, almost crying, definitely sobbing, before she felt something squeeze her hand… or someone, as the case may be. Linda was staring up at her, tears in her eyes, and the angriest expression on her face, looking more betrayed than anything. “You promised,” she said, two words that hurt more than anything Beth had ever gone through. “I’m not backing away. I stayed with you all this time, I’ll stay with you for more. I just… Linda, I don’t know what to do! I’m a waitress, I don’t…” “We’ll make it work. I promise” - Linda’s expression had softened, seemingly regretting having been so harsh - “But we can’t stop now. Not when we’re the closest we’ve been. I need you, Beth, I can’t have you giving up on me now. Please.” It was a plea for help as much as it was an affirmation of their shared reality. There was no other way forward than together, and both of them knew it; despite their hardships and the seemingly impossible task set upon them, they both knew that, even if they couldn’t fix anything, they’d still have to try, for one another’s sake. For Beth. For Linda. It was the only reasonable thing to do. “I love you,” Beth whispered into Linda’s ear, leaning down for a hug. “I love you too,” Linda replied, accepting the embrace. Silence. Warm silence.
A Case of Bovid-19 Photomorph by TransformationMagic Deviant Art – “Case of Bovid-19” Used with permission for this story The invitation had come in a gold seal pressed envelope. The finely scripted lettering, the delicate piece of tissue that fell out of the carefully folded envelope. It even smelled of lavender. Not that she felt she had to be one of the elites, but then again, she’d never seen an invitation like this one either. She turned it over in her hands. The shimmer of the gold on the card. It even weighed heavily in her hands as she looked at the offer. An invitation to a party. No, not just any party, but a socialite ball for New Year’s Eve. Kate knew she shouldn’t go. The news was all over about this latest wave of cases. Nearly a million people turned into cows just in the US and Canada alone. She’d even watched one change live on the news. She shivered at the thought. Maybe she could be careful. After all it took time for a new virus to spread, didn’t it? And she’d be careful. A mask, no touching, all the safe stuff. She’d even gotten the vaccine, that would be enough? Wouldn’t it? There just wasn’t any reason to turn down her chance to hobnob with people that could really make or break her career as an aspiring artist. Turning the card over she saw some delicate cursive on the back, a customized invitation from the one woman she’d never imagine would invite her. Elaina was everything she wasn’t. Graceful, dark haired, rich, and very, very popular. They worked together at the office, both taking regular gigs, but it was clear that Elaina was there to rub elbows with the executives, while Kate found herself rubbing elbows with the creeps in the mailroom. Not that they paid her any attention if Elaina came down the stairs, immaculately coifed and almost sensual in every moment. Hell, it made Kate a tad wet watching her. And that was how it started. * * * She sat biting her lip, waiting, and remembering as her leg bounced anxiously. The party had been everything she’d dreamed of. She’d shown up in her best dress and heels, with a delicate mask over her face. But the room was so crowded, and after a while they’d plied her with drinks. She wasn’t sure when exactly she’d let the mask slip all the way off, but she certainly had spent the evening laughing and dancing with cute men whose fortunes made her head spin. Maybe they’d remember her when she needed funding for some art. Then again, maybe she’d hope for them to forget her as she itched her nose, anxiously awaiting her turn with the physician. Why had she been so stupid? She knew better. She pounded the sides of her head with her hands, feeling many of the reasons why she was here now. “Kate?” The masked nurse called from the door. Kate got up and carefully followed at a distance, her own mask pressed out, tighter than it should have been. The same was true for her pants, something that she was keenly aware of as she stepped down the hall into a room that had been converted to part of the makeshift clinic. She obediently got on the scale, but refused to look at the number. She didn’t want to know; it certainly wasn’t going to be a hundred and ten like it used to be. The nurse was kind enough not to say anything, just a brief “Ah,” and she wrote down some numbers. The blood pressure, her temperature, the nurse said little, and Kate just went through the motions wondering how long before the doctor would see her. “Alright, off with your clothes. Panties can stay.” The nurse said, as she ducked out the door. “The doctor will be in shortly.” There was a rattle and a thump as the chart fell into the basket on the front of the door. Kate would have wondered why this doctor was so old fashioned, but right now she didn’t care. She wanted these pants off. The button had almost cut into tender new flesh as she peeled herself out of them. The top was next. She hadn’t worn a bra; her breasts were too swollen and tender for that, but she still struggled with her shirt. The neck hole wasn’t large enough and she had to pull hard to get it over her ears. They twitched, setting her teeth on edge. She could feel their weight, the floppy heavy sensation that dragged on either side of her head. She could even feel them move with sounds. Her body shivered just a bit in the cool room, but that just drew more attention to the changes that were slowly consuming her. The jiggle of flesh that ran across the bottom of her belly, the swell of her breasts. She wondered how long she had. Her tail had already grown in. She could feel it swishing behind her. Long and thick, with a delicate puff of fur that matched her hair and fuzzy ears. Worse, the fur was starting to spread. She could see the faint shadow on her lower legs, and it was already growing in across her shoulders. A heavy knock came at the door. Kate blushed slightly and crossed her arms over her breasts. “Come in.” She said cautiously. The doctor entered, all in blue scrubs and wearing a mask that hid everything but his small wire rimmed glasses. “Miss, ah, Kate, is it? What seems to be the problem today… oh.” He gave her a cautious glance. Kate looked at him, pleading. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, it was just one night, and well I was vaccinated and um, I just…” She dissolved into sobs as he jotted down notes. He took a seat in an old office chair and wheeled it over. “How long have you been changing?” “Since the day after New Year’s.” Kate said with a sniffle, her broad bridged nose snorting slightly. He reached over and pulled down the edge of her panty, revealing more of the four mounds that were slowly merging into a single udder. Right now, each looked more like a small pert breast, but Kate knew that eventually they’d swell into a monstrous hanging pink sack. She could feel his cold fingers gently palpating the flesh. She bit her lip slightly, but this time so she didn’t react to the sensation of his touch on her newest teat. She hated to admit it, but it felt good. He looked over her carefully, even having her remove the facemask so he could get a good look at her developing snout. “Well,” he said eventually. “I have some good news, and I have some bad news.” Her shoulders sagged. “I’m going to become a cow? Like all those other people?” Her mind spun to the people who had become mere cattle. She didn’t want to end up like them. She remembered watching the fights on the news about whether they were still people, or if the calves that they had begun dropping were people at all. The only good thing had been that dairy prices had cratered, but cheap yogurt hardly seemed worth it. “Well, the good news is that the vaccine worked.” He said quietly, drawing her away from the anguishing thoughts. “I thought the vaccine was suppose to make me not get it? How am I like this then?” She moaned. He pushed his glasses back up over the bridge of his nose. “It’s designed to make you less susceptible to the disease, it’s not one- hundred percent. That’s why we asked you to mask and socially distance yourselves.” “Does that mean I’m still going to become a cow?” She asked, afraid of what the answer might be. “No, that’s the other thing the vaccine does. It makes the symptoms, in this case bovinization, less severe. You’ve gotten a pretty bad case, but if you’d not had the vaccine, well, you’d be in a pasture already.” He made a few marks on her charts. “So will I…” She wasn’t sure what she wanted to ask. “Be cured? No. There’s no known cure, and you’re not quite done. I expect you’ll find some additional fur and mammary growth is still ahead, but it’s already slowing.” He tapped her udder again. “I’d suggest investing in a nice milker for those. Most girls end up needing one. I can write you a prescription so you can take it off on your health savings account.” Kate wasn’t sure if she was happy or not at the news. Her body, now heavily bovinized, from her small horns, to her thick hips, was going to stay this way, or even get worse. Her tail twitched, reminding her that the alternative could be much worse, she could be prancing about a meadow on four hooves. “Alright, here’s the prescription. Get some udder balm and cocoa butter too. It’ll probably double in size this week, and you don’t want stretch marks.” He handed her the papers. “There’s not much else to do, but I would suggest you avoid sex for a while. New cows are usually very fertile, and regular birth control doesn’t seem to be working as well. Plus, you can still spread the disease until you finish your changes, so that’s doctor’s orders. No sex, for, hmm, two weeks.” Her mouth twitched downward. She’d already noticed the increased libido. She didn’t relish staying out of the sack while her body was craving it, but she didn’t need to have a baby, or was that calf, right now. The doctor left, and she dressed. She paused to admire her new features in the mirror before the mask went back on. She couldn’t decide if she felt cute or disgusting. The big ears and the small horns mostly argued for cute. The growing udder was still cute, but soon? She wasn’t so sure. Her tail whipped around, reminding her of its presence again. That at least was cute, but she was going to have to do something about the fur on her shoulders. The snout though? The jury was still out, but she missed her old nose. She wiggled her toes, glad at least she still had them. Finally dressed and ready she headed out to the farm-acy. A new bovid-19 center that catered to victims of this pandemic. * * * The milker sat on the couch, already pumping away at her growing teats. The doctor had been right, she had needed it. Already her udder was much larger than just three days ago, and while little else had changed, save her bust size, she could feel other changes too. Her body was chaffing under the restriction to not have sex. Kate was beside herself with horniness, and not just the pair she sported from her head. She’d had nothing to distract her either, since she had to stay quarantined from work for another ten days. The mail at least proved interesting. Another card came. The same fancy paper, the same delicate lavender smell that wafted up from the card stock. She opened it carefully, wondering what it could say. The contents made her both blush and scream with rage. There in the corner was Elaina’s delicate scrawl. We were so pleased to hear that you are now a lovely milk maiden. So much so that we’d like to invite you to another fete. A milky gala. As a guest of honor. Kate’s mind flashed back to that evening, the events muddled by alcohol and time, but she recalled something. No, she recalled more things. Elaina had never removed her mask that night. Nor had any of the other high society types. Just some of the invitees, like her. The men had laughed, teasing her as they danced, joking about changes and the future. Two and two came together in Kate’s mind. They’d planned this. They’d gotten girls together who knew they couldn’t resist that invitation, just to see if they could create fantasies for themselves, out of her body. She screamed, the bellow coming out almost a moo as she realized that she’d been set up. She regretted going to that party, of ever meeting Elaina, or of ever taking a risk. And damn that woman if she was going to be their play thing. She was her own cow… um, woman!
Existence became something to be lived in the moment, and this moment was stretched to infinity as Vivian made sure that all the living souls that used to reside within the past, present and future of her old universe were given everything they could ever want, regardless of what this might be. Everything, from a life dedicated to the simplest, purest pursuit of carnal pleasure to an existence wholly focused on intellectual pursuits and the ascension of one’s self to ever-higher levels of divinity, everything was catered to in some way, shape or form; it was her prerogative to give everyone their personal paradise, no matter how contradictory they might be with others, and thus a golden age began in the great nothingness beyond stars. The Delphox could no longer even see the many realities she held safely within her bosom; her growth had reached such an elevated rate that all she could manage to do do was somewhat make out the shape of the multiverse, as it existed in a state of constant flux, hoping that maybe her very presence would be enough to elevate it as she did the dimension she once came from. Violet and Fenrir used to be by her side as well, but… not anymore. She had outgrown them, become something too great for even their hyper-divine selves to withstand; the departure was slow, gradual, and excruciating, as the three of them had a wedge driven between them as Vivian phased out of the other two’s sight over the course of aeons, her form of being too advanced for them to perceive. The other Delphox and her newest yeen partner thus decided to dedicate their lives to tending to the little ones beneath them, hoping to give them the sort of endless bliss that Vivian had once hoped for, while the ultra-goddess herself just… remained there, floating in the interstitial nothingness of multiversal meta-reality, staring ahead at the entirety of creation and wondering to herself if she should feel as lonely as she did. She had literally everything and everyone that could, would and did exist somewhere on her body (mostly bosom, to be fair), and yet there was no one there that she could interact with. The entirety of all collected possibilities was right there at her beck and call, but she couldn’t tap into it; even creating an avatar no longer worked, for even the smallest one she could make still massively outsized everything else put together, being vastly bigger than she herself had been immediately post-ascension. So she… floated there, in the non-existence of non-reality, slowly drifting into an endless state of semi-consciousness as she waited for something, anything to disturb her peace. When it did, it wasn’t from beyond, like part of her had hoped it would. Despite being the greatest, most powerful being that ever could exist, Vivian hoped that there might be something out there, that she might one day wake up and realize that everything that had happened so far had done so within a single marble in some sort of ultra-cosmic constellation of hyper-realities that she, as the undisputed ruler of her own, would be granted access to. Instead, the disturbance that brought her back to full consciousness came from within her own bosom, somewhere around where the collective meta-multiversal structure had most of its mass; there was still some of it spread across her, and as this “presence”, for that’s what she chose to interpret it as, made itself more known to her, these stragglers, these strands of being so disconnected from the main body began to link back to it, creating a lattice that seemed to hold her form in a way reminiscent of… a hug? It was clearly just her imagination, it had to be, and yet she absolutely felt as if she were being embraced by something, despite there not being anyone there that could do such a thing. No one, of course, but the entirety of existence itself. It took a while before her mind made the connections required, and even more before the creature, the thing, the entity that was all things, managed to “speak” its first few words before the pieces fell together and the puzzle was constructed. They were not words, for sound could not travel where there was no air; they weren’t thoughts, for this singular multiplicity didn’t have a brain, so to speak, nor were they anything that Vivian could recognize as… well, anything at all. They were at once concepts and understandings, the very knowledge of what information was, put together in ways that could vaguely resemble a mode of communication, transmitted and exchanged freely between the two in ways that defied even the Delphox’s ability to comprehend it. But as she looked down and gazed upon an entity that was many, a many that was one, two eyes blooming unto countless undecillions of stars and back again, Vivian knew what it was she was looking at: the very metaverse itself. Planets and stars formed stellar systems, systems and nebulae (along with a few other structures) made up galaxies. Galaxies joined into clusters, then superclusters, combining together with dark matter strands to create the very substrate upon which universes were constructed; put a bunch of those together to create their own megaclusters and then entire infinite multiverses, then finally take the full collective of all possibilities, all dice rolls, all quantum probabilities, every single instance of anything that could, would and should happen, and one had the sum total of everything, the totality of existence. As Vivian considered this, the Totality introduced themselves as such, as far as they could, struggling for a moment with how to refer to its own existence as it did not know what it even was; they recounted their awakening, how it was not alive nor dead, not existing nor not-existing, being merely the collective of everything that could be made manifest. They were not real, in the sense that they had not been with purpose until Vivian stepped forward to destroy that moon, what felt like a million infinities past; only then, once the Delphox ascended from her station and broke free from the bounds of a mortal existence, breaching through the egg that was her universe and becoming something greater than anything had ever been, only then did the Totality wake up and become conscious. It, they, us, them, we, ourselves; everything looked back at Vivian, upon her magnificence, and in that one instant, became smitten. But how could we, they, us, have expressed this? Vivian was a being, an entity, a singular mind that existed within a singular body, not a multiplicity; how could she ever come to know what existence itself, at its most fundamental level, thought of her? The answer was hard to come by, and indeed this is why it only made itself known so far past the point where everything ceased mattering, but from the moment that the Delphox ascended to the point in time where she felt all that ever was begin to hug her like a tender lover, this Totality had been hard at work mimicking her very form. It was hard work, considering most of its composition was empty space and the conceptual links binding everything together, doubly so considering that they were a not-entity still ruled by its own rules, rather than someone like Vivian, who decided what laws she should follow. She, the ultra-goddess, could simply outgrow everything without even trying, but it, the total sum of all things, could not; it could try, and they really, really did, but ultimately this manifestation of itself as a desperately clinging-onto semi-body that just barely managed to maintain its own half-solidity, this was the best that could be done. To say that Vivian was flattered would be to do a disservice to the torrent of feelings that poured through her in that moment. She understood how someone might become infatuated with her, but to have the collective gestalt meta-consciousness of all things admit to her that it tried to mimic her form because it was so in love with her? To have final, utmost confirmation that her first attempt at a random smut film had been something so unbelievably powerful that it not only allowed her to transcend all bounds but also succeeded in awakening the very fabric of existence such that it could see her, and only her, as an ideal partner, a goal to be achieved perhaps, someone worthy of worship even? Well, her cheeks were certainly quite red, if such a colour could exist in the state that she was in, and her body was absolutely liking this newfound sense of… arousal? It almost felt dangerous to suggest that she might be getting horny, because that would imply that all those times she climaxed before had been nothing more than preludes, small indicators of what her true potential was hypothetically like; it didn’t help that her formulating this thought only aggravated this new sensation she was experiencing, nor that the heat she felt rising inside of her began to spread to other, more sensitive areas in a way that was highly reminiscent of her getting more horned-up and needing to vent… but she had vented, hadn’t she? All those times between shoots, where she had spent countless aeons enjoying herself in the only way a goddess could, even the literal ages that she managed to squeeze out of her time with Violet and Fenrir, those had been her reaching sexual climax… right? This was not a question she had been meaning to ask herself, but the more she comprehended the not-words spoken-thought to her by the Totality, the more Vivian was forced to come to terms with the idea that she might’ve actually been holding back this entire time; perhaps out of a sense of obligation, knowing that a proper orgasm would be so devastating to everything that existed that it would be downright irresponsible of her to go through with it, or maybe she just didn’t know better and assumed the centuries-long, mind-wracking pleasure spikes she underwent were climaxes in their own right. But if the latter was true, then surely she could do better now, and if the former were true… then why should she have to worry about it, now that she received confirmation that the very thing she once thought to protect from herself was now telling her, in that odd not-mental way that they communicated conceptually, that she should keep going, that she should never hold back, and that it was precisely that unbound moment of utmost rapturous joy that had made the Totality fall in love with her in the first place? To deny herself was tantamount to heresy, to stop her body from achieving all that it could was nothing short of outright lunacy, especially now that there was nothing out there for her to hurt or damage; the metaverse was hugging her, holding close to her body, far away from the dangers of her cock, stretching out into the distance to the point where even Vivian couldn’t make out the tip, or her vision-blotting tits, or the endless gushing down below. Reality, all that ever was and could be, was safe in her embrace, and nothing she could do would ever hurt it or the many little ones that resided inside of it. And thus, she understood. In a final moment of clarity, the truth of the matter was revealed to her, and in that instant, she was finally at peace. There would be no more low-key stress or anxiety, no more unconscious knowledge that something was off, no more wondering or lusting for something greater; she was the goddess, the undisputed lifegiver of all of creation. Space, time, probability? None of those mattered. Only they mattered, the Totality of All Things, hugging her, practically begging her to let go, to let loose, to release, to experience a true climax for once in her long life. So she would. Everlasting.
Toons from Space! Jeremy Jeremy was taken aback by the sight before him, a nearly seven foot tall cartoon lion with big breasts and a labcoat had called him "Big Brother" while a chocolate and mocha hued skunk with shiny skin pleasured her feline friend with a very, VERY long black tongue. He couldn't help but have inappropriate thoughts flicker through his mind. The skunkette looked up at him and grinned. Jeremy could swear he could see her nipples growing erect beneath her top, and they were huge, equally as huge as her rather impressive bust. If the lion was Molly, did that mean the skunk was his girlfriend, Amanda? "A-A-Amanda?" the human stuttered, not believing his eyes. The skunk grinned and nodded, not bothering to take her tongue from the lion's sex. He could barely take his eyes off of her, but he managed to pull his gaze away from the busty, oversexed beauty. She was almost a caricature of the ideal, sexy proportions. Just looking at Amanda made him almost painfully hard. But Molly was... different. Her body was still shaped to be incredibly sexy, but she was also... huge, overwhelming, the very picture of power. But she didn't inspire fear as much as... affection. He just wanted to cuddle up against her, to wrap his arms around her, to have her hug him close and protect him. His mind raced; wondering what happened and wanting to ask what had happened. His mouth barely seemed to work. He was completely dumbstruck. Looking around he could see their strange larger than life coloration spreading around the stables, it seemed to be oozing over his shoes. Jeremy tried to speak, but only made a few confused sounds. He took a deep breath; there were so many questions on his mind, so he picked the one that was first and foremost within it. "I thought only male lions had manes?" he asked, completely baffled. Molly blinked several times, and then let out a loud moan of pleasure. The black nub of her clit began to swell, and did so quite rapidly. There was a sound rather like the inflating of a balloon. But the growing cock was obscured by Amanda's muzzle as she took the whole thing into her mouth. Jeremy had only witnessed Amanda give one of her famous blowjobs from the angle of an observer once before, but with her enhanced tongue and her strange new form it was quite the sight to see. Something in Jeremy's mind clicked into place and he blushed, realizing that he was watching his girlfriend perform oral sex on his little sister. But that seemed to be... strangely arousing. It didn't seem quite as strange or gross as it would have the previous day. There was a cool, slick sensation that seemed to be slowly creeping up Jeremy's legs like a slow motion shiver, or getting the goosebumps inch by inch. The more the sensation covered him, the more calm and relaxed he became and the more normal the situation felt. Amanda and Molly both looked like they were enjoying themselves immensely, and despite their intensely colored part-animal forms, they somehow looked... right like that. He wanted to join in on the fun, but he wasn't sure what exactly to do. The girls looked like they were having fun on their own without him. Molly let out another moan, with a hint of a feline yowl to it. Amanda giggled and pulled away, running her lips down over the shaft from the side, rather than straight on, kissing and caressing at the same time. Jeremy was more than a little stunned; his little sister easily put his endowment to shame, and she was still getting bigger. A pair of soft popping sounds accompanied the emergence of her balls, big and round and just absolutely perfect. Oddly Jeremy felt the urge to join his girlfriend in slurping on his little sister's prick. He'd never been interested in that sort of thing before. When Amanda had fun with other guys he usually preferred to sit back and watch. But this? For some reason this made his mouth water. That weird feeling was up to his loins now, and through it his hard-on seemed to grow more and more insistent with each passing moment, it no longer felt uncomfortably constricted by his pants. Jeremy looked down to find that the jeans he'd hastily pulled on when he'd heard the odd noises outside had become... different. They were like the stable, like Amanda, like Molly, made into something else that was nonetheless the very core of what they were. Jeremy's jeans were pants, the material didn't really matter, only the bright blue color. They felt like latex, and they outlined his erection as if they were the very same material. His shirt was growing tighter as well, clinging to his body as if it had been painted on. He gripped it and pulled it away from the bare skin beneath, and it did indeed behave as if it had been painted on, peeling away reluctantly from the skin underneath. He stared at his hands, his fingertips stained with flesh toned coloration, purely one color. The hue didn't change at all as he turned them, the light seeming to have no effect. The strange, cool, paint-like substance seemed to spread from wherever it was to wherever it wasn't. Jeremy poked an unaltered part of his arm with a fingertip and watched as the stuff began to spread, turning his skin that same shade. It was without a doubt the weirdest thing he'd ever seen, aside from his girlfriend and sister being strange cartoon animals. He blinked several times, realizing what was happening. Somehow things were being altered to be more like a cartoon. It explained the coloration, the strange behavior of his clothes, the sound effects that accompanied Molly's not-so-little alteration in gender. She had one gloved handpaw wrapped around her length, pumping rapidly, while Amanda licked and kissed and caressed and fondled the lioness' balls. Jeremy couldn't help but watch with rapt fascination, the sight was so sexy it seemed enough to stimulate him without a touch. He could swear he saw a translucent, pink mist upon the air, rising from the scene, forming into an almost imperceptible hand that had wrapped itself around his cock, jerking him off in unison to his sister's self-pleasure. He could feel his hard-on continuing to grow, the weird latex of his pants devoting more and more of itself to cover his loins, the cuffs rising up over his ankles, halfway up his calves, until his member was the equal of his sister's. It was almost a mirror image, save that his own lacked the dark black coloration Molly's sported, that and the strange structure at the base that was almost bestial. It was a sheath. Molly looked so sexy as a lioness, with her pale yellowish fur, her fiery red mane and hair, her cute tail, and those big, oversized toon paws. She was enjoying herself immensely, and Jeremy hadn't seen her like that in quite some time. He would do anything to make sure she stayed happy. The lioness let out a roar of pleasure as her new member reached its pleasurable tipping point. Jeremy felt his own climax washing over him, wonderful and pure and perfect, sheer physical bliss that seemed to overwhelm all the senses, reducing everything to one white hot moment of the greatest pleasure he'd ever known. Molly's seed surged forth from her in powerful jets, splattering everything in her path with pure, thick whiteness, including Jeremy. A pair of eyes blinked behind a mask of his sister's seed. His own was prevented from making a mess, as the latex-like substance his pants were made of responded to the force, being pulled outward into a small... well... no, not so small, reservoir tip to hold the growing amount of Jeremy's cum. It felt like having a firehose between his legs. It just kept coming and coming, pouring out of him like a river. It was getting rapidly to be too much for his pants to contain, the bubble of seed grew, while the pants became shorts, which became short shorts, which became exaggerated Daisy Dukes, before pulling free from his cock entirely on the last blast, dropping onto the floor with a loud splortch. Jeremy looked down at the cum-filled latex blob and chuckled. He licked his lips, enjoying the slight fruity flavor of what he found there. The warmth of Molly's cum seemed to seep into him, replacing the coolness of the cartoon paint that had crept over him. Molly grinned at Jeremy, and he grinned back, no longer feeling so paralyzed by confusion and indecision. His two girls were having fun with each other, and they were loving every minute of it. It didn't matter what they looked like, or what they were doing. Jeremy was going to help them out no matter what. The new toon took a step forward, staggering a bit clumsily. His shoes had grown larger, to accommodate his larger feet. He waved his arms around rapidly for balance, their contours lost as the rapid motion made them blur together, with accompanying sound effect, of course. Jeremy's legs reformed quickly, becoming the same large, thick, leonine legs his sister sported. Her purred as he took a bouncy step forward on his new legs, enjoying the ticklish sensation as his hair grew longer, a mane appearing around his neck. He mmmed happily as he felt his body growing, becoming more muscular, more powerful and feline. The embrace of the girls made Jeremy relax even further, to fully welcome what was happening to him. They belonged together. A lion had a pride, after all. So while most toons had one girlfriend Jeremy felt quite comfortable having two, or maybe branching out and getting a few more. Amanda and Molly stroked him, caressed him, coaxing out further changes. His fur tickled as it grew in, darker than Molly's, and lacking her freckle spots. His mane and hair changed color, a paler green-blue in sharp contrast to Molly's red and Amanda's chocolate tones. Molly's kiss was electric, literally, as a few sparks shot off to the side from their interlocked muzzles. It felt so wonderful to be like this, so at ease with everything, no worries or cares, no weight on his mind or spirit besides having fun with his two lovers. He let out a soft growl, pushing back from Molly and Amanda, a grin on his face. He bent down, coaxing the skunkette from his member by gripping her ears. He gave her a kiss as well, lifting the shorter female up into the air. "Mmm... I've shared you with guys and girls alike, Amanda, but I've always been too shy to give you what you wanted, to REALLY be shared." He stepped forward, sandwiching Amanda between the two powerful lions. He let out a soft cry as his cock brushed against his sister's. "So I think it's only fair that the two of us share your cunny." He said with a fanged grin, lowering Amanda onto the twin members beneath her. "Mmm. Amanda, you know what?" purred Molly. Amanda merely grunted a reply, so stuffed with delightful manmeat as she was that she was too lust-stricken to form words. "I think that was a firehose in my brother's pants after all..." she purred. "And we're going to fill you up," added Jeremy. "Just like you wanted," Molly finished. Their cries of pleasure startled wildlife for miles around.
At the very least, there was some smothering going on, even if Maia didn’t exactly intend for it to be that end; then again, the whole point was to have some part of herself fully consuming poor Jenkins in some way or another, such that when he began moaning into her prodigious rump, the mouse gal didn’t exactly move, since she knew the man would eventually turn around to quite enjoy what he was experiencing, at least given by the volume (and quantity) of moans escaping from underneath the plush confines of her two cheeks. Really, the one negative aspect was that she couldn’t exactly boobhat anyone while sitting down… but that was hardly a problem once she realized that, at her current size, it would be child’s play to hold out a hand, grab the nearest person to her, and pull them back into a tight, cleavage-filled marshmallow hug from which they wouldn’t be able to escape. And what better person to do that with than with the same accountant who bore the brunt of the initial impact, the mini-giantess giggling as she leaned forward, unceremoniously wrapped both hands around Martha’s midriff, then yanked her hard enough to pull a yelp out of her before stuffing the vixen onto her lap… and underneath enough boob that the poor thing could barely breathe, yet did very little to try and pull herself loose. It was the perfect place to be in, as far as Maia was concerned: one person under her ass, another under her tits, and a body that seemed intent on providing for her size dreams in ways that she never thought possible; it was really only after she formulated this thought that Maia remembered the road she travelled to get there, all ten or so minutes of it, before slamming straight into another brick wall and then right through it, her body refusing to settle for any one size for longer than it took for the mouse to acclimate to it. This last spurt, however, was special; not only was Maia fully expecting it, even if she didn’t know when exactly it’d take place, but she was waiting for it. There was no surprise when she felt the warmth, the rising heat in fact, no surprise when her whole form felt as if it was being stretched forcefully, certainly nothing more than a contented grin when, even while sitting down, her head smacked against the ceiling hard enough to leave a dent in the plywood. It didn’t hurt; or rather, it absolutely did, but the serotonin high was such that it didn’t pass through the filter, manifesting only as a slight numbness which was easily ignored. For her height was not the only thing affected, and at long last, Maia’s clothes had finally lost the battle against her size. They had put up a good fight, a surprisingly effective one given that they did manage to alter one aspect of themselves, but there was just too much mouse for them to contain anymore. How could they possibly hope to hold back an ass so wide that it could smother a small bus if Maia sat on it, each cheek so immense that her entire department could probably be squished underneath it, an ass so prodigiously oversized that she felt it rising up her back, turning into a personal throne for her to sit on? How could they stem the tide of a pair of tits of a size so gargantuan that they turned out to spill onto her lap and the floor around her, thoroughly burying Martha before she had any chance of getting away from the avalanche (assuming she even did)? They couldn’t, and this was the entire point of it: her body had become something uncontainable, something that could not, and would not, be hidden away from anyone anymore. Much like with Morgan, it was the sort of frame that would dominate any room, destroy any attire that hoped to keep it modest, and do so without needing a snake to activate it whenever the mouse felt like being big. Thus, with a final set of rips and tears, with the wonderful noise of cloth being torn apart into increasingly thin strips, her skirt and dress shirt reached their breaking point, holding there for just long enough to suggest that they might, possibly, potentially, keep the giant mouse from being fully exposed… before failing entirely. Like a dam bursting, soft mouse curves exploded in every direction, covering cubicle walls for just a moment or two before the pressure broke them entirely, the thin sheets buckling underneath the weight of the side of one of Maia’s breasts, or a portion of a singular asscheek. The entire floor seemed to rumble despite the lack of any actual growth, as if the mere reveal of her true form was enough to cause reality to buckle and bend under the strain of it; much like Maia’s own psyche, as it were, since seeing herself billow outwards in such a manner was enough to get rid of all those pesky remnants of modesty that insisted in nipping at her heels and nagging at the back of her head. To watch herself as she became so much more was all the mouse needed to be reassured that what was happening was real, that she had become a colossus of curves much like the one she always envisioned herself as, and had done so in the one manner which was guaranteed to bring about the best possible reveal. It was theatric, in a way; while it would’ve been nice if her body grew like that over time, or even in a short burst while she was prepared for it, the process was made immeasurably more satisfying by having snuck up on her the way that it did, forcing her to either adapt or perish… or, in her particular case, forcing her coworkers to adapt or perish. To their credit, they took to the change quite well, though it was left to be seen whether it was because they all shared in Maia’s size enthusiasm or they were simply too taken aback by the sight of a fifteen-foot tall mouse giantess with curves so exaggerated she could easily smother most of them without even looking, and a size so immense that she could fill an entire bedroom if she wanted to. Her one saving grace was that the office space everyone shared was wide enough for that to not be a problem, at least horizontally; getting up was now impossible without Maia bending her spine ninety degree, which to her was perfectly fine, seeing as that meant she had to crawl around and very conspicuously give everyone a perfect view of her cleavage or titanic rump, depending on which side they were graced by. Indeed, as soon as she figured she was stable, Maia’s face broke out into a wide, not-at-all innocent grin as she slowly leaned forward and squished her tits underneath her, serving as cushions while she readjusted her position; within seconds, and with almost supernatural grace, she was on all fours, Jenkins trapped mercilessly between her two floor-to-ceiling-wide cheeks, with her enormous marshmallow heaven fully on display right beneath her smiling face, trapping her entire department between herself and the back wall. Well, she thought “trapped”; the truth was, anyone could just turn to the side and use that as an escape route, but that wasn’t the way the narrative was meant to be played out. There she was, a giantess posing as an advancing wall, inexorably stealing terrain from a group of little ones who could do little but watch; a role she was playing, sure, but given how eagerly her coworkers slid into their rightful places, she wasn’t about to break character either. Step by step, she pulled herself forward, dragging her tits along the ground and causing enough sensory overload that she barely avoided moaning loudly enough to rattle windows; step by step, her nipples so ridiculously stimulated that it was a wonder that they weren’t carving a path through the floor from how hard they were. Step by step, the distances involved were reduced to naught, with Maia on one side, a wall on the other, and her coworkers trapped right in the middle. It was really just a small hop and skip to her smushing them between a rock and a soft place, and indeed, Maia would’ve done just that… had her body not decided to one-up itself for one final time. There was no alteration to her proportions that time around; for whatever reason, it appeared her form was quite happy the way that it was in terms of how thick she happened to be, how blessed her curves were. The rest of it though? Well, there was an entire office space for her to fill, and if that meant magnifying her overall size for her to fill it, then that was just what had to happen. Did it matter that, in doing so, her tits and ass ended up growing along with her, not just breaking several tiles of false ceiling into pieces but also forcing the floor to creak and groan ominously beneath her, saved from collapsing entirely purely through luck and prodigious amounts of prayer? Hardly; the important part was getting Maia to bwoompf outwards until she covered about half of the total floor space in her department, effectively remodeling the whole place into a far more pleasing “flattened” aesthetic. How delightful that the very last thing to happen to her was effectively an improved version of the first; Maia chuckled to herself (after recovering from the pleasure high, at least) when she realized that, had her clothes still been on her, they might’ve actually survived that last spurt. Alas, she was stark naked and fully revealed to the world, even if the only people with eyes for her were either stuck between one tit and the back wall, or, in Jenkins’ case, squirming between his boss’ cheeks. As for herself, when her body began cooling down for the first time in a while, Maia came to understand that whatever had been taking place had finally come to an end, even if only a temporary one; she couldn’t discard the possibility that it might happen again, after all. To her side, however, was a distraction: her phone. It took a moment before the mouse noticed that her unfettered growth spurt had actually brought her substantially closer to her personal office than she first assumed, and given the voices shouting from below and above, she could only imagine what she’d hear when picking up the damned ringing thing. For a moment, Maia considered just not answering at all; letting it go to voicemail and then dealing with the consequences later. But when she heard her name being shouted from somewhere above her head, by a voice she unfortunately recognized far too well, the mouse relented, sighed, then very carefully answered the phone by using the very tip of her index and thumb. “Hello, this is Accounting, Maia speaking,” she spoke into the receiver with the sweetest, softest tone she could muster, “who’s this?” The scream that came down the line was enough to get even the giantess to pull the phone handle away from her, with the sheer, unbridled anger coming in being too much for her to handle. “-d the floor is collapsing and there’s an ass in the middle of the hallway! Explain this!” “I had a bit of a woopsie, sir.” If an aneurysm could be transmitted through sheer silence, Maia’s boss had just succeeded with flying colours. It was telling that, when he spoke again, the tone was significantly quieter, though one could possibly describe it as just downright defeated. “You’re not getting back down, are you?” “Probably not, sir.” “Can I get you to… I dunno, just keep it in Accounting? You deviants seem to like this sort of thing.” Maia chuckled. Sweet victory. “Of course, sir.” Some more grumbling followed, with her boss audibly complaining about his lot in life for a few moments before hanging up the phone, prompting the mouse to do the same… before turning to face the many, many happy souls trapped in her cleavage to proudly announce: “So who’s ready for round two~?”
Naali’s little adventure in the security department had left all sorts of impressions on all sorts of people, not the least of which the ERT sent to capture her after the snake’s “unfortunate feeding frenzy” extended to members of the command team. They had a terrible time extricating her from all of the nooks and crannies her massive tail got stuck in, not to mention needing an extra-large transport shuttle just to move her from place to place, but in the end managed to get her in front of a tribunal and charged with so many counts of murder that the sentencing calculation suffered from stack overflow. As was standard protocol for cases like that, she was assigned a fresh clone and sent to a different station, to serve out her sentence via work shifts in Security. Not as their chief, however; she was downgraded to a mere officer, the kind of one who had the worst jackets. But it wasn’t all bad; not being in charge meant she had a lot more time for herself; in some shifts, the snake found herself spending an inordinate amount of time hanging out in the bar (drinking responsibly) or just shooting the shit with folks over in the recreational area. The station she’d been assigned to was low-priority and, as such, was rarely the target for anything more severe than minor acts of sabotage on the part of the Syndicate. This effectively made what was meant to be a punishment turn out to be a gift in disguise, as Naali’s head was cleared of the never-ending headaches that had plagued her time as Head of Security back in her old workplace. It was so good that it almost made her forget about the constant, gnawing hunger for everything and everyone she saw around her. Almost. Just because hers was a new body, and a fresh one at that, didn’t mean her urges had been expunged from her mind. If anything, seeing herself be so tiny and insignificant compared to the majestic creature she had become previously only served to reinforce her size goals, to heighten her need and want for another frenzy like the one that had landed her there to begin with. Naali didn’t particularly care about those that ended up fueling it; as she herself proved, any losses could simply be backed up on a genetic dataslate and printed out at the company’s convenience. It was almost criminal that she was the one considered to be at fault, when it had been the extensive genetic modification NanoTrasen itself performed on her that gave her the ability to grow like she did in the first place. And therein lay the solution. Months passed without anything of note happening. Months of Naali being a good, law-abiding, obedient officer with stellar conduct. A couple of medals here, a recommendation there, even the on-board representative showing her a fax where Central Command wished to commend her for being able to “turn herself around” from the desire-driven monster they’d been before. All of which meant nothing if one bothered to look at what was happening underneath the surface and why Naali spent so long hanging around Medbay without any real reason. Everyone assumed she was just making sure that one of the most vital parts of the station was kept well-guarded, and so didn’t bother to check close enough to realize the serpentine beauty had been making friends with the Genetics Department, acquiring a whole host of genetic modifications that ranged from “probably illegal” to “definitely worthy of jail time”. None of them affected her body in any way that’d be noticeable by an outside observer, though if the company ran a random check-up, her scans would probably break whatever poor machine was used to sequence her genetic code. But it didn’t matter. Naali had no intention of letting that ever happen again. The opportunity presented itself when a robbery was called out from the kitchen, the chef reporting that several pounds of fresh meat had been stolen from the fridge by someone who hacked the backdoor into the walk-in freezer. It wasn’t that important that Security would bother sending more than one officer to inspect, and seeing as the perpetrator ran into maintenance, Naali was quick to volunteer for the task herself, eager to try her heavily modified body out without anyone there to stop her. Speaking with the chef confirmed her suspicions: whoever had committed the robbery was quite the hungry little thing, with several of the pre-cooked meals having been devoured before they took off with the raw meat. Following the trail of congealed blood on the ground was easy enough, ending up leading Naali down into some abandoned maintenance shafts. The sound of gnawing and chewing became louder the closer she got to an oddly warm glow, before the snake emerged into a dilapidated room containing nothing but a rickety wooden table, a metal drum with a roaring fire inside, and the poor schmuck who was cooking the meat on it. “You know, the food is free,” Naali chuckled on coming in, startling the guy so much they jumped two feet back, “why did you do this?” “Damn chef cooks his shit in the microwave!” the man replied, standing defiantly, “I ain’t gonna eat no microwaved meat, it needs to be grilled properly! It ruins the taste otherwise!” Well, the man had a point. Appreciating a good hunk of meat required a whole lot of preparation beforehand, lest the flavor, texture and consistency be ruined. For her, however, the real delicacy was not in a perfectly-cooked slice of veal, but in the mindless devouring of a helpless prey creature, trembling and raw. But that time, she was going to have some fun with it. The poor man was shaking all over when he saw the snake approach them, mumbling a few words before growing silent after witnessing her hungry smile and licking tongue. They offered no resistance when Naali towered over and picked them up by the scruff of the neck, bringing the two to eye-level with one another. Rather than simply devouring the little thing, Naali began to sap him of his power. Highly experimental, changeling-derived genetic modifications allowed her to quite literally drain the mass out of them, turning them from somewhat chunky, to just plain average, to outright skinny and nearly disheveled, all the while her own body benefited from such a bountiful source of energy. The familiar sensation of growth and pressure spread all over when she took in the stolen mass, stretching her tail out and giving her a few inches of height for her torso, not to mention padding out her chest with a couple of extra cup sizes by the time she was done. The man was too weak to protest, though his eyes betrayed how afraid he was. That’s when the real fun began. It was a well-kept secret, but Naali had given herself a little bit something extra down below. No longer was she a pure female, as the same laundry list of genemods that granted her the ability to steal size from other people had also given her a prodigious cock, kept hidden inside of her until such a time as it was needed. The shaft was surprisingly large for her size, and the reason why became apparent very quickly: grabbing onto the man’s torso, Naali lowered him feet-first towards her hungry, twitching rod, whose tip opened up to easily take in her prisoner into its tight confines. The thief tried to scream, tried to resist, but the combination of his drained stamina and Naali’s newfound strength, as well as just how impossibly constricting the inside of her cock was, meant that the man would quickly become nothing more than a person-sized bulge inside of her member. Her back was arched from the strain of keeping quiet, the whole process being so unbelievably pleasurable that even her extensive mental training and preparation weren’t enough to prepare her for how it felt. With no real way of digesting the poor sap in the conventional way, Naali was “forced” to break them down inside of her cock itself, turning that bulge into turgid meat, growing herself out to the point where, even when straining herself as much as she could, a good two feet of her shaft still poked out from the slit it was buried in, twitching and leaking all the while. It was over for her. Even if she hadn’t given her dick such a massive size boost, everyone would notice the ripped jacket and the extra feet of tail she had spontaneously developed. Together with her permanent record, she gave her Head of Security about five minutes before her true plan was revealed and she was being tased and dragged into a high-security cell. The entire station would have to succumb to her desires, much like the previous one had, but Naali had to be smart about it. She abandoned most of her gear, leaving only the headset on her head and a stunbaton hooked onto the belt that was straining against her widened “hips”. The serpent slithered away from the crime scene, trailing pre as she did so, hoping to find the best possible spot for an ambush. She knew that her department would send someone to check up on her the moment she didn’t respond to them, so it was only a matter of time before another officer dropped by. Five minutes. Five minutes was all it took for one of those lizard people to round the corner with a taser at the ready and a flashlight up to illuminate their way, Naali managing to hide her head just quickly enough after ducking into a side tunnel. Waiting for the familiar sound of an airlock opening, the snake quickly moved as silently as she could, almost getting her tail caught in the door when it closed automatically. The officer in front of her, ignorant of her presence, was looking around at the discarded security equipment, clearly thinking a “kill-and-replace” had taken place. Naali licked her lips at the sight of them; so tall, so muscular, so full. A perfect meal to compliment the snack that her first victim had been. A swift knock to the head with her stunbaton sent the man reeling from the shock, conveniently knocking the headset off of his head and giving Naali a window of opportunity to grab the man’s taser and restrain their hands. The lizard looked relieved at seeing her, but half a second of thought let him understand just how screwed he was if he was being attacked like that. Moving quickly to avoid making a scene, Naali shoved her hand onto the officer’s mouth, muffling their screams as she drained her second victim, letting her cock rise in between the two of them as she did so. The poor guy got to watch that monster loom over him, got to feel his well-toned, honed body shrivel up into a pathetic shadow of itself while every aspect of the serpentine giant grew to compensate. Heavier tits, wider thighs, a bigger tail, more height, everything! Naali was shaking as much as the lizard was, though it wasn’t in fear or trepidation. The final piece of the puzzle was hers to make use of, and knowing just what was waiting for her, she could hardly wait to pick up and lower her prey down into her hungry cock, spreading herself out even more as their body was dissolved and added onto Naali’s mass. By the time she was done, that cock was poking and prodding at her chin, leaking profusely all over her and making a mess of the floor. It was no use trying to hide it, though the snake figured it’d be best to keep from feeding it too much until she got a few more people to pad the rest of her out. Security would be sending more people over soon enough, and the snake knew she was still much too small to take on the whole station. Still, there were six hours left in their shift, and the station itself wasn’t going anywhere. As soon as she began groping her head-sized tits, Naali heard a couple more people walk into the maintenance tunnels, the buzzing in her headset revealing they were officers as well. A wide smile spread on her lips at the realization. It was time to feed.
The Mirror of Distortion Devi, The Prince of Depravity, Belongs to Terraswallows, and used with permission. “I’m bored.” There was no response from the room. Not that there should be, but the silence still irked him. Normally there were piles of various demons engaged in debauchery for his entertainment, but today there were none. Instead, he sulked. Seventeen worlds, and still no sign of the mirror. He shifted, his enormous member flopping over heavily on the piled cushions as he rolled his substantial hips. Manicured nails tapped at his teeth as he pondered what he’d missed. There was little to entertain him this week. At least, no more than the normal bouts of debauchery. But the carnal entertainment felt empty, a route passing through of the motions, turning one demon or anther into a new play thing. He needed something new, and this mirror promised it. Time didn’t matter. It never did to him. Immortality made it little more than an inconvenience and a chance for extreme boredom between increasingly wild flights of his fancy. He debated the choice of perhaps another trip through his domains, perhaps sew a bit of erotic discord for the fun of it. That usually cheered him up. But not today. His tail lashed. He needed something new, something different. He wanted the mirror. * * * The imp grabbed the large package and hauled it under his spindly arm. “Master wants.” “Your master will regret it.” The aged sage was splattered slightly with blood, and hung limply between the two other imps who had found him. “No telling us what the master wants. The master is all powerful. This is but a trinket for his amusement.” The imp shrugged. He would stay and play with the remaining victims of the tower, but the directives were clear. Someone would have to bring the object back. The prince would brook no delays, and the imp knew that. He gave a forlorn look at the few remaining members of the tower, wondering if his brethren would enjoy the feast on their souls. They were faint flickering things, and offered little in the way of the carnality that his kind preferred. But he hungered for even a small taste. But the master waited, and he was the chosen messenger. Perhaps there was a reward awaiting his return. * * * Perhaps another demon lord would have stone doors, or iron doors, but Devi preferred the pleasures of the flesh. His doors were of gold, marked in bas-relief with innumerable images of copulation, each seeming to move and writhe in their eternal pleasure. The imp paid them no attention. His prize captured under his arm still, he strode boldly into the room. “Master, we found it.” The imp chirped, his lanky body almost shaking under the gaze of the figured that sprawled across the wide throne. The prince of depravity eyed the small intruder, carefully observing the fabric wrapped object that awaited his attention. His tail flicked, distracted from its usual sensual roaming. “Give it here.” “Yes, master.” The imp bounded up the dais, its small claws rending tiny holes in the exquisite carpets. Within moments the object changed hands, the imp glad to be free of its cumbersome weight. Devi took the cloth wrapped bundle, surprised at the weight. It was smaller than he expected, yet it felt like it pulled down on him like a tiny gravitational well. At first he debated removing the cover with magic, but his centuries of experience warned him that would probably be an ill-fated choice. Instead, he unwrapped it in a mundane manner, loosening knots with bare fingers. He grinned, glad centuries of knot tying experience wasn’t going to waste completely. The cover, little more than an old blanket repurposed, fell away revealing a dark wooden frame carefully carved in shapes that even made his eyes water. It was as if the mirror’s existence offended reality and its presence warped the space around it. It was beautiful. He smiled. Only then did he realize the imp was still there. He glanced down at the minor demon and saw the rips in his carpet. A small flash of anger was enough to ensure that the imp would pay as much as it received. “You want a reward for this I suppose?” He asked it. “Yes, master.” It chirped. Devi’s eyes flashed, and the imp screamed. Its body contorted as it received promotion. The spindly body swelled and popped, becoming taller, with the curves that would be more pleasing to the eye. Within moments hair spouted on its bald pate into lustrous locks that floated down over a suddenly heaving bosom. Devi made sure that the nipples were long and pleasing to the eye. The wings fanning out, new feathers replacing the taut skin of the imp, growing to impressive size as the new succubus began to take form. Her mouth already drooling slightly between parted lips. But Devi did not make it wholly beneficial. The former imp’s member remained, and in turn shrank, leaving little more than a nub where it had been, yet no split manifested, leaving the new demon creature unable to copulate. An eternity of sexual frustration for the demon as it realized it’s new predicament. It oozed sex, but no touch would ever satisfy it, but it would spend eternity seeking that bliss. There was no point wasting the imp turned demoness though, Devi mused. “You may service me.” He said, letting the creature fall upon his massive cock with abandon. He barely noticed the attentions though as his hands brushed over the surface of the mirror, watching the seeming ripples cross its surface, each touch warping the space around the mirror. * * * The mirror had been hanging for about a week, its strange distortion swirling unevenly about the pillar it had been place upon. Devi would take hours to stare into its strange reflection, wondering how to unlock its power. He could feel it. It tingled at his senses, and the very fact that the device could warp the stone pillar upon which it sat in the heart of his domain was telling. Its energies were vast, but they seemed confined to such a small portion of reality within his castle. No more than a few meters at most, but within that domain it held complete sway, its power buffeting against his own wards. An artifact of most curious origin, powerful enough to shift reality even against his will. Lately he could feel its presence growing. Begging to stretch into his own sphere of power that protected him from the hostile magics. Even now he could feel the forces battering the protective shell around him. If he tried it was like listening to a storm outside. Raging and angry, but unable to pierce the protection. He wondered what would happen if it did? He'd already thrown two imps at it, but the power of the mirror sundered them into little more than cosmic dust within moments. It could not do so to him though; of this he was certain. But it called to him, like a soft caressing madness that beckoned him to come closer. To explore the shining depths of its surface. He found himself staring at it again, absently flicking a few rocks at the mirror he watched their small shapes spin in the air a moment, stretching like clay before shattering into dust motes. The mirror puzzled him, and he greatly desired to snatch the artifact up and rip its secrets from it. * * * It was like an itch that wouldn’t leave his fingers. Gnawing at him every waking moment. The mirror tormented his mind each day. Today he’d closed on it, his magic and it’s swirling together, a multidimensional play between powers. The mirror was stubborn, but so too was he. Against his better judgement he leaned inward. Magic crackled in the air as powers fought. He could feel it warping around him, threatening to do something no other had ever done, rend him from existence, but it was not up to that task. But he could not place his hands upon it either. Instead, he merely looked. The mirror’s dark surface swirled and pulsed with an inner light that no mortal might have seen, but to him it gave tantalizing hints about the universe that might be unknown by any other. He leaned in more, his powers straining to contain it long enough to glimpse what might hide within the depths. Transfixed he did not notice the weakening of his shields, the slow ebb of his powers as the warped reality began to bend and shift slightly. A pull here, a tug there. Subtle, yet with a force that might have moved mountains, nay, whole worlds perhaps. Slowly his eyes drew away, wrested from their prying by some odd noise from the antechamber. He peeled himself back from the energies that were drawing down on him. All about him stones lay twisted from the conflux. He tried to smile, assured of his eventual dominance over the artifact, only to find his mouth did not respond. Rather the length of his jaw felt odd, and he reached up to grab at his chin, fingers finding a strange length, as if his entire jaw had pulled from his face, lengthening into a long tube, stretching out, spiraling into the magics that surrounded the mirror. He slowly clawed at the proboscis like growth, it hung down below his knees, his lips tucked neatly at the tip, only slightly swollen for all the power. He could feel his tongue through the entire thing, long and sender, sundering his speech as he tried to force himself back. But the warping was completely beyond him. He checked the rest of his body, only noting that his nipples had suffered something of a similar fate, swollen and pulled by the magics, though less fully than his face, their lengths now standing out from his chest, the tissue within hardened by his curiosity that veered into arousal. Any other being might have panicked at such disfigurement, but this only bemused him. The novelty of it giving him something to ponder. He found he had little control of the flesh, its flexibly only due to the thinness of the tissues that had warped under the mirror’s power. He could wonder if this was a new feature for eternity or merely a momentary situation. As eternal creature he could afford to wait and find out. In the meantime, there were things he wanted to try, and the sinuous tongue licked the lips that hung below his knees in anticipation of new ideas. * * *** The incubus walked into the throne room. The wonton smell of lust coupled with the faint tugging of the master’s call. It was always willing to answer. The master’s summons gave it no pause as it considered the smell of sex that permeated the room. A faint line of a grin crossed its face though when it saw the twisted pillar holding the mirror. The dark glassy surface crackled faintly, releasing energies pulsing so powerfully even his limited astral senses could detect its malevolence. Turning its gaze on its summoner it was treated to the image of the grossly distorted jaw of its master, a meter or more, engulfing his own cock in a zealous case of self-fellatio that would make many a abyssal whore blush. “Its about time you got here.” The speech slurred, almost unintelligible, as it came from about the master’s distorted jaw which did not bother to remove itself from his own member. The incubus only nodded. “Don’t give me that look, it’s not like you’ve not wondered if you could take your own.” The incubus only laughed. “My master, I was thinking no such thing. I am only wondering why you took so long to call me.” It wasted no time on ceremony, it understood the demands of the master’s desires. Perhaps later the master would tell the secret of how he came to possess such a unique look, but only after whatever demonic tryst the master had in mind first.
On the Half-Shell Marcus slipped down the rocks. “Ow” he cried, sliding his foot against something sharp, a small shell. He reached down, his fingers coming back bloodied from a gash where the shell had sliced his foot. “Damn it, now how am I going to get back to the car?” He kicked the offending shell off the rock with his other foot. The cut didn’t seem deep, but it throbbed. He tried to set his foot back down but just touching the rock sent searing pain through his body. Gritting his teeth struggled to stand anyway, and found himself toppling over, falling into the waist deep water off the rocks. A second attempt was no more successful as his legs gave way, almost as if they couldn’t support his weight. Worse, he felt trapped against the rock, his heels wedged firmly as his head barely stayed above the lapping water of the bay. The small waves crashing against his chest making it a struggle to breath, or even to call out. A creeping sensation grew over him. He couldn’t feel his legs. They seemed to be melting under him. The back of his legs and torso now itched horribly. He tried to flail his arms, but they barely flopped around, unresponsive. Worse, they seemed to be changing, one shrinking away, the other swelling into a mass of soft flesh that absorbed his fingers as if they never were. Below him the mass that sat beneath had swallowed up to his knees, and more of him seemed to give way each moment. His hips were already splaying out, and his vision was blurring, going dark. He tried to get air, but his lungs wouldn’t cooperate. Instead, it felt as if he were breathing through the sides of his chest each time the water rushed over him. He could feel his skin begin to ooze slightly, a bubbly mucus that was both sticky and slimy all at once. His mind was cracking, conscious thought was slipping further from his grasp. His stomach itched, grit from the waves caught in tender folds. His chest caved in, collapsing into the soft mass of flesh and mucus. Gone were his senses save of touch and motion. What remained of his body melded into the single oozing mass. The last thing he felt was the great weight that lay upon his back, blocking the unforgiving sun from his sensitive skin. His mind now driving to the most primitive of things; food and safety. The hard shell closed, protecting his soft nature. The grains inside him coated and growing. * * *** “Mommy! Mommy! Look at this one!” “Wow, that is a big one! I wonder if it has a pearl in it?” “Let’s crack it open and find out!” Had Marcus still be able to comprehend anything beyond the tides and the water around him, he would have known fear. As it was, death came for him anyway.
Basking Shark Artwork by DaisyDeluxe Deviant Art FurAffinity Character “Ruby” owned by Unidentified-TF Used with permission for this story She sniffed the jar, letting the fragrance tickle her nose. She gave a soft sigh. It smelled nice, a robust scent she might have expected to find at the seaside resort. Turning the jar, she read the label. Jarvis’ all-natural skin care sun cream Straight from mother nature to your pores Heals sunburns, sooths sand irritation Broad Spectrum SPF 45 Twisting off the lid she looked inside. The cream was a soft blue-green. An unusual shade for a natural product, she thought, but still she desperately needed something to combat the three days’ worth of Southern California induced sunburn. On the plus side, the strange goop was reasonably cheap, something that was very appealing given the depleted state of her bank account. The trip had been wildly extravagant for her meager funds, and she didn’t need to spend more. Closing it back up, she took it and a bottle of some fruity drink she’d never heard of before to check out. She almost giggled at the guy behind the counter of the small shop. He was really leaning into the whole surfer dude stereotype. Big muscles, blonde hair, wrap around shades, and way too over the top language. “Wow, like, this stuff is, yah know, da’ bomb! I use it all the time, man!” Well, at least she had that endorsement for the product. She nodded politely, please that it had some local approval. Then she went about ignoring his idle patter and the occasional cheap come-on lines as he rang her up. “Like, uh, that’ll be twelve seventy-three, dudette.” He looked at her over his sunglasses. She shook her head, fishing a few of those goofy greenish tan American bills out of her wallet. The bland colors of the bills all looked the same to her, so she had to make sure she grabbed the right denomination. Finally, she managed to pull out three five-dollar bills. He gave her the bag and her change, and she headed out, the guy still eyeing her backside as she left. She strolled along the board walk, heading for her hotel. It wasn’t far, and she soon strode into the lobby, and took the elevator up to her room. The beachy vibe of the hotel was cheery, and it made her happy. Turquoise, aquamarine, orange, yellow, it was a veritable riot of color that seemed to splash about like the tropical fish motifs that were in most of the rooms. Back in her room, Ruby slipped out of her beach shorts and top. She poked at the red around her shoulders, thighs, and butt, wincing a little and watching the red skin turn pale again when she removed her finger. The tenderness was getting worse too, and she dared not go out without something stronger on. Her skin already almost matched her fiery hair as it was, she didn’t need to compound the issue. She just wished she’d brought something stronger when she’d first gotten here. Sunburn aside, she wasn’t going to let her last few days waste away indoors because of a bit of a burn. She popped open the cream, scooping out a generous handful. It felt cool as she began to spread it across the damaged skin, a remarkable sensation that instantly made her feel better. It felt far better than that aloe vera stuff she’d tried yesterday. She let out a deep sigh as she felt it soaking in. It left her smelling like she was ocean scented. Could be worse, she supposed, and a mental image of her as a bottle of shampoo made her giggle. The cream at least, where applied, had made her skin feel a lot less sore. She finished slathering more on, making sure every inch received a coating of the cream, even going so far as to fully disrobe. No sense missing sensitive bits. No sense wasting the SPF 45. She might as well enjoy a bit more time by the water before the end of the day. A few minutes of letting it soak in and dry and she slipped into her last remaining swimsuit. A skimpy two piece, but hey, she looked good in it and it was a great find from one of the smaller stores on the sun- drenched beach. The only downside was that the strings were hard to tie, the cream making it difficult to get a good grip before she finally managed to get it snug. She didn’t want it to fall off by accident. Checking herself quickly in the mirror she frowned at the deep red burn that covered most of her skin. At least it felt better now, though she decided that perhaps the pool was a better alternative than the beach proper while she was waiting for the stuff to work. Grabbing a small bag she stuffed a pool towel, some shades, and a trashy romance novel in it. She sensibly slipped her keycard in the book, where it doubled as her bookmark, and slid on her flip-flops before heading back out of the hotel room. * * * The hotel pool was quiet, not a surprise given the proximity to the beach and the ocean itself. Most folks were going to be playing in the waves today. Dropping her small bag onto one of the pool loungers, she admired the crystal blue waters that glittered in the sunlight. A few steps and she dove into the water. It was crisp and clear, but it burned her eyes slightly with the chlorine. She surfaced and sputtered a bit before she decided to take a few laps. The pool wasn’t long, but the swim felt refreshing, and the space to herself gave her room to really stretch out without worry. Pulling herself from the pool she padded over to the lounger, and grabbed up her towel to pat herself dry before settling herself down on it with her book in hand. She gave a contented sigh, enjoying the spot that overlooked the beach, just high enough to see over the low stone wall that separated the pool from where the sandy expanse of the boardwalk lay. She watched for a few minutes, seeing the small figures of people enjoying the sun, surf, and the breeze off the ocean. Shifting her shoulders and hips slightly, so to get as comfortable as possible on the vinyl lounger, she found a sweet spot where she just wanted to melt into the chair. She wiggled her toes contentedly. * * * The book distracted her for a while, the steamy silliness of the story just enough to pass the time before she set it down. Her attention turned back to the birds and the waves then, and the people strolling across the nearby board walk, as others continued to play in the surf. She could hear the cries of the gulls overhead, and the sound of people laughing. It was delightful. Ruby shifted slightly, and it felt like something was poking her in the back. She rolled further, but the feeling remained, much to her annoyance. Finally, she sat up and reached around to feel the chair behind her. The back of her hand brushed something as she ran her fingers behind her back. Grabbing at it she felt something smooth and soft, it felt like part of the chair, but when she yanked at it, she had a huge surprise. She felt it yank right back on her. It was enough that she managed to jump, her sunglasses and book falling from her lap. Pulling the offending item around her she gave it a hard look. It looked like the tail of a fish. No, starched that, a shark, and it was bright blue, with a creamy underside. It was smooth and rubbery, and her fingers made a squeaky noise, almost like rubbing over vinyl. She blinked, realizing that she could feel that same rubbing sensation in her backside. Worse, the tail felt like it was expanding, almost like it was inflating. The tail continued to press out farther, several feet at least, and by now she was certain it attached to her ass. Her swim bottoms were starting to give way to thing, forced down by the pressure of its expansion. The colors were becoming more varied too, almost striped in a series of vivid blues offset by more muted gray blue striping as it began to creep over her sunburnt skin. Her rosy belly began taking on the creamy color that ran along the underside, her sunburnt European skin fading away as the changes crept over her. She prodded the changes, every inch that had changed was now slick, squeaky, flexible, and felt oddly squishy. An itch between her shoulder blades, followed by a sudden popping of her top told her that she now had a dorsal fin to match the tail. Alarm bells should have been going off in her head, but a mixture of stunned curiosity swirled with the odd sensations that just made her feel delicious. She’d always enjoyed the slick, tight feel of vinyl clothes. Now here she was seemingly becoming made of the stuff. It wasn’t something she’d ever expected. Her skin was almost gone now, the changes were creeping down her limbs now. She watched as her toes started to change to blue, puffing up slightly and small bands of webbing forming between them. Moments later her finger followed suit. She could feel the sensation of vinyl on vinyl now, between the tips of her fingers as the webbing spread there too. She hadn’t lost her sense of touch, rather it was just different now. And certainly squeakier, she noticed wryly. The last sensation was that of her face starting to feel pushed out. The blue creeping over her nose, which almost seemed to inflate as it did so. The skin pushing further from her face, out into a long snout that dominated her vision. She poked it with a finger and realized it was quite soft and pushed in easily. As the changes to her face subsided, she felt her breasts, already hanging loose, seemed to pop out into more spherical proportions that bounced high on her chest. Almost as if someone had pumped them full of air. A gentle prod found them still just as sensitive as before, just different as they bobbled. Almost all of her was slowly becoming firmer. It was as if someone had attached an air pump to her and was slowly filling her up. It was an odd sensation, like she was little more than a giant balloon. Feeling down her strange new skin she noticed a divot in the skin of her hip. She poked it a moment, before it popped out, jutting out, hard and firm. A second pop on her other side made it a matching set, which she tentatively grabbed with a strange lusty feel, the idea of someone holding her that way drifting naughtily through her mind. The last pop that came was her belly button, as it pressed out into what looked like a small valve. She poked this too, experimentally, and it pressed back inside her with a snap. She wasn’t sure how long her transformation had taken. By the measure of the sun, it couldn’t have been more than a few moments. She took stock of herself. She felt light, buoyant, and she could still move. As if to prove it to herself she stood up, taking several wobbly steps on her new webbed feet. Oh my, Ruby thought realizing her voice was nothing more than a squeak now, I’m… I’m a pool toy. She rubbed her slick vinyl skin again. This would make getting through custom’s an interesting experience. But, for the moment? She was going to enjoy it. She stepped into the pool, letting herself bob atop the water. Her natural buoyancy let her float lazily on the surface, propelled only by the slow strokes of her thick new tail. It felt wonderful, her body immersed in the golden afternoon glow of the sun, and the gentle lapping waters of the pool around her. * * *** Upstairs, the jar sat on her sink, its contents half used. Maybe, had she read the label a little more closely, she would have seen the warning. Warning: For seaside or lakeside use only. Do not expose to chlorine or bromine cleaned pools. May result in dramatic and irrevocable skin changes. Use with caution.
Especially when the transition was so smooth that they both barely noticed it: one moment they were on the planet, and the next… they just weren’t. Their forms were so absurdly massive that by then it didn’t register, given that their weight distribution made it impossible to feel the force of gravity anymore; if anything, they were the center of the trinary system formed between themselves and the Earth, especially after the two water spheres grew large enough that they likely held more water than the entirety of the world’s oceans. Oddly enough, the two of them were far, far larger than they should be, even with so much growth potion split between them, making it clear that whatever was going on, they were experiencing far more than just simple filling; but of course, neither of them had the time to consider or worry about this, since they had more important things to do. Things like grow further, stretch out and feel as their forms, now wrapped on all sides by the blanketing comfort of the vacuum of space, took up increasing amounts of… well, space, in every single direction. Past a certain point, they barely even felt any difference, given that there was very little for them to interact with to feel anything at all; they had one another, and that was certainly more than they could ever ask for, but apart from that it was just the vast emptiness of space, stretching in every direction for a supposedly infinite distance, waiting to be filled by something… or two somethings, as the case may be. When the Earth was pushed out of the way by their burgeoning bellies, safely held within the folds of their two bodies, somewhere between a breast and a belly, what else could they do, where else could they go if not outward? They lacked a solid surface to stand on, thus, they had to keep going until they either found one, or occupied so much space that they became the solid surface on which the entire universe was organized. And, given that there was a conveniently located, stellar-sized fusion engine from which to draw energy, the two water spheres had no shortage of material to work with in order to further infuse the two giantesses with even more of their filling, self-replicating chemicals. There wasn’t much else to do, after all; the spheres simply absorbed sunlight, turned it into magical power and used that to produce more of themselves to pump into two bodies that grew larger, thus required more sunlight, in an endless and self-reinforcing cycle that very quickly reached unsustainable levels. After all, both Fira and Ash were billowing outwards at a much faster pace than they should be, owing to the potion’s unique effects, so it didn’t take more than a few minutes after their homeworld was outgrown before they were bumping into Mars and Venus, and from there, just a few seconds more until they were looming over the Sun itself. The two spheres had their work cut out for them, transforming all that delicious sunlight into yet more usable energy for them to grow and help the two lovers grow in tandem, just barely managing to keep up as Fira and Ash both outsized the very life-giving star that had once seemed so insurmountably massive. From there, however, there was no turning back; if ever there had been the slightest chance of their transformation being easily reversible, it was thrown out the window from the moment the light of their local star ceased being enough to shine upon them, leaving the two of them covered in a blanket of darkness that was only broken by distant starlight… starlight that shouldn’t have to be so distant, when either of them thought about it. There were plenty of other stars out there in the great beyond, and what was stopping them from reaching for them? What was stopping the water spheres from taking all the magical power they had accumulated in order to give both women enough of a boost that they very quickly bridged the gap between where their solar system had been and the closest star to them? Nothing, or at least close to nothing; it made it unsurprising when the two of them felt something warm poke at them for a moment before it, too, vanished into their growing selves, not realizing that, by growing so much that they even reached these stars to begin with, they hadn’t simply moved there: they had occupied every inch of space between their ascension site and whatever star they had just finished bumping out of the way. It didn’t occur to them that they were already cosmic in scale; if there were anyone big enough to watch their galaxy from a distance, they’d be able to tell them apart from the mass of stars around them, two colossal collections of soft orbs whose forms only grew wider and more bloated with each passing moment. The growth itself accelerated, the colossal amounts of ambient energy present throughout the galaxy more than enough for the water spheres to tap into, which only led to further growth in the ceaseless ascension towards insurmountable heights; for Ash and Fira, who were both still close enough to one another that their heads were within a handful of feet, the experience couldn’t have been more transcendental… and quite literally so. Nothing that could have possibly happened to them would’ve been better, because nothing could be better; they were becoming goddesses, their bodies outgrowing the universe around them, occupying every inch of free space, their bellies and rumps and breasts and frame in general all swelling outwards at a pace so rapid that it broke the speed of light without them even realizing it had happened. Their bodies, once little more than average, had become something greater than what the universe could withstand, and as a result, no more limits applied to them; this wasn’t a realization that either of had, or indeed could have given the way their minds were too focused on the galactic-scale waves of pleasure crashing into them, but it held true regardless: their bodies, their selves, had become so magically charged that physical law no longer applied to them, opening the door to yet more expansion, yet more growth, yet more everything. It wouldn’t take more than an hour before they were both larger than their local galactic arm, and from there, with their expansion rate accelerating exponentially, no more than a few minutes before the water spheres pumping them fuller dipped their tendrils into the supermassive black hole at the center of the galactic plane, “borrowing” some of its constituent mass to dump into Ash and Fira. This did pose a slight issue in that, after they were done with their galaxy, there was a long way to go before they reached the next one, but if they’d done that with stars on a smaller scale, then surely it was just a case of pumping more juice into them. It wasn’t a qualitative change as much as a quantitative one, a matter of scale rather than anything else; thus, though it still took some effort, it was a foregone conclusion that the dragoness and raptress couple would inevitably reach the next galaxy over. Much like before, they did this not by moving towards it, but by growing to occupy every micrometer of empty space between their start and end points, turning them into supra-galactic megastructures whose forms had become so dense as to counteract the very expansion of the universe; this, of course, only made it easier for the tendrils surrounding them to acquire yet more energy for the continuous inflation, seeing as, rather than having to seek out more of the cosmos to absorb and transform into growth potion, their self-replicating properties need only tap into the increasingly larger pool of magical energy all around them, a process that only got worse the bigger the water spheres made the two mega-giantesses. The larger they became, the stronger the gravitational pull, the quicker the whole universe began to orbit them rather than the other way around; the thicker they got, the faster the whole process became, until entire galactic clusters were being turned into halos and rings encircling their forms, all while the growth itself reached a critical point where the two would be very much “finished” before they even knew it. But neither Ash nor Fira could bring themselves to care; not when they had one another and the growth itself to keep them busy, not when universes’ worth of mass was pouring down their gullet, into their rumps, straight into their tits, turning their bodies into reservoirs in which all things that could exist were turned into yet more dragoness, yet more raptress, purely for one another’s enjoyment. Nary half a “day” had passed since the two of them had first taken the potions, and already existence itself was little more than a twinkling little light, somewhere so far below their perception that it may as well not even exist; there was still a universe, in the sense that Ash and Fira were, with them not being popped out of reality in some odd moment of divine awakening. They were still there, each one as large as anything could possibly be, slowly coming to realize that, no matter how much they grew, they had reached a peak: Fira was half of everything, and Ash was the other half (the cosmos itself barely accounting for a fraction of a percentage point). Everything that was, from the greatest of galactic superclusters to the tiniest of atoms, had all become so immeasurably small compared to them that, really, neither Ash nor Fira could see any of them, leaving only themselves to fill the entirety of their instance of reality, alone in a void… though, not necessarily. It would’ve been a lonely existence under most circumstances, but both of them were accompanied by that which they wanted the most: one another. Ash had Fira, Fire had Ash, the dragoness and raptress couple perfectly fine with the fact that nothing else existed (in practice) but them; they had, after all, already been acting like that was the case for the longest time. If anything, this was merely an affirmation of something they already believed to be the truth, and when the last vestiges of the growth potion finally wore off, when the water spheres eventually ran out of fuel and the last mouthfuls were poured down their throats, the two made sure to let the other one know just how they felt. They couldn’t hear the laughter, of course; even with their heads being practically glued to one another, they were still in a vacuum, lacking anything to help propagate noise. But the joy was visible, the act of laughing was visible, their beaming smiles were perfectly evident if only they bothered to look. There was no light around them, all free-floating photons having long-since been devoured and turned into more growth juice, but that didn’t seem to be an impediment; their forms, being everything that was, were perfectly visible to one another, as if their very being, by merely existing, was enough for it to be seen, for it would be borderline heresy otherwise. They were there to be admired, to be looked upon and gawked at, to be loved and adored… by one another. Fira was there for Ash, while the dragoness could only hope to be everything the raptress needed her to be, and together, this endless cycle would carry out for all eternity. After all, Ash was powerful enough in her magical prowess that she could eventually turn back the clock and put everything back together; it wasn’t necessarily simple, but being as gifted in the arts as she was, the dragoness knew that it was merely a matter of putting in enough effort, giving them plenty of reasons why they shouldn’t have to worry about anything, at least not for the foreseeable future. They did, after all, have one another, and for most of their life together, that had been all they needed. Now, there, at the end of time and space, they once more had one another, forever and always; it was all they could ever need. So why wish for more?
(Stallion tf M) June was tired of finding trash at bars. Her attempts at dating were annoying at best. She lived out on a ranch so getting into town to even meet people in the first place was a pain in the neck. Then she hangs out at a bar trying to find a half decent guy but they are all perverts or worse- married men trying to hide their ring to hit on her all the same. She had always told her horses she wished they were human, because they would make much better soulmates than any of the actual humans she has encountered. But then it hit her- there are spells to turn people into animals. What if she wrote it in reverse and used it on a horse? She could use a human to horse transformation to make one of her horses into a human! None seemed a better candidate than Noble. Noble wasn't a big horse, but he certainly is well endowed. He had a very wild spirit, and normally you'd geld a stallion like that if you wanted any chance at using it to ride, but June took the time to tame him while keeping his bits intact. He still looked real intimidating- he had a habit of glaring at people. Noble was made of tight, lean muscles and could run like a bolt of lightning. He was glossy black, so when the light hit him all you seen was the shine of his pelt in the shape of his tight muscles. The only other color on him was a large diamond shaped patch on the end of his face- white except where it overlapped his lips, and turned light pink. His mane was tied off to one side in five braids, each hanging down before being loosely connected at the ends to each other. His long tail was held off him by a brass clasp, and then braided as well. June enjoyed letting her mind wander while combing and braiding his hair- and Noble enjoyed the attention and getting brushed. Even after being tamed he had a sort of regal air about him- he enjoyed being pampered but also liked to show off and work hard. Noble felt an odd sensation like the wind passing over him but it moved through him instead of simply over him- and there was no wind outside at all. It was early winter and the ground was already padded with white, but the utter lack of wind made the temperature easily tolerated. His breath caught in the feeler hairs on his chin and made them stand out from a thin layer of frost clinging to them. He wandered out into the open, listening to the snow crunch under his hooves and seen June muttering strange words under her breath while holding a large book up, looking at him. His ears flicked toward her at first to see if she was actually talking to him, but he understood none of the words so he ignored it. Noble felt an odd pressure in his groin and his penis was gently forced partially out of his sheath! He kept tapping his back hooves on the ground because his joints did not sit right, and almost fell over sideways when his hips let out a very loud pop and compressed in a burst! They partially imploded, making his hips much less wide- this reduced the amount of space between his legs which is why his penis was forced so slide out of him partially! When he moved his legs now they did not react exactly as they had before- suddenly they were able to pivot out more to the sides, they had a larger range of movement! The muscles and bones in his feet started to spread, putting pressure on the top of his hooves. He was a bit worried but also curious when his hooves started to crack. It looked like it should hurt but didn't. His feet were becoming too wide, yanking the base of the hooves apart! Noble tumbled backward and landed on his still very large, muscular butt! His back legs felt like they vanished out from under him! His canon bones shrank to only a tiny fraction of their size in a short time, causing him to fall over immediately as his front legs were twice as long as the back now! What had been the canon bone broke up into a series of thin, intricate bones and became the soles of a plantigrade foot! His hooves shattered apart, making a shrill and sudden grinding sound as shards were scattered, revealing five toes where there had only been one before. His arms were shrinking now too, and again most of the reduction is the canon bone, turning into the many small bones of a human hand. Just like his legs, the hooves shattered off. His stomach area sucked inward, making loud gurgling sounds as his organs shifted and shrank. Abdominal muscles started to become visible as a more humanoid structure started to fade into his torso. More of his penis slid out because the flesh of his sheath was tightening, making it more and more shallow, so his dick no longer fit into its home. The feeling of its own weight bobbing in the open gave him a half chub- causing it to straighten a bit and bob lazily in front of him. Like the rest of him- Noble's dong was jet black except a neon pink splotch on the upper portion of the shaft that only went halfway around it. The snow he had been sat on melted almost instantly, creating a bare patch of short grass! He did not notice because the cold was equalizing it but the transformation was causing his body to generate a ton of heat. His rectangular pupils wobbled, and at the corners started to round. New thoughts popped into his head and he suddenly found he had knowledge of things he never learned in the first place. He knew and understood things without having any associated memories of having learned them. His heart tightened in momentary panic, realizing for the first time that his life had a set limit of how long it could exist for- and that he would one day die. He calmed down only a moment later though as he realized he was still young. But how young? He thought he knew, but his estimate kept changing. That is because the life span of a human is much longer than that of a horse- his life was getting longer the more he changed, which theoretically means he is getting younger in comparison, even though his actual age hasn't changed. He let out a strange mix of a sudden groan and a neigh as a huge cloud of frozen breath was expelled without warning! His lungs shrank drastically which forced all the extra air out of them, since it no longer fit. His hair line started to bunch up, which felt very strange and made him tense up his neck in reaction. His neck itself was making hollow, deep popping sounds as it compressed and shrank! An odd pressure overtook his skull, applied equally all around the entire skull and the bone started to make painful sounding snaps and cracks, though it did not actually hurt. It felt extremely strange- not painful. Even the teeth in his mouth were shrinking! His forehead seemed to shrink faster than the rest, causing a divot to form between his nose and the top of his head. This continued to deepen as the top of his muzzle started to pull out from the rest and form a ridge- the bridge of a human nose. His already small tail started to shrink, causing the long hairs on it to start to fall out. Noble stood up, very wobbly. His rectangular pupils were now sideways ovals, and his iris were shrinking- exposing the sklera of his eyes which made them look brighter. His mid section was now a wall of tight abs, getting veiny toward his crotch. His penis no longer had a sheath, and instead the medial ring folded upward and became a foreskin. June had made... a little modification to the spell. It would be a shame to waste his endowments. The spell wasn't going to alter the size of his genitals, only their shape. Even as a human he would be hung like a horse. The bumps of the corona on his glans became smaller and harder to notice. This compression caused him to go to full erection, since it tickled the most sensitive of his pleasure nerves. The glans themselves seemed to be inflating, puffing up and billowing forward- like watching a muffin bake in the oven. And just like the cap of a muffin, it became a rounded dome, retaining only a bit of a ridge toward the corona on the top portion, giving it a helmet shaped head. It retained the huge proportions of a full horse flare- which June had not considered when she put on the size limiter. This made the head of his dick freakishly huge compared to a normal human, even if they were the same size otherwise! It was a huge and very heavy bell-end that gave his dick a bit of an outward curve even when fully erect from the weight of the amount of blood collected into just the tip. His skin tone started to turn from black to a very dark brown, equalizing with the two pale patches he had as a horse. The transformation was really taking shape now- he looked fully human in the limbs and his hips as he stood up properly. His upper body was still barrel shaped and way bigger than it should be, causing him to hunch forward heavily. His head and neck were still compressing, but he was rapidly looking more human in those aspects too as they shrank down to proper size. As his mane compressed some of the hairs seemed to fuse to others, becoming longer as a result. He still had four of his five braids on one side of his head, but they were only braided on the later half now- as the hair became almost twice as long, and the new growth obviously didn't braid itself. The earth brown of his eyes now visible in any lighting, and his oval pupils tightened into circles. Noble knew what he was becoming now, though still did not entirely understand why. He knew it was June casting a spell on him. He could also read her facial expression now easily. A reserved, giddy smile. A bit of worry on her face, restrained arousal. He moaned in a thunderously deep voice, only a hint of equine tone still shadowed it in the form of a slight reverberance- only vaguely reminiscent of neighing. He pushed his shoulder blades as far back as they could go, and felt the muscle squish in a way that should not be possible. He flexed his arms and upper body muscles and they pulled tight. Then he flexed again and they pulled tighter. His ribs let out hollow pops as his rib cage compressed. His muscles stood further out, the cleft between them deepend. They became smaller but more bulbous, more human in shape. His upper arm muscles were huge, and his pectoral muscles absolutely massive. Some fat veins still trailed from his pecs to his still meaty neck. His eyes squinted a moment and he gasped and then in a sudden boom he sneezed- and every hair of fur on his body exploded off of him in one massive blast! It looked like a cloud of black dust as all the ultra fine fur sloughed off at once and fell to the ground, creating a black halo bordering where the snow melted in a circle around him. His feeler hairs had turned to a scruffy short beard. Noble was still around seven feet tall, so he is a very big man, and extremely muscular. His dick though fully erect pointed forward and curved down a bit from its own weight. It was at least two and a half feet long, as thick as a drinking glass is round, with an abnormally huge mushroom head, tight with blood pressure and purpled on the corona. He slowly walked over to June, looking down into her eyes a moment without making a sound. She closed the book, though was unable to break eye contact with him. She was awestruck by her own work. She gently brushed some of his wild hair out of the way to better see his face. "What?" He asked in his booming voice. "I uh... well, remember when I kept saying you would make a much better boyfriend than what I had been finding?" "Mine." "Huh?" "June mine." He stepped forward and tensed the muscles in the base of his dick, causing it to flick up and pat her crotch from between her legs! Noble gently took her by the shoulders and kissed her, pulling her down to the ground. Oh gosh, in the middle of the field? In the snow? Well, she did choose an animal as a boyfriend, what did she expect? She still stands by her original assessment. Noble is the best boyfriend for her! Her boyfriend is a stud!
(F petrification, hyper orgasm) Iris knew she was running out of time when she felt her labia clench a bit on their own. A slight pleasure and warmth invading her loins for seemingly no reason. She stood before a obelisk of marble covered in sheets of paper taped to it of sketches of the many different statues it could be made into. Iris was in charge of chiseling out the centerpiece for the school's fountain but could not decide on a form! It had already taken so long that her teacher Granidine became fed up and cast a curse on her that would try to inspire a piece from her, using pleasure. Iris knew there was probably more to the curse than that- it was a curse after all, not a standard spell. She found herself mentally incapable of making herself commit to an idea without being completely sold on it, and nothing struck her as inspiring! Another clench and this time she bent over and grabbed the edge of a counter as her clit stiffened and popped out of its hoodie. Her loins were getting moist now. Well, she was still thinking of ideas for the obelisk to become but now most were phallic monuments and that would not do at all. Or would it? Iris furrowed her brows trying to think of if it was actually against the rules to do that. She moaned out loud as another even stronger pang of pleasure entered her and she involuntarily thrust her hip forward and ground her clit against the edge of the counter through her skirt and panties! The pleasure was still relatively mild, but it came with a pressure that surged into her clit, trying to swell it larger or harder than it was able to- causing a pleasurable itch. Grinding on the counter removed the itch; but did so by overriding it with more pleasure inflicted on herself. "M-maybe I should go to the bathruh-ruuuooooh~no!" The muscles in her thighs and lower abdomen trembled a moment. Her labia clenched again, but drops of moisture still wet her panties as her clit throbbed from a mini orgasm! Her moan echoed in the thankfully empty art room. She shudder door on the far side they brought in larger materials through was partially open for fresh air, and Iris now went to that. It was late evening so no one was wandering around the pathways of the courtyard. The trees here were gigantically tall, but devoid of branches till the very tops so the area around the bases was still relatively open. In her curse-induced lust all Iris could think of looking at the tall narrow trunks was a rigid shaft of a penis. She dashed outside and tried to get to the fountain quickly- thinking perhaps looking at the fountain itself she could better imagine what to place in its middle. Every few paces though she would stumble and nearly fall, then her body would go rigid as her muscles shook like a leaf in the wind as another small orgasm hit. The moisture was dripping through her panties now and onto the pathway below, since her skirt did nothing to catch it. Her labia was blushed neon pink now and swollen up into a large puffy mound- larger than she had ever been naturally. Her clit was a darker red, almost approaching a shade of purple from being trapped permanently in its hardest, most engorged form. "Hnnn..." She felt another wave coming on, bending over a bit and clenching herself to try and resist it. "No. Not sexy time, need to... hah... th-hink o-o-oooohh." Her eyes widened and she clapped a hand over her mouth to trap a scream in her throat. The mild pleasure that had been her first few warnings was now a constant buzz that never went away- and in contrast the actual surge was now like a bomb going off inside of her! The pleasure exploded in intensity so powerfully and so suddenly it felt like her entire hip area was suddenly an erogenous zone with a vibrator shoved up to it. She was already bent forward a bit from trying to resist, and collapsed to one knee, arching her back the other way as liquid sputter out through the fabric of her panties! Her time was very quickly running out now- the curse raised the baseline pleasure and the power of each surge every time she climaxed. But every time the baseline raised she was that much closer to another orgasm. She gasped for breath for several moments, leaning against a tree by the path to pull her skirt and panties away from herself to look at her poor genitals. The inner and outer labia were so pillowy and swollen it looked like she had used a pump on it, and her clit was like a small stone wedged between. It was so perpetually at its stiffest that it could no longer throb- so it simply vibrated slightly with her heart beat. Iris was dripping now none stop as she staggered down the path- the muscles in her legs felt like jelly. Another burst hit and she immediately fell to her hands and knees and screamed out into the empty courtyard! The explosion of juices from her vulva were abnormally large now too- the first two bursts strong enough that they formed a solid jet of liquid even through the fabric. The pleasure surged even further up her body and down her legs! It was like parts of her body that were not even supposed to be involved with her genitals were having orgasms of their own. Before Iris got off the ground though- she noted what the slight tightness she felt in her fingertips and toes has been. Her fingernails were no longer translucent- and all matte grey! She clinked the tip against the sidewalk and confirmed- her nails were now made of granite! As soon as she got up she briefly touched a hand to her breast and the other to her crotch. The unusual stiffness of her nipples and clit... they were going beyond what her body was able to do- they were turning to stone! That is partly why her pleasure is getting trapped at a higher level! Whatever someone thought or felt last when they are petrified becomes stuck on repeat until the spell is ended. If you are petrified while having an orgasm, the orgasm will never end, because you still technically have all the parts to feel those things- but because they are stone they are incapable of properly receiving any new input. She staggered forward, even more shaky than ever. Her feet were feeling a bit numb now- and she was not sure if that was the petrification or the orgasms. Probably both, really. Iris took too long examining herself though, and was barely able to make it anywhere. Her legs buckled and her knees clunked together and she let out a high pitched sound of pleasure that went on till her breath was completely exhausted. Every muscle in her body was clenched tight, her entire lower body and legs throbbed with pleasure- each throb came with a burst of fluid from her pussy that doused the sidewalk. There was enough fluid leaving her to fill a beer mug! That was not normal either. She hadn't even drank enough fluids today to make up the amount she already ejected. As she straightened she noted that she could no longer feel her toes at all and her joins were very stiff! The rosen hue of her skin was starting to fade! Iris made it to the fountain finally and another even more powerful wave hit her! Her vision turned blue from a surge of blood pressure and she fell back hard against a tree- her legs straight and rigid, only her toe tips touching the ground through her shoes. The first blast of fluid hit the ground and then arched forward with pressure, spraying a line across the ground to two feet in front of her! Each of the seven successive bursts arched a little less forward, till the final surge just sputtered a bit under her. The front of her skirt was even soaked now from how high it arched with her hips aimed forward. The blood pressure from the surges were so strong it even muted her hearing- all she could heard was an extremely high tone ringing in her ears! She went to stand up and teetered! Her feet were stone! They were trapped on her toes- she had to walk on the very front of her feet only because she could no longer bend her ankle! The edges of her labia were stone as well, and her clit, nipples and areola were all solid granite. Though unseen, her bones were all granite as well. Her pussy would not stop sputtering fluid. She touched her crotch but could not help it. The pleasurable itch in her clit could not be sated by touching it now- the feeling was frozen in stone along with it. Iris was breathing in stuttering gasps, her pleasure fluctuating at what would be her orgasms normally! She whimpered and moaned, wanting to feel the blasts of pleasure again but knowing they would doom her. They also would not bring the relief they would normally be associated with- her pleasure and arousal would stay at this level with or without them. She looked at the pedestal at the middle of the fountain in desperation. She climbed awkwardly onto the edge with her stone feet and managed to step up onto the pedestal herself and balance there a moment. Iris put her arms out at her side as she looked around at her surroundings, trying to find inspiration as if it would be standing among the trees waiting for her to spot it. "W-wha-haaat do I... aaah~ what d-d-do ooh OOOOH...." She clenched her teeth and her entire body scrunched up as heat radiated through her and then another explosion! She screamed out again suddenly and arched herself up straight! Iris was sure she was going to fall backwards and probably bust her head open on the edge of the fountain but did not! Her feet became fused to the pedestal! The petrification raced up her legs, preventing her from stumbling or even bending down. The fluid blasted out by her orgasm hit the pedestal under her so hard it sprayed out and speckled the sidewalk around the fountain with moisture! Her crotch turned to stone. Her entire body rung with pleasure like a bell rings with sound! She was somehow having a full-body orgasm! Her ears heard nothing but faint ringing and her vision once again blue from blood pressure behind her eyes. Her teeth turned to stone. Her throat turned to stone, causing her desperate screams to fade to whimpers and then nothing at all. Her breasts throbbed with pleasure and the stone from her areola spread across their surface quickly. She would never have to worry about those babies sagging from age- they are forever at their prime now. Her stone nails infected her fingertips and then hands as she made one last attempt to paw at her pussy, desperately trying to relieve the itch and push the orgasm even further to find relief in spite of the curse. Instead her hands became frozen there at her already stone pussy. Her clit still stuck out pinched between her two index fingers- and her hands did not wrap far enough back to interrupt the flow of her juices. Her tight butt cheeks perpetually clenched in pleasure turned to stone next, and then up her back where it met the petrification spreading from her breasts. Her body was bent forward so her hands could reach her crotch but her lead lolled back in agonizing pleasure as her head petrified and finally each strand of hair turned to stone and locked together as one mass as they petrified. Iris was turned entirely to solid granite! Trapped in an orgasm many times more powerful than she had ever experienced on her own. Granidine walked by as she was heading home for the night. She walked around the fountain examining her student there, then nodded. It was not perfect but it will do. She could not think of what sculpture to put there- so now she is the sculpture. Her stone vulva never stopped streaming fluid into the fountain- it stopped being actual vaginal lube shortly after she stepped outside of the art room. She had been blasting out pure water. Now it never stopped coming out of her- she is a fountain after all. Granidine had a bit of trouble ripping the clothing off her form- since her stone form overlapped it in some places, but her clothing was just cloth so it can be cut and torn away. She gave one last nod at a job well done, looking over the nude stone form of Iris and then headed home for the night.
(F tf Pangolin) Richard could tell from the flirty glances during dinner his girlfriend Jess had something in mind for later. It was also distracting having her foot on his crotch from across the underside of the table. Jess was never one for subtlety and knew how to get what she wanted. She also had a slew of magic potions and spellstones she liked to use to mix things up though- so whenever they went to have sex, Richard never quite knew what he was in for. It certainly kept things fresh. When they got to the bedroom, Jess giddily danced her finger over the tops of a collection of potion bottles on top of the dresser. Richard made sure to remind her to remove wyverns and creatures of that sort. They had to pay an arm and a leg to basically replace the entire outside wall on their bedroom because she turned into a dragon one night to have fun in bed. She argued it was supposed to be a small dragon. Well... yes, it was a small dragon. A small dragon is still huge to a human! Jess did not even look at what she chose, she just ran her index over the bottle tops while humming 'inni mini mani mo'. She smiled at she glanced at the label but refused to tell Richard what it was as she drank it. As usual, she wanted him to guess. She twirled around for him and shook her hip as she slowly undressed. Even with her skirt still on Rich could see her spine starting to bulge a bit toward its end as a tail- presumably a large one- started to grow. When she pulled her top off and tossed it away she was a little surprised to see many strands of hair pulled out with it. They seemed to dissolve mid-air, vanishing long before they fell to the floor. Threads of hair were so fine it almost seemed like a trick of the light when they vanished. She turned her back to him again to look in the large mirror on the dresser and ran her hand over her head, looking like she wiped her hair off, then flicked her hand releasing a vapor the same color her hair had been, before it disbursed to far to be visible either. She looked at her bald head in the mirror. "Think I could pull off a smooth head look? Could get a tattoo of a world map on my head." Rich chuckled as he tossed his own clothes off the side of the bed from his reclined position. "You like trying new hair styles too much." "Mmm, yea." Jess shivered hard, but not because of temperature. With her back momentarily to him, Rich could see better than she could when her skin bubbled up a bit. It looked sort of like someone pressed an invisible mesh into her back. The skin tightened, lifting up a bit and formed into soft diamond shapes. The bulked up skin started where her hair had been, but quickly advanced down her neck and absolutely covered her back. It made its way further onto her limbs but much slower. The septum of her nose rounded outward, making her nose unusually round at the end, and her nostrils became slightly more narrow. The bridge of her nose expanded at her forehead and her entire nose started to grow outward into a snout. She made several slightly distressed grunts from her mouth as her nostrils momentarily re-aligned, preventing her from breathing through her nose for a few seconds. Jess' ears started to shrink as her nose started to grow big enough that it started to drag her jaws out along with it- elongating her entire skull slowly. Jess inched her skirt down and shook her tushy from side to side for Rich as the skirt slid its way completely off. Below it revealed a tail that was already almost to her knees and still growing. In areas where she had already transformed somewhat her skin started to darken, turning to a grey-pink, then pure grey, and then to a dark charcoal grey. Each diamond shaped section of skin started to grow out a bit more- her skin cells gathering keratin as quickly as possible. The diamonds grew more wide and long, lifting out and stretching into small plates. She twirled toward him again and was about to slip her bra off but cut it straight through the middle causing it to fall away, surprising herself. She smiled as she flexed her fingers looking at the gigantic claws growing from them now. Her claws were so titanic they actually forced her fingers to stretch a bit wider to be able to accommodate them. The claws were nearly as long as the fingers themselves! The middle finger grew the thickest, and had the longest claw, easily doubling its length. Her thumb shrank a bit though, and the claw on the end of it was quite short but still sharp. Jess smiled at Richard as she bowed her legs a bit, placing a claw under her panties on either leg and slipped through with a flick of her fingers- cutting the panties off. Her face continued to stretch even farther out, but her snout never changed size, making it actually kind of tiny compared to the rest of her head, and making her skull rather pointy. Her ears shrank almost completely away, now not really sticking out at all, but more like C shaped indents in her head. The diamond shaped skin advanced down her face now, not touching its underside. The diamonds toward the end of her long narrow snout were super tiny. She cooed at the feeling of stretching muscle all through her back and her still growing tail. She bowed forward to place her hands on the bed and shake her tits for Rich but as soon as she started to bow forward she fell the rest of the way down and cried out in pleased surprise as her spine exploded in length! The hollow pops of her vertebrae multiplying came so rapidly it sounded like someone microwaving popcorn. Each one popping into existence caused her body to tremble slightly from the movement. New ribs slid out and joined together in the front giving her torso a more barrel shape, but her spine just kept growing, once again giving her stomach area a more sunken in appearance only a moment later. Her neck grew longer as well, but it was nothing compared to her torso and tail. She tried to steady it, but the growth of the muscles in the tail made that almost impossible. The feeling of the new muscles needing to stretch and be free made her want to move the tail, but because new muscle was still growing in, she did not have proper control of the limb making it lash around frantically without meaning to. It was already longer than her legs were, and thicker too! Scrunching her face up at a less pleasant feeling, her elbows snapped and caused her to fall forward as the joints relocated further up her forearms, preventing her from putting her arms completely straight but bracing them better to carry more weight, like a plantigrade creature. Jess' shoulders rotated up, putting her arm joints farther up toward her neck and then the shoulder blades themselves grew down the opposite direction, partially shielding the upper sides of her rib cage. This gave her a lot of upper body mobility and strength. Jess grit her teeth as she heard the potion bottles rattle when her tail hit the dresser across the room! Her tail was getting gigantic, she did her best to force it to bend, curving it around the bottom of the bed to the right side of the bed. By now what had been mere diamonds of bubbled up skin had grown out into full scales- sheets of keratin armor. The outward point of the scales overlapped one another, and while the very base of the scales were dark grey like her skin, the majority of each scale actually grew out to be bright gold. Her toes grew longer, and she grew long claws on her toes as well, but the claws grew in on an angle- too long and arched to sit on the ground straight up and down. The muscle and skin on her legs bulked up tremendously, making her legs almost looked like elephantine pillars- but the skeletal structure of the leg actually did not change much at all from how it already was, only its outward appearance changed drastically. Jess went to push herself upright again but almost flopped completely over again when she was caught off guard by her rib cage letting out a painful sounding crack and changing shape. Though it was the same size, her ribs were now oval shaped- they were much more wide but did not project as far from her spine, making her torso a bit wider. Her body squirmed waves mirroring the growth of her scales down her body which also came in waves. The scales on her face were tiny, then bloomed larger onto her shoulders and huge on her back. Even the scales on her back were nothing compared to her tail. The scales on her tail were so titanic they nearly matched the size of her entire head each- the tail was only 4 scales wide because of how big they were, and even then the edges hung off the sides of the tail so much the tail had a serrated edge. She had the tail turned in a loose arch around the bottom of the bed and beside the bed- it still grew up the entire length of the bed and arched; slightly bunched up against the wall for lack of room. Her tail was almost three times as long as her entire body, which was also twice as long as her body used to be! The golden scales on it were so giant you could pull one off and use it as a literal shield. The tail was also extremely muscular below the soft grey skin- she had full control of the entire length and could coil it around items to lift up or manipulate. Jess giggled playfully as she climbed up onto the bed- though the bed springs groaned in pain and the mattress almost folded completely in half from her weight. With a torso as long as hers, it should be impossible for her to even stand upright, but she had absolutely no problem walking on two legs, because the behemoth tail acted as a perfect counterbalance. She has transformed into a pangolin- though the transformation did not include shrinking her to the size a pangolin should be... which made this almost as bad as her dragon stunt. Pangolin actually almost always walk on two legs- their front knuckles only touch down on the ground to nudge themselves back upright if they trip. That way their giant front claws folded back, remain sharp for when they need to dig for bugs to eat- and that is why they have a lot of upper body strength. Pangolin are good diggers. Jess slithered up the bed onto Rich's lap, nudging his erection with her tiny snout. He did not seem completely sold on her form, but watching her change was always hot. The golden scales only covered her back and the outer side of her limbs- her underside was soft grey skin. She lifted her head up from his crotch a bit and stuck her little pink tongue out at Rich. And then a little more. And then a little more. Her round narrow tongue was very, VERY long as pangolin feed on ants- their tongues are made to slide into ant holes and navigate the corridors to find their food. Jess however found a different hold- sliding her tongue into Rich's urethra, and down the inside of his dick! While sounding him with her tongue she brought her long narrow snout down again and took his dick into her mouth. Careful to keep her digits folded back so she did not lance him by accident with her claws, Jess skillfully held his legs and worked his shaft over with her mouth- inside and out. She could tell when the urethra started to dilate around her tongue that he was about to cum and pulled out. She slid forward and thrust out her chest! If anything her breasts were even bigger in this form than as a human! Massive G cup breasts of soft grey flesh jiggled around on her chest, capped with large erect nipples but no areola. She slammed them down onto his lap just as he hit climax and blasted off out of her cleavage. Pangolin are the only mammal in existence with scales- so while they may look a bit reptilian they still make milk. And they are also one of the few species that do not just have teats or udders- they have breasts on their chest just like humans. Jess curled her giant tail around the entire bed as she snuggled close to Richard. Rich wouldn't mind having at least one night where they have normal sex. But at least compared to some of her other forms, pangolin was up there.
Dragon Becoming Traz moaned softly in his sleep, he instinctively curled up and reached for a blanket that wasn't there to fend off the imaginary chill that he felt. It was imaginary for he dripped with sweat in the tower's heat. As remote and isolated as the tower was in the northern tundra, it should have been cold. Traz should long since have frozen to death. He almost had. The young elf opened his eyes suddenly, sitting up and gasping in terror. He awoke from his dreaming nightmare into the waking one that had become his life. He had been foolish, adventuring as far north as he had. His people had spoken often of the Tower of Dessarra, and of the cult the resided within. The northern forests and wastes were said to swarm with dragons and the twisted monstrosities that the Devoted of Dessarra created in their goddess' image. Whoever ventured into the range of the dragon's flight was ripe for the picking. Few bothered them, as far from any kingdoms of power as they could be. An army to fight them would find no food and no shelter from the cold and the hellish snowstorms that appeared without warning. On occasion bands of dragonkin ventured south, raping and pillaging as they went. Nests of the creatures dwelt in the evergreen forests, their caves and tunnels filled with a small portion of the riches that the Devoted had stolen over the centuries. It was these tales that had lead Traz in search of such a den. He did not expect to have a full sized dragon swoop down and snatch him up off his mount while he was miles from the nearest nest that he knew of. The terror of being at the mercy of a creature hundreds of times his size, clutched tightly in talons with claws almost as large as his own body, several thousand feet up in the air had made Traz pass out. He had awoken much as he just had, placed in a room that seemed equal parts stable and cell block. The tower, or at least the parts of it Traz had been in, were swelteringly hot. He hadn't stopped sweating since he arrived. Thankfully there was a continuous supply of water. Each stall was separated from the other by a wall of iron mesh, but at the rear wall between the two cells had a small basin between the two. Water continuously poured into it in a narrow stream from a fountainhead shaped like the face of a dragon. It flowed over the sides and into a narrow depression along the rear wall, until it poured into the privy hole. Traz scooped up some water in his cup hands and splashed his face, the cool water a sweet relief on his skin as it trickled over his almost naked form. The dragonkin had tossed him in his cell, the only scrap of clothing a loincloth that they'd placed atop a stool, along with his bread and broth for his first meal. His lunch was waiting for him on the floor just inside his cell. The small tray was narrow enough to be pushed between the gaps in the iron strip lattice. He'd never heard of a prison that offered three meals a day. And it wasn't moldy bread and water that had a piece of chicken dipped in it either. It was quite tasty, and bread and soup were only what was offered for lunch. Dinner so far had been a portion of meat, vegetables, and usually bread and butter, or some sort of potato preparation. Having such luxurious meals was crueler that just giving him something that had been scrapped off whatever had gone bad and tossed in a bowl. Imprisoned, one was essentially ignored. But in this place? The Devotees paid him far, far too much attention. Usually it involved pouring various potions down his throat twice a day. They'd had to bind him to a table, gag him, and run a tube down his throat at first. Now Traz drank them without resistance. He just wore himself out by struggling and trying to resist. He was no match for a half dozen dragonkin twice his weight. His struggling amused them, all hard scales and muscle; his strikes didn't phase them in the slightest, and only served to hurt his hands. It was maddening. They didn't torture him, they didn't feed him rubbish, they treated him pleasantly and politely. If it weren't for the whole abduction, experimentation, and the whole being locked in a cell thing, Traz would have actually LIKED his captors. He was given books to read when he asked for them, he was taken out of his cell twice a day for exercise, and had the opportunity to bath after his second exercise period, just before bed. The straw was fresh, and replaced once every few days. One of his guards had apologized about the straw, the place was so humid that mattresses got moldy or mildewed or something very quickly. They were being so damned nice to him, it was incredibly frustrating. He'd been trying to put together an escape plan, but so far he hadn't even seen a window. Traz walked over to the front of his cell, bending down to pick up his lunch, and stopped short as he looked at his hands. Things were... wrong. His elfin body already slim and graceful, his hand's shape had become even more so. His nails had darkened, and seemed in the process of being drawn into his fingers while growing longer, thicker, and thinner; the beginnings of draconic claws. The elf sighed; the slight lavender hue of his skin didn't help matters in the slightest. He knew what often happened here, where all thinking creatures the Devotees could lay their scaly mitts on were transformed into the various species of dragonkin. He had hoped to get away before they could manage to do something to him. He picked up his soup bowl and gulped it down; having slept through breakfast he was famished. The bread quickly followed it. The elf sighed again and returned to the bed of straw, flopping down into it. The rough, scratchy straw had bothered him at first, but now it felt quite comfortable. Traz now knew why, his skin was in the process of transforming into draconic scales; no doubt it had grown tougher the past few days. A look down at his feet confirmed that the same changes had taken place, his entire body ached slightly, and everything looked just a little bit off. He closed his eyes, his mind wandering, reminiscing of places he wished he could be now, of past amusements far removed. He smiled and remembered the one love of his life, the half-orc warrior, Nirack, he had shared a few adventures with. Larger and stronger than he as most of her race, she was in fact quite fair and beautiful, even by the lofty standards of elves. Ancient enemies had lain together many times. She had, sadly, been lost at sea. A sea dragon had dragged the ship down beneath the waves. Traz had mourned her loss for a year, taking no other woman out of respect for her memory. He did not dwell on her death, but instead fondly remembered the portion of her short life that she had shared with him. The press of her muscled, powerful body against his; heavy, thick, beautiful in a way no elfin woman could ever be. The elf's arousal stirred beneath his loincloth as his mind grew wrapped in a muzzy fog, consciousness and reason detached. It was like a dream, his body responding in a way that left him an observer in his own skin. Traz began to slowly stroke himself as he heard his cell door open, a scrap of claws on bare stone as a dragonkin stepped in, leading a quadrupedal beast on a leash. The guard stooped and detached the creature's leach from its collar, and then closed the door again. The elf didn't mind sharing a cell, and the dragon didn't look at that dangerous. It was a smaller, wingless variety; a drake. Its forked tongue snaked from its mouth, tasting the scents of the air. Its silver eye fixed on Traz and approached him slowly. The drake purred, nuzzling the elf, giving him a few affectionate licks on the neck and belly, its head dipping beneath the elf's loincloth. Traz chuckled softly and removed the bit of cloth, allowing the drake to do as it pleased. He was horny, and if the creature wanted to have a bit of fun with him, then so be it. Traz lay back and stopped his stroking, curious as to what the drake wished to do. It licked tentatively at his member, tongue slick with saliva. It opened its mouth, taking the member into its toothsome maw. It wasn't aggressive, and was rather gentle, well aware of its fearsome fangs. It lay in the straw at the elf's feet, head between his legs, licking and slurping like a pro. Traz moaned and reached down, gripping the beast's head so he could more easily thrust into its skilled mouth. The creature had positioned itself so that each thrust ran the head of his cock over the ridges at the top of its mouth, resulting in a delightful sensation. Horny as hell and disconnected from any sort of sexual inhibition, Traz let the creature pleasure him. At this moment the only thing on his mind was his own pleasure, the impending release that he knew was coming. The beast was good, pent up need and spiked soup combined with the creature's skill and soon had Traz pumping his seed down the creature's throat. The sensation was strange, as if some tap inside him had been turned on and something began to leave him with every thrust, leaving a void where the substance was now absent. Traz was sated, and felt sleepy. He closed his eyes and attempted to sleep. But the creature nuzzled at his side; its muzzle trying to get underneath him. Traz figured it wanted to lie next to him, so he rolled over onto his belly. The creature lay down atop him and the elf made no effort to stop it; the creature's warm, smooth scales felt wonderful on the skin of his bare back. Something wet, hot, hard, and slimy rubbed against the elf's thighs. He thought nothing of it and spread his legs to give the dragon more room so it would stop poking him. He gasped as the dragon's cock slid into him. He hadn't been expecting that. He didn't struggle or resist. After all, the drake had given him pleasure, so why not let it feel the same in return. It wasn't as if it was hurting him. In fact it felt kind of good. In fact, it felt very good. Better than having his cock sucked, as a matter of fact. Traz pushed back against the creature, his sleepiness fading, his desire rising once again. The drake's member was longer than his own, but about the same thickness. It penetrated deep into him, scratching a sexual itch that Traz hadn't known he'd had until that point. The dragon had no trouble thrusting into him, its member seeming to secrete enough precum to keep the thrusting in and out smooth and easy for the both of them. The dragon's member didn't catch on anything, nor did Traz suffer any discomfort. So much pre that Traz felt it drip from him. There was not going to be any sort of mess. Either the diet he was on, or the potions that had been given to him, had made it so that defecation was extraordinarily clean and resulted in solid pellets. Traz had thought it weird, but could now see the utility in such a thing. Anal sex was now a clean and pleasurable act. The elf moaned, long and loud, as the dragon's hot seed pumped into him. The strange emptiness that had appeared was filled quickly. An equally hot pleasure bloomed deep inside of Traz as he climaxed in an unfamiliar way, and a familiar way as well; the leaked pre and his own seed making a sticky mess in the straw. The drake nuzzled his neck, shaft buried in Traz until the elf milked every last drop of seed from him, and beyond, apparently not wanting a single drop to escape. The elf murmured in sleepy protest as the drake withdrew. He had fallen asleep by the damn the dragonkin guard came back to collect the drake, its duty done for the day. Traz moaned in his sleep, dreaming of dragons in a more pleasant light rather than the terror that had gripped his previous dreams. Much as it had over the previous night, Traz' body changed every so slightly as he slept. The heat was no longer stifling but quite comfortable, lavender skin slowly losing its slick sheen of sweat. The guard chuckled as she led the drake back to its pen. The little elf had a momentous day ahead of him, though 'her' would soon be more appropriate.
Kinky Witch 5: A Beach Tail “Honey, are we all packed?” “Yes, dear!” I shouted back down the hall. She came down the hall snuggling the cat. Kissing his head, and rubbing his belly. He looked like he wanted to murder her. The indignity of being pulled from whatever warm place he’d been hiding for a goodbye he didn’t want. “Is the cat sitter set?” “Sure, she’ll be by starting tonight. She’s still got the key from the last time we went to the cabin.” I watched the cat squirm a minute more before she finally let him go with one last squeeze. He dashed off, probably the hide under the bed and sulk. He’d be fine. “Alright,” she said quietly as she brushed the cat fur of her dress. Well, most of the cat fur. “Ready?” I asked, hefting the two suitcases. It felt like she’d packed that cauldron of hers. “You know we’re only allowed fifty pounds, per checked bag, right?” “It’s forty-eight. I checked.” She gave me a dark glance. I laughed, knowing better than to press the point as I struggled out the door with the bags and set them into the trunk. She slid daintily into the car while I was a little less graceful. She stuck her tongue out at me and flashed her nipple as I started the car. I just smiled, there’d be plenty of time for that later. * * * The plane ride was pretty dull, and too heavily packed with passengers to do much more than feel like a sardine in a can. We had sprung for the business class, but it still felt cramped as we took the long flight to the sandy beaches of the Gulf. We took the flight to Panama City, the layover in Atlanta wasn’t even that bad. Still, by the time we had our rental car and reached the resort we were exhausted. We opted to order in for food, finding a decent rib place that would deliver and spent much of the evening sucking bits of pork off each other’s fingers. She teased me as I dropped some of it down my front. Thankfully it was on my undershirt and no big loss. “Goddess, I feel like a pig.” She rubbed her belly. “With your svelte figure? I hardly doubt you’d get a boar’s attention!” I teased her. She wiggled her fingers at me. Oops, I’d just roused her enough for something. I could feel my pants starting to get tight. I quickly pulled them off my hips which were a bit more padded than before. My boxers went with them to reveal my cock was getting substantially longer and had taken a distinctly corkscrew appearance. “No, attention from a boar, huh, well are you sure about that?” She took to rubbing one hand up and down my exposed shaft. I started to say something only to have my mouth shift oddly as my teeth pushed out into some nice tusks. It wasn’t long before my nose upturned a bit. Not much, but enough to make sure it was definitely snout-like. I wasn’t alone in my changes, she’d gotten thicker, her hips plumping out nicely. I could see the lines of nipples forming under her light dress. She stopped messing with my cock long enough to lift the skirt over her head. As usual she wasn’t wearing anything under it, she’d rather mastered the art of going commando in public. Her nipples were growing now, her breasts too. She was soon sporting eight rather noticeable breasts up and down her frame. I felt something flick my leg and saw the flash of a pink curly tail. I reached under myself and wasn’t surprised to find a long strait porcine tail. She smiled down at me, her face starting to contort. Her ears were getting bigger and floppier as her nose turned up in the cutest way before she grew the short snout. Some how she managed to have delicate little tusks too. She straddled over me, her breasts dragging across my chest. She rubbed back and forth a few times like this, moaning softly as the nipples grew harder. She kissed me and slowly guided my cock into her waiting cunt. She was definitely heavier but with my stronger hips I could lift her up noticeably as I thrust harder and faster into her. She’d let herself go a bit, and squealed quietly with each thrust of my hips as she rocked back and forth. I could feel myself climaxing and I wasn’t ready yet. I rolled her over slid into a more dominant position as her breasts flopped across her chest. I nibbled on several of these as I found my position again and thrust back in. She squeaked and oinked as we shook the bed. It was guttural and primal. I could feel her clenching hard as I got closer to coming. She wrapped her thickened thighs around me and pulled me in as I felt myself release. They say that a pig’s orgasm lasts up to 30 minutes, sadly I can report that it’s closer to 10 as my balls tensed repeatedly dumping copious amounts of cum into her. Where it all went? I’ve no idea. But to my delight she and I were ready to go again soon after, and she rolled herself and let me have her doggie style while I rutted from the edge of the bed. Two ten-minute orgasms? Oh yes. She seemed to enjoy it just as much squealing and shaking in delight as she rocked her big hips into me. She finally seemed satisfied and slipped off into the bathroom. I flopped over on the bed feeling my porcine attributes slowly sink back into me. By the time she came back out I was almost completely human again. She, on the other hand came back looking decidedly less than human. She’d kept the look mostly, and seemed to now enjoy cuddling up against me. I can’t say I objected as it let me play with her many nipples as we slowly drifted off to sleep together. * * * I awoke to her shifting off the bed. It was already early dawn. She stretched and yawned. I reached out and twirled the little curly tail she still had. She smiled with dreamy look. I took the opportunity to gently rub her clit by reaching between her thighs. She clamped her thick thighs on my hand and shuddered a little as she let herself rise to the stimulation. She patted my hand as she slowly let her thighs unclench. I could still feel them shaking lightly, the jiggle in her ass was amusing me. Her nipples were certainly hard now too, as she excused herself to the bathroom. I debated joining her when I heard the shower start, but figured we might want to save some energy for the beach today. The weather was nice, low 80’s and sunny. She came out drying herself off at seven, fully human and back to her normal gorgeous self again, and I hopped through the shower too. I didn’t take long; my stomach was grumbling and the breakfast was only served until nine-thirty. Still, by eight we were seated in the lounge area munching away on a rather large breakfast. For some reason though, neither of us felt like bacon or sausage this morning. Not wanting to waste a perfectly good day, we headed out of the high-rise hotel, our towels, umbrella, chairs, and plenty of sunscreen in tow. She’d put on a lovely little two-piece number that looked like emerald green fish scales. I was wearing a more modest traditional pair of blue and yellow striped trunks. We set up our space and relaxed on the white sands, before she decided she wanted to play in the water. We dashed in. I was always amazed how warm the gulf’s waters were. I’d once heard it described as bathwater warm when compared to the Atlantic or Pacific. We dashed about and played in the surf a bit. She finally sank all the way in to the water. I went to go help her up, only to have her pull me down to and sling shot her bottoms at my head. I wondered what her game was, but was quick to realize that she intended to have more than a little swim. She’d obviously had this in mind for a while as I felt my shorts start to bunch uncomfortably. “I’d take those off fast if I were you.” She giggled at me. I was quick to comply, finding myself in about three feet of water and completely naked she took the shorts and her bottoms and made a few gestures before handing a shimmering garment. It looked like her top, only for a much bustier woman. By this point the changes were coming fast. My legs had already started to merge. Looking under the surf it was hard to see, but I could feel the pinch as my cock felt like it was being sucked inside me. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d switched my gender for some fun. A quick twinge in my guts made sure I knew that was going to be true again today Taking the hint of the top I looped it over my head and tied it behind me, just in time for it to catch the swelling breasts that were forcing themselves out of my chest. They were a pretty nice pair. My legs though were starting to get covered in hard ridged scales. I saw her smile as she realized that I’d finally gotten the hint. She flipped a little water at me with her tail and stuck her head underwater. I waited a few moments for her to resurface but when she didn’t, I doused my own long locks. My vision took a moment to adjust, like I was peering through goggles, and I realized that I could feel water rushing over slits in my neck. Marveling for a moment, I found her sitting on the bottom completely flat, rubbing the curves of her emerald green tail under the waves. She had a small puffy pink gash at the front that she was enjoying fingering lightly. I took a moment to inspect myself. I was bustier and where she was still dark haired, I now sported a blonde look. My fluke and tail were also a blue, but with yellowish fins. Like her I had that small puffy gash where I knew my womanhood now resided. I debated probing it for some fun like she was, but opted to wait. I tried to say something under the water but only ended up with a mouth full of seawater and a gurgling noise. Talking proved to be impossible after a couple tries, and I gave up. She was obviously amused at my attempts and was giggling at me. She flicked her tail and spun around and dove for deeper water. I stared at her supple form shooting off into the blue waters, as she flexed her fins. It took me a moment to get the motion right, but I quickly followed flicking my longer fins quickly to catch up. We spent much of the day exploring places on the seafloor, and playing games of chase and tickle. There were a couple wrecks and a few nosey dolphins that we played with for a while too. At one point we hid from a set of divers for almost an hour underwater, being able to breathe through our gills meant we could wait them out. She didn’t let that opportunity got to waste though, as she quickly set about exploring my new fishy body. She slipped behind me and wrapped her hands around my fishy waist. One set of fingers dug deep into my crevasse, causing me to gasp in a stream of bubbles. Her other hand reached up and freed one of my tits for some fresh squeezable playtime. I just let myself enjoy it, and the couple orgasms that came with it. She finished me off well enough that I was barely floating as she gave me a long kiss and let me rub my face in her boobs. In late afternoon our fishy tails were getting tired and she directed us back to shore. By the time we reached the beach where we’d started from it was nearly supper time and we were famished. It took some time for me to revert, my legs slowly feeling the rough scales recede back behind human skin, even as my legs split back apart. I welcomed back my manhood, but she pouted a little as my breasts began to recede, along with my long tresses. In the end she reformed my trunks and let me cover myself as she recovered her own bottom half. Together we stepped from the water, a little wobbly after not having legs for so long, but enjoying the sand beneath our toes. Amazingly our stuff was still there, and we grabbed it before heading back to the hotel and off to find dinner. I looked at the calendar. We still had three more days of this vacation before we had to fly home. I wondered what else she had planned? She just smiled mischievously as we got on the elevator to our room, and I was reminded that it was best to never try to guess too much when it involved a kinky witch.
In retrospect, eating that candy was probably a bad idea. The first signs of the transformation came when he felt his pants start to get tight all over; he expected to get slightly fatter, considering the sheer number of calories packed into that thing, but never did he imagine that it would happen so quickly! It wasn’t until he placed his hands on his buttocks that Dandy realized it wasn’t his belly growing larger and overflowing from his belt, but his ass and thighs occupying an inordinate amount of room on his frame, far more so than they should. He barely got a couple of seconds out of this before he heard the fabric begin to tear, his soft flesh bulging from within the holes and inviting him to lose himself in how unbelievably soft it was. On a far less wholesome note, what he was carrying between his legs decided to join in on the fun as well; his zipper lasted about as long as his belt did before breaking up completely, his package tearing through the middle of his pants as it began its descent to knee-length. Rhythmic pulses hit from within, each one adding inches onto his lower body, until there was no more hiding it; with a final, loud rip, anything he might’ve been wearing was turned to scraps, and the whole world could see what was happening to him. It was about as good an excuse as any for him to bring his hands to his shaft, allowing him to feel its surprising smoothness, interrupted only by the occasional throbbing, courtesy of his heartbeat reaching all the way down. His package was extremely sensitive as well, and despite his best efforts to keep his wits about him, he could already feel a climax approaching when he began to lose control over his ministrations. It took all of his mental might to yank his hands away from his rod… only to have them land on his ass instead. He had briefly considered sitting down thanks to all that extra weight giving gravity some more weapons against him, but now that he got to experience the full plushness of his rear, the mere thought of it was borderline heretical. No, he had to stay up, had to give himself full access to his burgeoning cheeks as they packed more and more mass onto themselves; he felt his pudge overflowing from between his fingers, his hands sinking deeply into his body as he squeezed himself as hard as he could. Within a few moments he had practically vanished up to the wrist, while his ass wobbled aggressively with each motion. The one thing that rivalled it in terms of needing to be fondled and caressed were his thighs. Just as his hips were flaring out to match the colossal behind he was developing, so too did his thighs began to inflate and fill with soft flesh, their surface becoming smooth and tinged oddly green; it almost looked like a glow emanating from within, with a warmth to go along with it… at least until Dandy got to experience his skin being turned into scales right in front of his eyes! They seemed to sprout from nothing, hardening over where his skin used to be, emerald in colour and so smooth as to invite the most tender of caresses. Such a pity that it was his cock’s turn again! That thing was already fat enough that Dandy was having some trouble even holding it with both hands. Instinctively, he began to pump it, trying his best to work it with what limited strength he had left in his arms. Didn’t take a lot for him to reach an edge, but not necessarily the edge; there was still a release, still the splattering of cum all over the ground and the sounds of churning as his balls clenched while delivering their payload, but it lacked that raw satisfaction that he remembered his orgasms having. It was less a climax and more just… a thing. Like he had a fully inflated balloon and, rather than letting it vent completely, just had the tiniest sliver of air escape… while filling it up even more somehow. There was no doubt there: his nuts were still growing, as was his shaft, and not only did they seem even heavier right after painting the ground white, but he was rearing to again just mere seconds after supposedly being done! It would’ve been worrying if not for how much it overpowered his ability to think; without even considering the consequences, the transformed trainer began to jerk off again, eager to see if a second orgasm would do anything to stop his continuous growth. It didn’t. And that was exactly what he wanted to see. The rest of his body wasn’t turning as fast as his lower half, but it was still doing its part. The coating of green scales spread through his torso and towards his head, mercifully sparing his hair while still giving it the same green tinge… and a red outline on some of its outer strands. His skull rounded and elongated, not only giving him a draconic muzzle, but also extending two bone spurs off of either side, which grew to resemble something akin to horns, quickly coated by the same material as the rest of his form. His midriff too was given some of the pudge his ass and thighs were gorging themselves on, not only giving him a rounded pot belly, but turning his once-defined pecs into a pair of deliciously soft moobs, both of which, again, he would love to get his hands on. If they weren’t so busy on his ass, of course. That thing was getting enormous, and to a certain degree he began to wonder just how he was going to walk from that point on; he was already unable to do anything but waddle, and even then he ran the risk of toppling over at any time… which itself would lead to plenty of trouble if he happened to press his entire body weight on top of a shaft that seemed intent on becoming as big he himself was. Seeing as it was still spurting thick ropes of his seed at minimal stimulation, who knew what might happen if it was given some real pressure to deal with? Thoughts for later; now he needed to find something better to do with his hands. While he worried himself on where next to pleasure himself, the transformation made its finishing touches on him. Two fleshy nubs appeared on his back, bulging into soft spheres before extending outwards, lengthening considerably for a few seconds before unfurling into a pair of wide, leathery wings, looking woefully undersized compared to the rest of him. Though it took him a few tries to figure out how to operate them, with his brain confused as to how to use two new limbs it had no clue what to do with, he eventually succeeded in flapping them about a couple of times… though it still took a while before they lived up to their supposed task and actually lifted them off the ground. It surprised him to no end that a pair of wings that tiny compared to him still had enough power to have him fly, even if it was barely more than a flutter a couple of feet off the ground; at least it let him internalize how massive he was in the literal sense, having to rest to recover his breath after “flying” for barely more than a few steps. It was just more fuel for the furnace, really; the knowledge that he was simply too curvaceous and heavy to even move around properly. The last splashes of colour grew onto his scales, creating patterns of lighter green while adorning some of the edges around his head and wings with a deeper red, similar to the one on his hair. This change was reflected in his eyes, though it’d be hard to tell, considering the only thing Dandy kept from before the transformation were the goggles that miraculously held onto his face, their red-tinted lenses somehow the perfect shade to mix with the rest of his colouring. Not that he really noticed any of this; while his body was busy turning him into a voluptuous Flygon, he had been going through every bit of him to try and find where his hands could do the most “damage” to his libido. He settled for his thighs for a bit, marvelling at how they had become about as plush and soft as his rear, though not to the point where his round fingers could dig into them as much. They were still inviting, but more in the sense that he’d need to invite someone else to take good care of them eventually. He briefly considered giving some attention to his tail, which he just now realized he even had; that thing snuck up on him when it sprouted from his lower back, and though it took a back seat for most of his transformation, was now filling up like a sausage with the amount of meat being pushed into it. His new appendage lengthened and widened so much that, before long, it was already getting busy snaking between his tremendous asscheeks, rubbing up against his inflated donut of a tailhole, before coiling around one of his legs. He involuntarily clenched, feeling its powerful grip tighten, its size burgeoning still… but something else grabbed his attention. He had to pay attention to his package, which had gone without it for far too long. Both of his nuts were dragging along the ground, leaving small tracks in the dirt whenever he moved, while his cock, were it not so stiff that he could hug it without having to bend over, would probably be trailing even lower than that somehow. As it stood, that shaft had reached what felt like an apex, turgid to the point where he couldn’t even squish any part of it, the veins on its surface throbbing with each heartbeat, taxing his body so much that, before Dandy even knew it, he was on the ground. He had lost himself staring at his cock, marvelling at it, not really recognizing when his legs began to shake under the weight and all the diverted blood. To be fair to him, the fall wasn’t even that severe; with an ass as plush as his, it was the equivalent of collapsing onto a pair of very soft beanbags, barely enough to even feel the ground at all. At least now he could play with himself without having to worry about keeping balance, his legs being diverted to rub against his orbs while the claws on his feet curled up with about as much gusto as he bit his lip. To see something as magnificent as that attached to him was stimulation in and of itself, and he hadn’t even bothered to start exploring it properly! Already he could feel another spurt coming, and indeed the burst of cum flew over his head and landed behind him, only egging him on further. It seemed like he would never find an end to it, that he’d just keep on cumming forever and ever until he blacked out… and even then it wouldn’t stop! Part of him wanted to be wrong, and yet he kept finding newer and newer depths to the wellspring of seed his nuts had turned into. His transformation had already begun to slow down, but either his balls hadn’t gotten the message, or he was being forced to deal with all the backed-up climaxes he didn’t have while turning into that thick piece of ass that was now on full display. Maybe his body went through so much that it couldn’t even process it, and now that he had some free time, he had to go through the backlog. Whatever the case, it was obvious he was going to spend… a while, dealing with his constant release. Minutes turned into half an hour turned into a full one, and still the ropes of cum kept firing from his tip, coating the ground and himself in a thick layer of musky white, driving him to ever-greater heights of mindlessness. He no longer cared about stopping, or even finding a limit; just rubbing that torso-length cock and having it keep spurting until he was dry, whenever that ended up being. Poor thing was left so battered by his own constant releases that he would eventually pass out, his shaft still throbbing as it spurted its last, leaving his body (torso especially) covered in his own spunk as the Flygon’s cock began to recede to its smallest size. Yet again, the transformed trainer didn’t care; he was warm, he was fuzzy, he was large, and even in his insensate state, his hands were flying all over his curves, eager to find as much of them as they could. Sweet dreams and lewd images flew through his head as he mumbled himself back to alertness, only to find out that it hadn’t been just his imagination. Everything really happened, he really was that big. And the day was just starting as well...
Lottery Winner Artwork by MssSnake Deviant Art – “Diane Cow tf” “No! I don’t want to be a cow!” Diane wailed as she was all but dragged into the center. Her mother gave her a stern look. “Your lottery number came up, and you have a civic duty to serve! Now buck up missy, and act your age. You’re nineteen years old.” “But, it’s not fair!” She whined as they entered the facility where she knew they were going to change her life. “Of course, it’s fair. Every young person has an equal chance of selection. Now stop this blubbering, you’re embarrassing me.” Her mother’s scolding echoed in the small lobby. “Brad didn’t have to go.” Diane sniffed. “Brad is serving in the army. He got a deferment. Now cut it out. There’s a critical shortage, and you’re going to help solve that.” “With my tits?” Diane glanced down at her nearly flat chest. Her mother’s eyes rolled. “You know full well that they’re going to fixed your problem. Maybe after you’ve served your time, you’ll get to keep a little of the extra. God knows it’d do you some good in the boys department.” That snark made Diane wince and she shut her mouth as they waited, the young woman still sulking over her fate. She wanted to finish college and be herself, not find herself packed off to some government farm where she’d be leaking milk from her undersized titties all day. * * * Eventually Diane heard her name and number called by a nurse. She begrudgingly got up, gave her mother a hug and headed back through the gray doors that would change her life. Her mother’s last words? “Posture dear, you don’t want to walk all slouched over like that, it’s not lady-like.” She just ignored yet another of the digs from her mother at her failure to be a proper lady. But right now, she’d rather have her mother continue to find fault than face the impending changes that were coming. The nurse led her into a small room. It wasn’t much, but there was a large screen projector. “Sit here, please.” She gestured to a single large plastic chair that sat in the middle of the room. The woman didn’t bother to look to see if Diane had even complied as she fiddled with an outdated disc player and turned on a movie. Diane had to keep from rolling her eyes again as she sat. She knew this must be mandatory orientation. The hokey propogandist nature of the film was very similar to the one they’d shown her in sex ed during middle school. The different now was that this was no longer a what if story. A small cup of water was set next to her on the arm of the chair. The woman leaned down and handed her a second cup. “I need you to swallow these, now.” She looked warily at the cup. Diane knew that if she didn’t, they’d force her to take them, or worse. She’d heard stories about the changes, but few people ever wanted to discuss them. The images on the screen just showed large breasted women with smiles, their breasts in pumps that shook as the milk flowed. Glancing inside the cup again she watched the half a dozen pills roll around. Better now than never, the woman was watching her, making sure she took them. Slowly she tilted the cup back, until all of them had fallen into her mouth. The water was next, washing them down, her stomach rumbling with a finality that scared her. “Good girl.” The nurse said, taking the cups and checking to make sure she hadn’t hidden any under her tongue or in her cheek. “You’ll want to get undressed now. I assure you.” Then, she left, closing the door as the video continued to play in the background. The video began to get graphic now too. Talking about the impending changes. But now Diane wasn’t just watching, she was feeling it. The heat that was rising in her body as the rapid action pills began to alter her genes. She decided to comply, quickly stripping off her shirt and pants. She never wore a bra, not with little A-cups, but her panties soon hit the floor too. “Two years, that’s all, just two years.” She whispered to herself, as she felt the changes start to reshape her. It was hard to say what changed first. Everything seemed to happen slowly, and yet almost at once. It was several minutes before she realized her hips were hurting her as they expanded to fill the chair’s seat, but that distraction was secondary to the swelling of her breasts as they filled out in a way puberty had never done. She hefted them slightly, enjoying the sudden feel of having real tits, only to have her nipples squirm through her fingers as they lengthened. She gave them an experimental twist, only to have her jaw drop as she felt the sudden surge of pleasure. That was new. Shifting slightly, she could feel something moving against her ass too. She reached around, grabbing the start of a long ropey tail. It was skin toned, save for a small puff of brown hair at the tip that matched the dark brown locks on her head. It flicked gently in her hand, and she could feel it as she lifted it to inspect the long appendage. Maybe having a tail wouldn’t be so bad. She shook her head. What was she thinking? Having a tail? She must be going crazy. A flopping feeling made her stop, her hand reaching up as she felt the sides of her head. Running her fingers up through her hair she found her ears. Well, not her ears. Long, floppy ears that were where her small ears should be. Her fingers traced along the edges of them, finding them both very soft, and very sensitive. The drooped as she let them fall back, their tips nearly reaching her slender shoulders. A feel higher found more of what she feared as her fingers felt up the horns that had sprung out of the sides of her head. They weren’t long, she realized, but they felt like they stretched way up though as her fingers twirled around their delicate points. She glanced at the screen, wondering which of the women there she was most like with her ears and horns. Many of the women seemed not to have horns, but those that did came in all shapes, some curling up like hers, others springing wide in great arcs. She hoped they were at least cute, but there was no mirror in here to look. By this point she realized her nose had gotten broader. She wiggled it a time or two, feeling the shift in how it moved. It wasn’t overly broad, not like some of the woman on the screen now had. The warmth now centered on her hips and stomach, just below her navel. There was a surging feel to this as she stood up, trying to pace as her body began to feel spasms. She stopped mid stride and doubled over. It was like the worst bloating she’d ever felt, except it wasn’t bloat. Her fingers could feel the stretching of the skin under her hands. “No! Not fair!” Diane cried as she felt the swelling expanding into a large four chambered udder. Only some of the women ever grew one, and here she was sporting a bright bulging pink udder, it’s recently developed teats swaying in the cool air over the broadened expanse of her hips and thighs. She stood, looking down at herself as best she could. The broad nose, the larger breasts, the wide hips, and the swaying udder, all punctuated by the periodic flick of an ear or swish of her new tail. This was her life for the next two years. She flopped into the chair, waiting for the movie to end, not caring. * * * She barely noticed when the movie ended and the nurse came back into the room. “Oh, my, aren’t you a cutie.” She said chipperly. “I’m a fucking cow.” Diane said dourly, her tail swishing. “Now, there’s no call for that kind of language.” The nurse said, picking up the discarded clothes. “You’re just helping out our nation in the time of need. You’ll be right as rain in a few years.” “I want to be me, right now.” Diane was feeling sulky. The nurse ignored the tone in the young cow-woman’s voice. “It’s not so bad, you’ll get used to it, and there are some nice perks.” Diane made a rude noise. “Like what? Craving grass?” The nurse chuckled, “Oh, no. But with an attitude like that, I’m just going to let you find out for yourself. Now, stand up, let me get a good look at you.” Diane stood, feeling self-conscious about her nudity, but obediently spun about slowly so the nurse could see her full bovine glory. The nurse clicked her tongue a few times, nodded and jotted a few things down on a small clipboard that she stuck under her arm along with the pile of clothes. “Very nice. Looks like, oh I’d guess about 78% effective on you.” “What’s that mean?” Diane asked curiously. “Oh, it’s just a measure of how bovine you’ve become.” She said brightly as she turned off the disc player. “So, I could have been more cow?” Diane said, a bit shocked. “Oh certainly. Now, let’s get you down to processing, we’ll get your photo ID done and then get you a wellness check-up before sending you on your way. Follow me.” The nurse started to walk through the open door. “Um, don’t I get any clothes?” The cow-woman asked, still standing in the room. The nurse paused as she got to the door, looking back at the reluctant newly transformed woman. “Heavens no, cows don’t wear cloths. Now come along.” Taking a deep breath Diane followed her out, feeling the new sway of her hips as she followed her down a hallway past numerous other people. A few were other cow women, but most were people in lab coats or scrubs like her nurse. She felt the heat rising to her face as others could see her nakedness and her obviously bovine shape. They finally arrived at a small room. A brown draped cloth sat before an older model camera. There was a small pedestal seat but it was to high to sit on, so the nurse just leaned her against it. “Smile!” She said, going behind the camera. Diane did no such thing as the snap of the camera and the flash went off. “I wish you’d smiled. Oh well, you’re still really cute.” She said, as the picture flashed on the back of camera’s screen. She hit a few buttons on the computer, something probably older than Diane was, and a grinding noise started in the background. The nurse paused, removing the ID tag from the printer, looking it over. She even handed it to Diane to see. It was Diane’s first chance to truly see herself. Her nose, the huge nipples, a giant udder, floppy ears, a ropey tail, and those horns. Yep, she was a cow. She was a cute cow, she had to admit that. The ID wasn’t large, not like her driver’s license or her school ID, just a picture of her and a bar code with an ID number. “Um, if I don’t get clothes, where do I carry an ID?” She asked suddenly. “In your ear, dear.” The nurse said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Diane blanched as she saw the nurse picking up an oversized piercing gun. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” The nurse shook her head. She took the small ID, and stuffed it in a large yellow tag. Then she loaded the tag into the slot along with a heavy gauge earring stud. “Now this may hurt a bit.” She grabbed the soft floppy ear on Diane’s right side, holding it steady as she jammed the gun up against the soft flesh. She was wrong, Diane decided. It hurt a lot. She rubbed her sensitive, sore ear after the large tag was stuck through. It dragged heavily on her ear and she bemoaned her fate of becoming a cow yet again. Just two years, she kept thinking to herself, just two years. Already she could feel the tingling, swelling feeling as her breasts and udder began to fulfill their purpose. She was going to need to milking and soon. Her life as a normal college student over at least for now. Her newly generous hips swayed and her tail swished as she followed the nurse into the next room.
Test Subject 1 The syringe was empty. She stared at it for a moment. “I can’t believe I did that.” She muttered to herself, looking at the plunger pressed all the way in to her thigh. Slowly she pulled the injector free, staunching the small bit of blood with a cloth and a fresh bandage. She then pulled out a pen and a small well-worn moleskin notebook and jotted in it quickly. Sample 3665 has been administered to the volunteer test subject 1 at 14:00. She marked the date at the top of the page and stuck it back in her pocket. She winced a bit as she stood up from her stool, letting her skirt slip back over her thigh with a gentle rustle. She was glad it was a Sunday; since it meant she was alone in the lab. She quickly packed up a number of her samples and projects, locking them carefully in a cabinet that only she had the key for. Checking the doorway, she slipped out the lab doors and listened for the heavy electronic click. She smiled as she twirled her coworker’s badge in her fingers. They’d never know she was here. She rubbed her thigh lightly and strode down the hallway to the exit. * * * The morning alarm normally would have woken her, instead it was the incessant buzzing of her phone. She picked it up, she knew this call was coming. “Hello?” “Doctor Braun?” The faint accent gave away the voice of her department chair. “Yes?” “This is Doctor Kuan. I am calling to inform you that your grant has been terminated, and your services are no longer needed at this university. Please return your keys, badge and any materials that you may have. You can bring them in or mail them.” “I understand. I’ll put them in the mail today.” She thought she sounded cool and collected, but inside she was seething. She knew this was coming but it still hurt. The short-sighted fools didn’t know what she was on to. “What about my research?” “Your research was determined to violate ethical standards and will be destroyed.” “You can’t do that.” She held her voice in check, but only barely. “We can, we own the work product. Good day, Doctor Braun. Oh, and I would suggest not using us as a reference in the future.” The phone clicked off. The phone almost flew out of her hand, but she figured it wasn’t worth the cost of replacing when she was unemployed. Thankfully she’d gotten wind of their plans ahead of time. She’d stashed a good portion of her research where they’d never get it, and her prize sample now ran in her own veins. She would have the last laugh. She lay there a while though, thinking. What now? She wasn’t likely to get any job offers with an accusation of ethical misconduct. She might be able to teach at a junior college, but that seemed demeaning. To think she’d graduated with a Ph.D. only to find herself lying unemployed in a studio apartment just five years later. * * * Never one to let herself wallow in her own misery she sat up after a little while. She’d succeeded, she just needed to prove it. Padding into the bathroom she got a good look at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. She’d always been one to sleep in the buff, enjoying the freedom from clothing. Her slender frame, petite size, and cute face always had people guessing she was a decade younger than she was. Sometimes more. She still got carded regularly at thirty. She posed a minute looking for any signs of changes. Nothing. She shook her brown hair and pulled it back into a quick band before stepping into the shower. Scrubbing herself down she wondered how long the serum would take to work, only to feel a gurgle in her stomach. It came with a shooting pain. She almost slipped and fell as she knocked bottles into the tub grabbing ahold of the edge trying to not fall over. She panted. It wasn’t supposed to be this fast. She crumbled to the floor of the tub basin. Her stomach pulsing under her clutching fingers. She could feel the water cascading off her back as she shuddered and shivered. She tired to roll over, smacking her hip against the hard ceramic. She barely noticed, the pain in her guts rendering her other senses muted. Struggling she flopped onto her back, pushing her self up against the back of the cool tub to get her face out from under the spray. Able to breath again her hands returned to her belly. It was distended now. Not grotesquely, but definitely pressing outward. She held her hands around the bulge. It’s firmness, roundness. She knew she had succeeded. She tried to focus on the science, but her mind was slipping under the onslaught of hormones coursing through her. She could barely think. The water was turning cold. She wrapped her toes around the handle and forced the water off. Grunting she felt the first pressure build across her stomach, pressing against her cervix. The muscles of her abdomen contracting hard and pressing against the tight muscle. Moments became an eternity between each pressing contraction. Her mind wondered in these moments, only to be brought back to another pulsing contraction. Somehow, she got her hips raised slightly, letting her calves rest on the edges of the tub. She let her fingers feel the swelling between her legs. Her lips were thick, feeling distorted. She could feel the mass pressing out. Stretching her. Her hips shifted again as the next contraction came. This was the big one, she could feel it. Her lips were forced wide, she screamed as the mass pressed out of her, sliding down the ceramic basin coated in goo with faint traces of blood. Panting she felt her body struggle to close, even as she hazily stared at the large cream-colored egg at the base of the tub. It took time, she felt weak and woozy. She wasn’t sure what to expect. Her normally facile mind was mostly blank in the aftermath of the laying. She’d done it. She knew she had. But now, she wasn’t certain. She stood up, her legs shaky, still dripping from between her legs. It had been a rough experience. Would she lay more? Would it be this hard every time? Maybe, with time it would be easier. If there was another time. She didn’t know. She knew that she was definitely changed though. She turned the water back on, gently, not too hot, and eased spray over herself, rinsing off the aftermath, and cleaning off the egg and herself. Her lips were definitely still swollen. Distended oddly. She hoped they’d heal. Lifting the egg from the basin, it was heavy and almost as big as a small melon. Its exterior was tough, but not hard like a chicken egg. It was more, leathery. She smiled, and carried her new prize to the other room. * * * Seven more days had passed for her. Her mind was awash in thoughts of her clutch. Three large eggs now sat amidst her bed, laid every third day. She’d been barely functional each of the days that she laid. It took hours to lay each, leaving her weak and worn. Her body was starting to show signs of breaking down from the constant stressors. Her lips now hung open like giant flaps, unable to keep up with the constant stretching. Her belly had developed a noticeable paunch. She documented all this in her notes. Wondering how long she had. If her plans were correct, she was going to give the world something it had lost. She wanted to experiment, but she had no lab, instead she was forced into her role as both experiment and observer. She kept the eggs warm, turning them slowly, making sure that they were safe. She ceased wondering about her old lab after the third egg. Her body demanding her attention. The laying had moved from being painful and traumatizing to almost orgasmic. The last time she’d even taken her vibrator into the tub with her to ease the cramping. The egg had come more easily. By the fifth egg she was a shadow of herself. The food in the apartment was running low. She was looking thin, waifish. She’d not dared go out yet. She called for takeout a time or two, but she had to conserve what little money she had. It might last a few more months. That should be enough. If just one egg hatched, she would be the most famous scientist in the world. Weeks more passed, and her laying kept apace. She’d lit a candle and held up the eggs to the light. Some, particularly her first, seemed to have shapes in them. The newer ones had none. She’d ordered food where she could but now as painfully gaunt, save for her sagging belly which swelled every couple of days with a new egg. She focused on three eggs, her original three as the ones she cared the most for. They showed signs of life. Little things moving under her touch. She smiled, she wrote in the journal, she slept, and she laid her eggs. Time was running out, and so was the money. She was so close. Eight months after her dismissal she wrote the last of her checks. She hadn’t looked for work, so unemployment hadn’t helped her. It didn’t matter now. She could feel the life in the three eggs that she’d cultivated. In her desperation for food she’d begun to cannibalize the other eggs. She was despondent about that, but she needed to eat, and she could barely afford food now. Even sneaking out to a food pantry was difficult. Her body just couldn’t handle much more. She couldn’t stop the laying, and it was slowly consuming her. She was weak. Her mind knew she was going to die for this, but she also knew she was closing in on the achievement. She could feel the life stirring in the eggs, their leathery shells moving slightly as her offspring sought to come forth. She just hoped she lived long enough. * * * The ritual laying didn’t come. It was the first time in nearly nine months she hadn’t laid an egg on the third day. She was terribly thin now. Her body just didn’t have the energy or mass left to produce any more. But it didn’t matter. There was a slight crease in the oldest egg this morning. She lay down beside them watching their leathery shells squirm. Her finger tapped on the egg, only to have something tap back. She smiled and closed her eyes. The shell was split then by a small sharp horn. A blue scaled nose broke though. Beside it the other eggs too broke open, triggered by their eldest sibling. Green and yellow noses sliced their shells open even as the scaly head and neck of the eldest slipped out, struggling as the vestigial wings were caught on the shell. His tiny claws tore at the offending casing, even as he belched his first smoke, his inner fires already heating up. Finally, standing no bigger than a small cat, he padded over to the prone form. It nudged her with its sharp egg tooth. Nothing. It knew nothing save instinct. Its small teeth tore into the thing muscles of the shoulder as it gulped down its first meal. Soon it was joined by its siblings, tearing into the wasted muscles for sustenance. * * *** The door opened. “Ma’am? This is the police, the landlord wanted us to do a welfare check.” The room smelled terrible. The officer quickly dug in a pocket for some vapor rub and smeared some over his lip before stepping inside. The room was trashed, like wild animals had torn it apart. Cold wind blew in from the shattered plate glass window. Remnants of creamy leather scattered across the room. The center of the bed was defiled, but amidst the ruined bedding were bones. Back-up was called, and a coroner. They began to search for clues. All they found was the small notebook, seemingly untouched in a drawer. Systematically dated, full of chemical references and comments about her experiment, it was the last line, dated nearly a month before that stood out. It alone felt like the woman, not the researcher, writing. I have succeeded. The formula worked too well. And so, I give my life, that the world may have dragons. Staring out the broken window, the police officers wondered what truth was now roaming the world.
Horned Succubus The black candles winked out. The faint smell of burning wax tickling her senses as she waited for the pact to be complete. For long moments nothing happened. No breath of air moved, not a whisper of sound. All about her was darkness, the darkness that she had sold her soul to. It started slowly. Her head ached, her fingers reaching to massage the pain away, but to no avail. Her conscious mind barely registering the subtle shifts under her probing fingers. Soon the skin gave way to the pressure from the growing nubs that sought to push forth even as she gasped in shock at the realization. Within moments they emerged, rapidly sweeping back as hard keratinous layers sent them spiraling outward. The weight was unsettling, her fingers ran gingerly along the ridges that swirled outwards and down over her ears, their curls reaching nearly to her shoulders. She touched the tips, hard, cold, and sharp. Her neck muscles flexed under the added weight, but held. She fretted, wondering if a mirror would confirm her suspicions, but the gentle heat rising in her body did just as much. These were just the first signs of her impending acceptance into the world of the succubi. Her magnificent horns glinted dully, forever marking her as having made a pact with the dark powers. She could feel the warmth fully now, spreading within her like a raging fire. Her body starting to shift and mold with the magic she bonded herself to. Her ears shot out, long and pointed, jutting between the spirals of her horns. Her already beautiful face took on an unearthly cast as it slipped into a dark ruddy hue that one could only describe as unnatural, offset by lips of black that curled back to reveal fangs in a sensual, but hungry, smile. Dark shadows darkened around her eyes, even as her pupils began to glow with a reddish light. Her shoulders torqued violently as she felt first one then another great batlike wing erupt from her body. A shifting at the base of her spine heralded the arrival of her tail, suitably long and sensual, capped in classic spade- like fashion. Her eyes gleamed, giving her moments to see the stretching of her fingers, longer, daintier, yet capped with dark vicious talons. Between her hips she could feel the fire settle into her mound, plumping it and making it eternally ready. Her hands felt her hips, thick but firm, flowing down into the hocks of a goat as her toes transformed into the cloven hooves that finalized her binding. Standing now free in her new form she scuffed the circle that had held the magics at bay until that fateful moment. The chalk parted, freeing her to seek out what she needed, the warmth in her body demanding to be fed. She licked her lips, tail thrashing, and stepped out into the world.
Sekhmet Reborn: Manticore Ashley lay in her bed and moaned softly in her sleep. Her dreams were strange, erotic, arousing. Fill with soft fur, smooth, leathery wings, and thick, meaty, bestial cocks. She had climaxed three times in her sleep already. She was hot, sweaty, and she had begun to thrash beneath the covers. Her movements awoke Suzuki, who lay next to her on the bed. The foreign exchange student yawned and placed a hand on her bedmate's shoulder, shaking Ashley awake. The sleeping girl twitched and shivered, both startled out of her slumber and undergoing a fourth climax. "Wha? Huh?" she asked sleepily. "Were having bad dream, Ashley." Suzuki said in her quiet, accented voice. "Y-yeah, I was." The head cheerleader replied, biting her tongue to keep from moaning as a small, secondary climax washed over her. "Want to be talking about it?" "Not really." Ashley said, "I'll be fine, you go back to sleep. I'm going to take a shower." "You okay? Are looking sick." "Well, I'm a little hot and achy, but I think I'll be fine. I'm not nauseous or anything." Ashley said, getting up. She took her blanket with her to cover up her saturated nightgown and panties. She crept through the bedroom, taking care not to step on or trip over any of the other cheerleaders she had invited to her sleepover. Ashley slipped into the bathroom and flipped on the light, not bothering to lock the door. The bathroom was set up for at least two people to use, after all. She walked over to the part furthest from her room, the half that was meant to serve as the bathroom for the pool area, and shut the double doors. Only then did she cast aside the blanket and strip from her sodden nightgown and undergarments. "Geez, those where SOME dreams." She said to herself. Her thighs were sticky and moist with her fluids. The scent of her pleasure and continued arousal were thick on the air. Ashley still felt horny as hell. She walked over to the sink and admired her reflection. Her own naked form drew a pang of arousal and a twinge of pleasure from her loins. Mmm... perfect muscle tone, exquisitely shaped and sized breasts, the generous curving of her hips and rump, and her perfect complexion; the ultimate standard of female beauty. Ashley's legs did look a little hairy, though. No matter, she was due for a waxing the following afternoon anyway. She placed a shapely leg on the counter, her natural grace and flexibility making it easy. Ashley admired her own sex, the sight of it made her mouth water. She wasn't so flexible as to be able to lick herself, but her own fingers would do. She ran her hands down her body, cupping her wonderful breasts. One hand remained there, while the other slid down, caressing the tiny button of her clit, two fingers entering her. Her eyelids lowered a bit, her lips forming a pouty o-shape, a soft, delicate gasp escaped her lips; all things that had just about made each and every single one of Ashley's boytoys explode. She has practiced them in front of the mirror before, but they'd never had this effect on her own body. It was like watching a porno; the sight of her own reflection seemed to enhance Ashley's self-stimulation, lowering her sexual threshold, making it so much easier to cum. "Oh fuuuuuuck!" Ashley drew out the word into a long, pleasurable moan. Her cunny virtually exploded, a powerful gush of fluids coating her hand, her legs, the counter, the cupboards, and the floor beneath her. She had never, EVER, cum like that before. She climbed fully onto the counter, resting her head against the mirror, panting as she tried to recover her breath. She continued to stroke and finger herself, but at a slower pace. Her sex felt kind of puffy, her inner walls gripping her fingers a little tighter than she was used to. Her clit felt a little bit strange as well; strange, but good. She ran her thumb over it in lazy circles, soft sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. Ashley sighed, opening her eyes and leaning back. She had never felt as randy as she did now. She licked her lips and admired herself in the mirror once more. The side of her tongue butted against a canine tooth, a sensation that confused Ashley. She opened her mouth and to her bafflement she discovered that her canine teeth had become a fraction of an inch longer, and were decidedly more pointed. Her gaze was drawn upward to the twin pools of gold and green that occupied the place where her beautiful blue eyes once were. "What the hell?" she whispered softly, "What's happening to mmmm...." Her attempt at the word 'me' dissolved into a pleasured moan as her sex seemed to throb, drawing ever so slightly tighter around her fingers, her thumb's caresses of her clit growing more powerful with each one. Ashley looked down between her legs to discover her tender little button was no longer very little, or button shaped for that matter. It was about the side and shape of her thumb. She was still asleep, and dreaming. Right? This wasn't much more than an extension of what she'd been dreaming about before, except that it was more substantial and vivid. Ashley smiled and pulled her fingers from her sex, instead concentrating on stroking her growing clit. With her fingers no longer holding her pussy open, it grew tighter still, the sensations seeming to vanish. In compensation her clit seemed to explode in size. It was a good four inches in length and still growing. It felt so good to stroke. She took it between her thumb, fore, and middle fingers, rubbing up and down the length. So this was kind of what it felt like to be a guy. No wonder they were after sex all the time, if having your cock stroked felt like this. Her revelry was broken by the presence of a pair of soft hands around her waist, and a pair of lips kissing the side of her breast. "Many pardons, was having problems with translation. I too have been having the dreams of naughtiness." Suzuki whispered, "Am wanting badly to fuck also." The lead cheerleader smiled, really enjoying the direction her dream was taking; a brand new cock and the sexiest, most exotic cheerleader on the squad to put it in. She turned around on the counter, legs hanging over the side, her six inch prick bright pink, throbbing, and glistening with precum. "Suck me off, and I'll fuck you with it after." Ashley said with a fanged grin. Suzuki nodded; lustful desire filling her green-gold eyes as she dropped to her knees and immediately wrapped her lips around Ashley's member. Her tongue felt strange on Ashley's still growing prick, textured, rough, like a cat's. Ashley crossed her legs on Suzuki's back, the cute Asian's hands gripping her thighs. Suzuki's nails had turned black and had points to them. This prompted Ashley to look at her own hands. Each of her fingers was now tipped with a sharp, black claw. The palms had begun to turn black and smooth. Like leather. Suzuki whimpered softly and began to struggle, but Ashley's legs kept her steady, the girl's cock buried in her mouth and throat. She let the exchange student struggle for a few moments longer before allowing her to pull away, exposing Ashley's member in its full grown glory. Twelve thick, tapering inches of slightly spined cat-cock, all of it colored a beautiful shade of pink. Ashley purred and ran her leather padded hands over it. She explored the furred sheath at the base and cupped her growing balls. Tawny golden brown fur had begun to appear in patches all over her body. The tickling sensation of her fur growing made Ashley giggle. "Ashley, please fuck?" Suzuki moaned from her place on the floor. She was on her hands and knees, rump raised in the air. Her face had become catlike, and her ears were large and triangular. "Anything for my little sex kitten." Ashley purred, dropping down off the counter, landing on padded paws. She growled softly, kneeling behind Suzuki. She took her member in one hand, rubbing it over the exchange student's black netherlips, drawing a moan of lustful desire from the girl. Ashley thrust deep into her; the presence of her cock seemed to trigger further transformation in Suzuki. Beautiful black and orange striped fur quickly covered Suzuki's body. Suzuki's moans of pleasure became bestial growls and Ashley found herself descending into a beast-like state as well. She gripped the scuff of Suzuki's neck with the fangs of her new feline muzzle. She clumsily rubbed at the tigress' beasts with thick-fingered, paw-like hands. Pressure began to build at the base of Ashley's spine and at her shoulder blades, matches the burning heat of her throbbing cock. With a muffled roar she climaxed, filling the moaning Suzuki with the hot, bestial seed she craved. The eruption between Ashley's legs was joined by the emergence of her wings and tail. Huge, membranous, bat-like wings grew from her back, the flight membrane a deep black in color. She withdrew her cock from Suzuki, the spines causing the tigress to moan and whimper in pained pleasure at the member's removal. Ashley turned to the mirror, admiring her reflection. She was larger now, taller; perhaps six and a half feet in height. Her build had changed as well; her curves had lessened and her musculature looked almost mannish. She had retained her breasts, however, and her hips and rump still had a bit of a curve to them. She was covered from head to toe in tawny fur, with black markings on her ears and muzzle. She was a winged puma of sorts. Her handpaw slipped between her legs. No, his legs. Ashley was definitely more male than female. He turned and looked over his shoulder, admiring his wings and tail. The tail was different than he had expected. It had the same fur as the rest of his body, but it was segmented and sported a stinger on the end of it. Manticore. The term popped into his mind out of nowhere. A soft gasp from Suzuki drew Ashley's attention back to his female. He watched with delight as her own wings and tail appeared. "Oh yes, yes..." Suzuki whispered, "So beautiful, so powerful." She turned, hugging Ashley's leg, her rough tongue trailing up the tawny fur as she stood, pressing her muzzle against her male's, partaking in a delightful feline kiss. "Hey guys, what's all the noise in here? I'm tryin' to... what the hell?" Tanisha stared at the embracing felines with a look of confusion on her face. Ashley's tail darted out, the stinger piercing her body, pumping her full of Manticore venom. The wound immediately sealed, and the victim began to moan. "Oh fuck, I'm so horny..." Ashley smiled, "I can help you with that." He purred. -o- Before morning the entire cheerleading squad had been transformed. Manticore lions, tigers, cheetahs, jaguars, leopards, panthers, and one snow leopard; all of them save for one female. They all lay snuggled together in the master bedroom. Ashley's mother was also transformed into one of the cock-hungry pride, eager to service and pleasure her male, and was more than eager to share the largest bed with her sisters. Ashley extracted himself from his pride's affections, heading down into the kitchen to eat breakfast. As he stepped out into the hallway he found himself face to chest with a massive, tawny furred lioness. The Manticore dropped to one knee, "Welcome to your new home, Goddess." He purred. Sekhmet smiled and patted his head, "I'm not quite ready to move in yet, Ashley. I think a little redecorating might be in order." She said with a laugh. The mansion's interior glowed with magic, quickly transforming according to Sekhmet's will. Inanimate objects where so much easier to alter. They had no will to struggle against her; though it wasn't nearly as fun as discovering one who welcomed and cherished her gift. The goddess stepped into the bedroom, admiring the furred forms of her guards. She smiled at Suzuki, who stood and gave a bow, eyes lowered in submission. "Thank you, Mistress." She said in her soft, shy, accented voice. "You're welcome, my pet." Sekhmet purred, scratching the ears of the Manticore who until a few hours prior had been a shy, closeted bisexual with fantasies that she could never fulfill. "Thank you." Suzuki repeated, leaning into the caress of her goddess.
Industrial Accident “Sal, what the fuck are you doing?” The foreman screamed. He didn’t get a response. She couldn’t hear him or she didn’t care, but the sudden crash made the foreman shudder. He barely had time to scream as the wave of toxic chemical sludge surged outward in a wave that struck him chest high. He didn’t remember anything more. The other workers barely had time to look up as the wave caught them too. * * * Jake was late, again. Molly sat down in front of the television with a plate of pasta, flipping on the old television set. There were only two stations still broadcasting, and she flipped between them. One was playing a rerun of some old sitcom she didn’t recognize. New shows didn’t seem to happen anymore. The other was the evening news. She opted for the news. “…ant, we’ve had another industrial accident. Workers are being rushed to the local hospital, but dozens are feared lost inside. We’ve got reports that an industrial saboteur was responsible, and police are searching for them now.” The images flashed of a large gray building with dozens of people milling about outside. The few ambulances and fire crews were wearing heavy hazmat suits. The panning shot got a clear view of the name of the company’s logo Cryotechnic Chemicals, Ltd. Molly’s hand went to her mouth as she gasped. That was where Jake worked. There was nothing she could do. The factory was miles from her and Jake had the only working car. The cell phones had died years ago now, and she couldn’t afford to keep the spotty internet service. Instead she paced around the small house, stressing about Jake. About nine at night the power flickered and the lights cut out. Another rolling brown-out. She was left in the dark, without knowing what happened to Jake. With nothing else to do she put her head in her hands and cried. * * * Jake groaned. His head pounded. A bright white light was all around him. He groaned again, his head falling to one side of the pillow. It was about this point he realized he was wearing a mask that was steadily pumping oxygen into him. He heard steps and looked up to see a skinny dark-skinned man in a white coat looking down at him. He was bald, but had giant blue green frills where his ears should be, and his eyes bugged out just a bit. “Hello Mr. Hanson, I am doctor Lewis. How are you feeling?” “Doc? Aw, shit, I hurt doc, what happened?” “There was an industrial accident at your factory.” The doctor proceeded to take his pulse, and shine a light in his eyes. “Fuck.“ The doctor seemed to dislike the casual cursing. “Oh, sorry doc, I’ll watch my language.” “It’s okay. You’re stressed.” “Doc, I can’t pay for all this. I don’t have insurance.” “Your company is covering the bill.” Jake gave a wan grin, “Well isn’t that nice of them, I guess that means I can’t sue them if I turn into a dog turd.” “Probably not. But you were one of the lucky ones.” “Lucky ones?” “Yes sir, seventeen of your coworkers were hit directly by the batch and died at the scene. You were found up on one of the catwalks unconscious from the fumes. It’s been two days.” “Has anyone told my wife?” “I don’t know. I can have one of the nurses check.” “Thanks doc. I appreciate it. So, what about me?” The doctor finished checking him over. “I think we can discharge you soon. You’re recovering nicely and I think by this afternoon we’ll let you get home.” He wrote a few quick notes on a clipboard and headed out. Jake just lay back and wondered what the hell had happened. He didn’t remember anything. * * * That afternoon Jake found himself walking out of the hospital. He was miles from his car, and miles from home, and no one even knew if Molly had been told about him. He felt okay, he guessed, though everything still felt really sore. At least he could breathe on his own now. Twenty years ago, maybe they’d have kept him longer, or even cared that no one had come to get him, but this is how things were now. Looked around the bleak landscape of the dilapidated city sprawled out before him. Trees once lush and green were now twisted and choked with creeping olivine mosses. Sadly, there were few busses and he didn’t have much money so a taxi was out of the question, even if he could find one. Flipping up the collar on his jacket he started to walk. While he wasn’t talk, he moved at a good pace. He knew roughly where he was, and it’d only take him an hour or so to get to his old job from here. The gloomy sky overhead threatened rain, but it always did. He at least had gotten a bit of food at the hospital, though the gelatin had been mango flavored. He never had liked mangos. Kicking a few stones as he walked, he watched them bounce into the toxic puddles that littered the landscape. Stupid sludge. He was amazed how long he’d survived without mutation, particularly working in one of the factories responsible for this gunk. Jake wasn’t normally a deep thinker, but today his mind wandered as he wondered how he still looked normal when so many of his coworkers sported scales and fur, multiple limbs, or in one case even two heads. Maybe he already had mutated, and it was just so mild he didn’t recognize it. He wondered which of his coworkers had survived. Seventeen was a lot to lose from the shift. Thunder rumbled. “Shit.” He was still a good twenty minutes from his car. Even with his musings he still didn’t have any desire to get caught in a downpour of the chemical rains that were common over the city. He picked up his pace, breaking into a jog. The thunder rumbled ominously even as he crossed the industrial park. There grass here was withered and brown, and no trees remained. Thick piles of viscous sludge dominated the landscape. He didn’t need to get much farther. The rain started, a few drops hitting his old jean jacket. They left dark stains immediately. This was going to be a bad storm; he just knew it. A few hundred yards to go, he broke into a run. The rain was starting in earnest now, the jacket was sporting singe marks in several places and he could feel the heavy drops pelting his head. By the time he reached his car the rain had become a torrent. He was soaked with it. He started the engine. It squealed in protest but cranked. Heading home, cursing his luck he hoped he was right about already being mutated. * * * Molly stared out the window again. The rain came down hard on their small flower garden. Flowers that were once pink and lush now hung in crumpled masses. Jake had been gone a couple days now, and she hadn’t heard from anyone. She couldn’t get ahold of the company, and no one had come to see her. She fretted. The rumble of every engine passing in the street made her heart race. She almost jumped when she saw the beat-up old white Honda pull in. The rain battered it, but the door opened anyway, and she saw her husband bolting toward the door. The door opened. Forgetting herself she slammed into his damp form, wrapping tightly around him. “Molly! No, I’m soaked! What are you doing?” Jake exclaimed in sudden alarm. “I don’t care! I missed you!” She sobbed into his chest. “But I might be immune!” “What?” She screamed. She backed away, already stripping her clothes off hoping to minimize her contact with the mutagenic rainwater. It was too late. It started as small ripples across her skin as the potent changes rocked her cells. She could feel it moving under her skin, across her arms and legs, and up her back. She stifled a scream as she felt her skin burst and thick armored plates of dark brown fanned out across much of her body. She reached up and felt her head and came back with a handful of her ginger hair as more of the plates erupted across her head and neck. She sobbed as she saw more and more of her long tresses fall to the floor. Bending over she felt the pressure in her pelvis as her spine began to elongate, a long heavy tail sweeping out behind her, but it too was quickly covered in her new armored scales. Her fingers were becoming stiff, slowly hardening into dark curved claws. On her feet she saw her toes doing the same, though she seemed to be losing her pinkies entirely. Within moments she felt the pain start to subside and she straightened herself, her new plates clacking lightly as they shifted against each other. The old mirror in the hall gave her a clear view of her now naked body. Walking up to it, she clicked her new claws on the edges of the glass as if to feel that they were real. Her face, chest, and stomach remained free of the scales, as did the inside of her thighs and under her arms. She was still her, but the dark brown ridges made for a startling impression across the rest of her body. The heavy tail swung behind her slowly. Jake would have paid more attention to her after the first moments of her changes but he was busy stripping off his own clothes. He could feel his tailbone extending and his back was on fire with an itching sensation. By the time he was able to disrobe she was already in the hall, staring into the mirror. He started to scratch only to realize that something was pressing out of his skin. They felt at first like small spines, but as the itching grew so did the spines, and soon he could feel the soft tendrils of feathery down along the edges. A bird? He thought, but it was just the tail, and it kept growing. Within minutes he could feel the weight pulling on him as the feathers grew to enormous length before blooming into bright blues, greens, and golds. Slowly it dawned on him where he’d seen these patterns before, long ago as a kid he’d seen it at a zoo. He shifted causing the long mass of feathers to rustle. His wife was still peering at herself in the mirror. Her armored back to him. He cleared his throat. She turned and looked at him. Her breasts perky and her still ginger bush on display. Even changed he felt himself harden at the sight of her naked body, rising to the occasion. It wasn’t the only thing that rose as he felt his feathers press up with muscles that he didn’t even know he had. They rustled loudly as they hit the walls of the entryway. Shaking slightly. Despite her awkward look she still moved gracefully, still long legged. She used a claw to beckon him forward. He shifted letting his fanning tail fold just a little as he slid up to her. “I guess I wasn’t immune, after all” he chuckled nervously. “No, but it’s pretty.” She tapped one of the feathers lightly, then very gently reached down and curved those huge claws around his cock, “And I see you still find me attractive.” “Always.” He breathed heavily feeling her warm palm against her cold claws. She grasped his hand and led him away. Minutes later she found herself spread wide on her back, with her husband thrusting in and out of her moist slit. She clung to him gently trying not to dig holes in his softer skin. She wasn’t entirely successful as numerous scratches could attest. But she could feel him pressing inside her and it was still the same wonderful cock she’d always enjoyed. She found that she could tell when he finished now though, because his tail raised and shook vigorously. She giggled at it, and tapped the small crest of blue feathers that sprung from his head. “I could get to like this.” She mumbled as her rolled off her, and she gently ran her claws over his chest, and lay her head across him. Reaching down she cupped his balls lightly. He just lay there breathing heavily, absently wondering how he was going to keep that four-foot-long train of feathers clean in the factory tomorrow. After a few moments he shook the thought from his head. He could feel himself rising again under her gentle caresses. She smiled as she slid her into a doggy style and she could feel her tail raise in anticipation of him, exposing her needy cunt to his waiting cock. She didn’t have to wait long.
Curse of the Stone “Marissa, would you quit fooling around with that?” David’s voice bellowed down the dark hallways. “Oh, give it a rest, David, I’ve almost got this.” Marissa blew away another layer of dust as she worked at the stone. “We’re here to find treasure, not some stupid stone.” “It’s not some stupid stone, it’s a tablet, there’s something written on it.” “So? Unless it’s gold or jewels I don’t see what that matters to me.” “Uh-huh, you always were an idiot, David.” She freed up another corner, it was almost out from under the rubble, and she was pleased to see it looked mostly unharmed. “Museums pay top dollar for shit like this. Private collectors too. Besides, we’re here without permission, so if you keep hollering you might attract attention. Now shut up and go look for treasure while I get this pulled out.” David went off grumbling, searching the ruins for more items to scavenge. They obviously weren’t the first ones to try this. There were signs of sconces being ripped from the walls, and perhaps long ago there were gems in that stone chair with all the creepy skulls. Marissa ignore him. She knew there wasn’t much in the way of gold left in these halls, not after five hundred years of plundering. But an unbroken artifact would fetch her a lot of money on the black market, and if he didn’t help, well, she just wouldn’t share it. She finally got her pick under the end of the rock that was holding it down and wedge it up enough that she was able to wiggle the tablet free. With a satisfied “ahh” she looked at the cryptic stone. She couldn’t read any of it. Too old. Mayan probably, maybe older. She stowed it carefully in the satchel she brought and looked around for other items to grab. A few larger fragments of pottery, and a small carved disc were the only other items she’d found this trip. It wasn’t much but it was at least something. Maybe the tablet would be enough to pay for the last couple trips. She tried not to think how much of a bust the last few were. Even skimping on costs as much as possible she was several grand in the hole and it was getting deeper. She needed to make some cash soon. Dusting herself off a bit she retrieved her pick and started looking around. David had found nothing that interested him save a strange statue made of some odd black rock, maybe obsidian? She shook her head as it never made sense to her why he was so focused on metals and gems when most of archeological thievery was pottery and stone. It probably helped that he was living off his parents. Ignoring his grumbling she followed him out of the overgrown temple ruins. * * * They made their way back out into the jungle, avoiding several small communities as they went. They didn’t want to cross the locals here; or if possible, even let them know they were around. The authorities had a tendency to shoot first and ask questions later when it came to plundering of antiquities. The camp was thankfully undisturbed, the small jeep and a pair of mosquito net tents were all that were there around a tiny firepit. They set up camp for one more night, planning to leave again in the morning. They started to pack their items in a small crate. It was designed to look like a shipment of local fabrics that were common to the region. Wood slats ran through the middle too, making it disrupt the cheap x-ray machines. Several of these slats were of different densities, and woods, to make it even harder to tell when one was really a secret compartment. Sometimes they just hid the items in the middle and hoped for the best. So far, it’d worked most of the time. The one time they’d been caught they’d bribed the corrupt official. She waited to put the tablet in. She wanted to look at it in the brighter light than her headlamp offered. The late evening sun let her gently trace the odd curved lines. She had no idea what it said, but there was a strange carving of a beast on one side. She ran her hand over it, jerking back her hand as she hit a rough spot in the stone. A single drop of blood hit the stone from the tip of her finger, staining it. She stuck the finger a rag, trying to staunch the flow. By the time she had, she went to clean the drops off the stone, only to find them gone. “That’s weird,” she commented to no one but herself. She set the stone aside for the night and curled up in her hammock under the netting. She could hear David softly snoring already. * * * The next morning dawned with a morning drizzle. They worked to pack the last items away. It was a seven- or eight-hour drive to the port where they’d catch a boat to Cuba, then once in Cuba they’d head for the Bahama’s. It was risky, but so far, it was far safer than dealing with the notoriously suspicious Americans. Marissa wasn’t feeling well though. She struggled that morning to get her pants up over her hips. She felt bloated and her skin was dry and itchy. Stowing the last of the stuff she grabbed some Pepto that they kept in the jeep and drank it down. David just looked at her and started the engine as she rolled over and went to sleep in the passenger side. She awoke a few times, her stomach still upset, and she downed more of the pink gunk. David had to stop for petrol a few times, but they made a steady pace despite the bad roads through the middle of the jungle. She scratched at her legs too. Had she gotten into some plant? She’d never had a reaction like this before. By dusk they were at the boat dock, the cargo hidden in a secret compartment in the boat. Marissa happily retreated to her cabin while they waited for the supplies to show up for the trip. It might take a few days. These remote Mexican ports were iffy at best about getting things to foreigners. She threw the now empty bottle of Pepto into the trash. She’d barely eaten all day. All she wanted to do was sleep. She slipped into her bunkroom, one of the two on the small boat, locked the door and shed her clothes. Her skin was flaky all over now, and she felt just wretched. She all but threw herself into her bunk for the night. * * * She slept restlessly. Her dreams filled with violence and blood. Twisting and turning restlessly, she awoke with a start, nearly smacking her head on the low bunk. Groggy she climbed out of bed. She couldn’t hear David, but she threw on a light robe anyway. It was dark. She rubbed her hips, they felt weird to her now, bigger and like a subtle ridge was forming around them. She rubbed it, feeling dead skin sluff off. She stepped into the galley, noting the clock read 3:32 AM. No wonder it was quiet. She shrugged, figuring David was asleep. Nice thing with him was that he wasn’t a heavy snorer. Stepping into the small washroom she quickly discarded the robe. It wasn’t much, but it was a shower at least. She let the water run over her for a moment, just enough to suds up. She scrubbed hard at her arms and legs, letting the soap attack whatever was causing such horrid peeling. In the dim light it was hard to see, but suddenly she realized her skin was more than just flaking, it was peeling off. She watched as thick layers slowly sluffed away, revealing a deep emerald color on her arms and legs where she had scrubbed. To her credit she didn’t scream. Instead she just poked at it. It was soft, supple, even silky where the green peeked through. Woven with patterns that overlaid like little jewels. She had to be dreaming, but she kept scrubbing until much of her skin had peeled from her arms and legs. She picked off the remnants of it from her fingers and toes. The soft scales though were delicate, she could feel them like she felt her skin. This all had to be a dream, she thought. There was no way that she was sporting bright green scales like this. Her hips now adorned by thick ridges running up and down her side. If anything, her hips were nearly twice as wide as before. She wanted to pinch herself, to wake up, but something compelled her to go on. Plucking at her fingers she pulled away the last tattered remnants of her dusky brown skin, revealing slender green digits that were slowly growing thick, dark claws. Wiggling her toes, she realized the last of her human feet were being shredded away by the appearance of claws, including one that broke out of her heel. Slowly she began to tear at her belly, the softness gave way to a golden hued set of scales, stretching from her crotch to her breasts. She was surprised that she kept those. It seemed oddly out of place, yet they even expanded, becoming bigger and fuller, only to bust free from the skin coated in the same soft scales that covered her body. Only her nipples and her cunt seemed free from scale, and those were now dark skinned, almost black. She stepped out of the shower. Realizing now that it was not a dream, but the compulsion was overwhelming her urge to panic. She had to see this through. It was… important. She was still in some control though, but not complete. Each moment something more of her mind changed. Her but not her. The skin began to itch across her arms. The undersides of them prickling as small hard needles seemed to spring forth. At first, they were small, but they grew rapidly. First green, then blue, then purple, orange, and red as rich plumage covered each arm into a great wing of fantastic feathers. She rubbed her head only to find that her hair too had given way, as a crest of green and read feathers replaced her thick lustrous black locks. Her hips shifted, snapping slightly as her legs wanted to carry her increased haunches differently. She felt her ass sticking out behind her, presenting herself to the world. But in moments she felt her spin push out too, as a thick tail grew. Lashing, tipped in more feathers, it swirled around her in a riot of greens, blues, purples, and reds. Her face was last, her chin and nose began to creep forward, thick ridges running along each side of her face, and up her nose to form a powerful slender snout. Her teeth became jagged and sharp, her eyes black and coals. She stretched feeling her neck pull out, her mane of feathers cresting from behind two slender horns. She snorted. She looked at herself. Wondering why she wasn’t upset. Why she wasn’t scared. She was a monster… no, wait, she was a goddess. Slowly she set one heavy foot in front of the other as she edged out of the tight hold, barely able to squeeze her thick hips through the doorway. Reaching the hidden compartment, she tore it open. There waiting was the stone. She knew it now. The heavens made it to bring forth their champion. Their protector. She had awoken it, and so she had been blessed by its powerful magic. She snorted lightly. Grasping it she knew what she had to do. She had to take it back. It belonged to the Gods. And she? She would guard it. The sun was rising now, she set the stone down and grasped it with one heavy talon as she raised her feathered arms to the morning sun. She let loose a deafening roar that shook the boat and launched herself skyward. David woke to the rocking of the boat, only glimpsing something far off in the morning as it flew gracefully away. * * * David never found out what happened to the table or Marissa, he gave up treasure hunting all together after that. As for the locals? Many saw the great plumed dragon of legend. Elders in villages told fireside tales to children of the great guardian long thought forgotten. They told that to see it was to see the majesty of the old gods reborn. A few sought the creature, but none found where it laired. And soon it too faded back into myth. For her part, Marissa sighed contentedly deep in her jungle lair. The morning mists of the nearby waterfall cooling her feathers. She kept the tablet safe, and slowly reclaimed many other items that belonged to the gods in her years, and the forest where she dwelt was considered accursed and no logger or poacher would go near. The few that did seldom returned, for Marissa was a hungry dragoness.
Kinky Witch Getting married hadn’t gone quite as planned. Granted, I really wasn’t sure what to do when I found out my new wife was a witch. As it turned out though, she was a pretty kinky one and most of her efforts found their way into our bedroom at some point or another. Most of the time I found this pretty amenable, though there were times her kinks were definitely more than I bargained for. And that’s what I found out when I got home from work one Friday night. It wasn’t unusual to pull up to our small home with the sun already setting. The weather was thankfully mild, and I took my sweet time unloading my things. Briefcase, sports coat, and a pile of bills from our mailbox balanced in my arms as I stepped over the threshold. I could feel my ears prick slightly, and the hairs on my arms stood on end as I entered our living room. We’d been married a while now, and I was getting used to coming home to this sensation when she was in the mood. Though I had learned, whatever was going to happen had to wait until I was deemed ‘ready’ for whatever kinky desire she had in mind for me. Setting down my briefcase in the corner and the rest of the stuff on the end table, I grabbed a beer from the fridge. Walking back to the couch tripped slightly. Looking down I realized the hem of my pants was now pooling around my ankles. Aww, damn it, I was gonna’ be small tonight. Sometimes that was fun, but mostly I enjoyed being the bigger stronger partner. I set the beer on the couch, it could wait a second while I pulled off the offending pants and tossed them to the side. I gave myself a quick good stretch and rubbed the small beer gut I’d developed after turning 30. Knowing her magic, it’d be gone soon anyway. I settled into the couch, popped the beer open and turned on the TV to wait out her spell. A few sips in I could definitely feel the changes, not the least of which was the beer hitting me harder than it should. The beer can even felt bigger in my hands. My legs were definitely smoother and softer as they rubbed against each other. I could feel myself getting aroused. and I occasionally rubbed through my boxers to enjoy the sensation. A little edging to bring on some tension. It didn’t take me long to realize that my cock was shrinking though. Ah, well, I could have expected it. Early on I’d found out she was bi, and she really wanted to experience things with women. So, rather than open up our marriage which neither of us really wanted, she had chosen the next best thing. She turned me into a woman periodically for her amusement. I can’t say the experiences were bad, they certainly gave me a better appreciation for her perspective in bed, and the orgasms could be delightful. But I was always happy to return to my nice tall, cock-having body at the end of things. Over the years she’d established a few ‘regulars’ that she liked me to become, and every couple of months I found myself in a hormone ridden sexy body. We’d given me new names in each of them, and on a couple occasions she’d even taken me out on dates. Looking down at my legs, now much shorter, with wide curvy hips, I knew this form now. This was Heidi. Blonde, buxom, and short. Kind of a bubbly cheerleader character. It didn’t take long for the blonde hair to start falling into my eyes. I figured I might as well enjoy the last few minutes with my cock, so I yanked off my boxers and let the magic of my hand bring me a little last male enjoyment. Even as I started to cum, I could feel it slipping between my fingers. I winced a bit as my equipment literally ripped in half and shrank back into me. This was followed by a stomach-churning sensation. The first time it happened it freaked me out, but I now knew it was just my womb growing. I’d never really been okay with this feeling, and it always weirded me out that I grew one. I always worried that I could get pregnant, though she’d assured me she made sure that it was never there long enough. Apparently, the change was quite complete when it came to her magic. Though one time I had made the mistake of making a rude comment to her about PMS and she’d given me a cunt for a week to feel it for myself. I never made the mistake of commenting on her period again. I finished the beer, setting the can on the table, and undid my dress shirt. I let out a very unladylike belch as my gut slowly melted away to a smooth, sexy toned stomach. The excess mass wasn’t wasted though as my chest began to bubble up and form two glorious mounds. There was almost an audible pop as my nipples went from tiny little buds to giant thick eraser tips. I gripped them for a minute, letting my hands get used to their size and heft again. A few flicks on my nipples reminded me how fun they could be. I took a minute to examine my body, nearly fully changed now. I had been Heidi several times. She had those thick plump thighs that could crush things, and a huge mons that hid a delicate but very sensitive clit. It was probably the most orgasmic of my female alter-egos. I guessed my wife was planning something extra special tonight if she brought Heidi out to play. I took a moment though to enjoy this myself and slipped my fingers into my already wet snatch, enjoying the pliable smooth sensation of my lips as I gently circled around my new clit a few times. A quick shiver and I felt better. Pushing the now quite long blonde hair out of my eyes, I reached in the seat cushions and fished out a hair band. Our cat loved hiding them there, and I always knew that if I needed one, I could grab one quickly. It helped, as I quickly pulled the tresses up into a ponytail. I debated getting up and going to find her, but something told me that I wasn’t done yet. The prickling sensation hadn’t faded as usual, so she must have more in mind. I flipped off the TV. It was just dull sitcoms anyway. I could feel my ears popping, but when I tried to yawn my jaw moved, I didn’t feel the yawn. Rather it felt different. Reaching up, I felt my face, and instead of my normal lips I met a puffy vertical slit. I tried to swear but nothing came out but a faint gargle. I played with the folds a moment, feeling about and confirming exactly what I suspected. Yep, there was a large, puffy pussy on my face, complete with engorged clit. Which, when I hit it, sent shockwaves into my brain and I could feel my eyes roll back into my head. Damn, that was a strong wiring. If I’d been standing, I might have fallen over. After a moment, I shook my head. The blast of orgasmic bliss made me feel a bit dumber, like I had just forgotten who won last year’s world series. Taking stock, I was definitely Heidi, with a twist, a blonde bombshell whose body screamed ‘fuck me!’ when she walked. Levering myself up out of the couch, I could see a faint damp spot from where I’d been sitting. I wasn’t sure how much of that was left over me, or was from Heidi’s damp cooch. Something hit my breast. Reaching up I wiped off some sticky goo with my fingers, only to have the sticky mess coat them. It took me a moment to realize that what I was feeling was my own drool, um, grool, on my chest from my face. Oh, this was going to be odd. Took a moment to stretch myself, enjoying some new flexibility. As Heidi I able to touch her toes, in fact she could hug her calves. I’d actually had my wife take a picture of me like this once, showing off the premium derriere, and the lips that peaked out between my thick thighs. I had to admit, it was sexy as fuck. I stopped by the guest bathroom to take a quick look at my face, and definitely confirmed the very lovely ‘innie’ that dominated mine, it was very flushed and I took a moment to wipe away a substantial amount of the mess it was starting to ooze out. I’d no clue how I was breathing, but I seemed to be doing just fine. Magic was weird like that. Sometimes it just took care of things. I headed back towards the master suite. I was pretty sure I’d find my wife back there somewhere waiting. Opening the door to the master suite, I could see the curtains drawn back and the light on in our private patio. This was a nice feature we’d added for some privacy that allowed us a year-round hot tub, but with filtered glass so no one could see in. Which was good because it was pretty often that we opted for this to be where we made love. I slid the door open, and found my wife with a bottle of wine in the tub. I keenly noticed there was only one glass. I was glad I already had the beer. “Hello gorgeous, how’s my sweet little Heidi tonight?” She lifted herself halfway out of the water revealing breasts that defied gravity. Thick, full nipples that were so sensual capped each silver dollar sized areola. “Oh, that’s right, my little Heidi can’t talk tonight. Well, that’s okay, come give your mistress a kiss.” I found myself irresistibly pulled forward to the edge of the tub, where she waited. I could feel her put her lips to mine, her tongue probing my slit. It didn’t take long before I felt like my brain was melting. I barely noticed that she stripped the shirt from my shoulders and dumped it on the floor. I could feel her hands fondling my breasts, pinching my nipples. Slowly she led me into the hot tub, the warm water felt delicious on my soft skin as I stepped in. She was eye level with my crotch now and she took a moment to give it a quick lick and kiss too, followed by a light grope of my ass. I slowly settled into the water, my large breasts floating. I’d found a jet and was letting it stimulate my ass gently. It felt nice. My wife came and continued to send my mind into a numb fog. Her fingers spreading wide the lips on my face as she licked and fingered me into idiocy. I could barely think, barely able to do more than gently hold on to her hips. But even in my haze I felt something. Her hips felt bigger, and different. Like they were rubbery. I broke out of my stupor long enough to pull away from her just a bit. She smiled, and wiggled her hips in my hands. “You want to see, don’t you?” Under the bubbling water I could see her legs undulating. At first it felt like a trick of the light, but then I realized that her legs were splitting, one into two, then two into four. Each one becoming thick long tentacles, that reached around me. I could feel their suckers on my skin. One probed my vagina between my legs, sending more shivers down my legs. I could feel it easing deeply into me, hitting what I knew to be my cervix. Two tentacles more emerged from the water as she slipped them around and squeezed my breasts, allowing the suckers on the undersides to catch hold of my nipples, pulling them in interesting ways. A fourth tentacle she brought all the way up, even as she used her hands to hold my head still, she rammed it home deep into the facial vagina. Two more caressed my ass. My mind spun. The confluence of orgasms as she spent hours letting her tentacles drill my holes. I prayed I didn’t need to breath, but I could barely think beyond the wracking orgasms. She teased my clits with her others and while wrapped around me I could feel her cunt rubbing across my belly, pressing hard into me as she brough herself to orgasm over and over again. I don’t know how long it lasted. I must have passed out from the pleasure. I awoke the next morning in bed. I reached up and felt my face, and felt the morning stubble of my natural self. My wife, her dark hair splayed across the pillow, was looking at me with a contented look. “How was it?” she asked coyly. “Amazing.” I admitted. I still felt mentally drained, like she’d cost me a few memories, but the experience had been exceptional. “I’m glad you thought so. I hope you’re up for a bit more fun though, because I’m now in the mood for a good deep dicking.” She pulled the sheets down to reveal that I now had a rather prominent horse cock, which she promptly began to arouse with her hand while her other hand played between her own legs. Goddess, I love this woman. Looking at her, I said “For you, love, anything.” She just smiled, and rose to straddle me, revealing a few changes of her own. I was very pleased to find my new appendage fit neatly into her new horse pussy. Damn, was it good to be married to a kinky witch.
Noel shivered in the whistling winds as snowflakes felt like pin-pricks against her red cheeks. Her husband Gregory had become a legendary hunter, amassing a small fortune from animal parts. He became so well known that he was starting to make even greater money being commissioned by towns to kill wild beasts that threaten its people. They lived in an overly modest town home till only recently- purchasing a good stretch of land and hiring help to construct a beautiful manse. While the land they owned had all the resources they needed, it was a good distance from the nearest town. It is on this fact she now dwells as she huddle against their sled. On the way home Gregory seen an elk and foolishly decided to take a shot at it. It was already snowing heavily and the shot missed, only clipping its ear and it fled into the woods. Gregory did not wish to argue the beasts good fortune and did not give chase, but the horse pulling the sled was startled badly by the gunshot just behind its head! The horse was already having a hard time dragging them through increasing amounts of snow, so when it jerked forward suddenly the reins snapped and the horse ran off on its own! The heavy snow turned blizzard quick enough, and their horse vanished into the relentless white. Gregory knew they were a good distance from the manse still so he tried to track their horse. In this cold and snow, with night already on them, they would not survive the night in the open. Nothing but white was visible in all directions. Gregory had already been gone worryingly long- if he didn't find the horse right away the tracks would fill with snow and make it impossible. Noel was swathed in grizzly bear fur as she lifted the fur cover off a large cage on the sled to talk her woes out with Jasper, her pet falcon. Even under his own fur, Jasper's feathers were in a state of constant fluff, trying to stay warm. Talking to him soothed them both if only a little, but looking at the trinkets and heirlooms they were transporting to the manse; she was struck with an idea. Among her heirlooms was a supposedly magical amulet. It looked to her like a star ruby, but to everyone else a normal polished ruby. The shining light inside was only visible to people directly related to her by blood. Anyone who could see the trapped star inside the pendant could make a single wish- the star would then burn out for them. She was not entirely sure it really worked- since it only worked once it seemed too precious to use, so she never did. Gregory was lost in the snow with their horse though, and they would all be morbid popsicles come morning if nothing was done, so now seemed as good a time as any to test the amulet. She clasped it in her hands and brought it to her breast, wishing she could guide them all back home, even in this cutting cold. Noel waited a minute, but nothing seemed to happen. She opened her hands to look at the amulet though, and there was no longer a star in it! She held it up to the light of the lantern dangling at the front of the sled and sure enough, no star. Something must have happened. Noel groaned, rubbing her forehead as a dull ache appeared. Brain freeze? The skin on her face was totally numb from cold, but she felt pressure in the bone of her skull, in two specific points. Two bumps appeared under her touch! She twisted around again to the sled to see if she could find a mirror but a wave of dizziness overtook her and the bumps lanced the numb skin and grew out quickly! "Oooh-aaaugh!" She clasped her mitted hands over her mouth in surprise. What started as a moan ended in an outburst that sounded like the lowing of some beast! At the same instant that happened, the growing horns in her head forked, growing both forward and back. She hummed in distress, holding back her voice at risk of making that sound again, and the horn kept growing, and forking over and over. No, horn was not the right word. Horns were a permanent fixture, made of keratin. These were not keratin, they were true bone- these are antlers! Noel grabbed them as if to hold them back, or somehow shove them back in. How was this helping at all? This wasn't what she wished for! She was really starting to feel the weight! They were getting huge! "Please stop! ...ooh, come onnn. Too big! Soooo heav-hoooogh." She quickly shut her mouth again. Noel was forced to put her head down and hold the front part of either antler to keep the weight from snapping her neck- they were absolutely huge! Her breathing became ragged from increased heart rate, and she did not even notice the huge clouds her breath now made as her nostrils flared bigger and bigger. She looked at Jasper who just turned his head to get a better look at her with one eye. A huge pressure exploded in her neck, catching her completely by surprise and sounding out several distressingly loud bone pops from her spine as it extended a considerable length. Her neck got longer, and thicker as it lengthened. Growing down and out almost as fast as the neck grew up, thick long wooly fur sprouted in a huge mane. Both Noel and Jasper looked at each other wide-eyed in shock. Her neck grew so rapidly she did not realise she could lift her antlers easily now, or that one of the tongs hooked the loop at the top of Jasper's cage. Noel was unintentionally holding the cage up with her antlers. "I wished to get out of here, and the amulet turns me into a coat rack. Great." Noel reached up to take the cage off but hesitated as her hands felt cramped and stiff. They were cold to the point of being half numb already, but she could tell something was happening still. She also noted she had to look around her nose now! Her nostrils have expanded so big her entire face is starting to push out to try and keep up, and her nose and thickening lips were starting to darken. The huge fur mane continued to grow down, filling and tugging her top. She tried to reach down to try and take it off but let out another loud bellow as her entire torso started to expand with more cracks and pops from her bones growing and shifting. Both top and bottom were stretched out tremendously. Her shirt may have torn off already if not far her breasts not growing with it, and actually seeming to shrink into the expanded chest. She looked toward the sky, at the bottom of Jasper's cage and closed her eyes, trying to keep her wits about her. She was breathing in huge drafts of air- not even realising it no longer stung her lungs with cold. With her eyes closed in concentration she could feel both arms and legs extending slowly, and her feet and hands compressing and shifting. She opened her eyes startled by the feeling of her nose touching the bottom of the cage dangling over her. Her face was long! And huge! It was getting furry too, but not nearly as huge as her neck and chest. As Noel moved her head back down, she felt her ears pivot toward the clanging of the cage automatically. They were now long and leaf shaped. She glanced behind herself wondering why she felt no draft even though her pants stretched to capacity should be exposing crack. There was a hugely bushy triangle tail back there, is why. "Whought oun erth us....?" She paused her question realising how low pitched and large her voice now was. She could barely form words! Her transformation and abundance of fur made her actually very hot now, but her clothing was too tight to take off anymore. Looking at her hands she realised it was not the cold that had taken the feeling from her fingertips- she no longer had fingers. Thumb and pinky had turned to dew claws while the remaining three fused into one mass and then split again in two forming cloven hooves. She groaned and then unintentionally let out another bellow as her torso exploded in size again. Her clothing groaned itself as the sharp sound of shredding stitches rang out in the cold night. Her clothing did its best to hang on but was blown apart by the now huge furry body! Noel grunted in disappointment at her now non existent breasts, but as her eyes wandered she seen a bouncy cluster of four teats between her legs! She grunted and groaned, almost creating a few growling sounds as she tried to make human words but failed. She still knew how to talk, but she no longer had the tongue dexterity and vocal chords to do it. She tilted her head down so she was eye to eye with Jasper again. Noel knew she was about done. Outwardly she only grew a little more. A few of her bones groaned and popped here and there till she was completely transformed. If the two-way antler hadn't already given her away, the slight reflection of herself she seen in the glass of the oil lamp did. Her nostrils came down making her nose slightly triangular, and her big clumsy lips curved up to meet the bottom of it. The face of a Reindeer. Gregory returned a few minutes later, caked in snow on the side that faced the winds. He seen a beautiful female reindeer sitting on the front of the sled, with a grizzly fur draped over it, and Jasper's cage hanging from its antlers. He leveled his gun at it on first glance but quickly lowered it as he walked up. "...Noel?" She nodded and let out a low- unable to actually speak. Pushing the amulet with her nose, she was able to get him to understand. She would have to use her eyes and gestures with her head to communicate now. Noel motioned for him to take Jasper off her and get on the sled. Gregory could not find their horse, but Noel could at least solve this problem now. She took the broken rope in her mouth and started to drag the sled forward again. As a reindeer she was strong enough to pull the sled herself, and was almost entirely immune to the cold. Reindeer were born to the abyssal cold! In half the time it would have taken the horse to get there, Noel helped them arrive at the made and quickly scurry inside- with a bitter glance at the horse, who apparently ran straight here. It was a good thing the doorways were large and a reindeer's antlers were mostly straight- Noel managed to get inside without trouble. Gregory laughed with glee at their survival, having feared the worst for them. Shivering, trying to shake the cold out he grabbed Noel's furry mane with both hands, sinking his fingers into her warm fluff. They looked at each other in silence for several minutes as they warmed. Noel moved her head forward and kissed him with her huge soft lips, and he kissed back. Gregory's eyes went wide with surprise when she tried to use tongue, and accidentally filled his entire mouth with hers. Good thing her fur kept him from being able to see her blush. Noel used those big lips of hers to undo his shirt and pants with her mouth, tickling him with the hot jets of air from her nose. He was a little nervous when she lowered her head and tried to line her antler tongs up. She hooked them in his clothes and used them to strip him naked, though he still got his underwear off before she could try. He was a little afraid of what would happen if she missed. Gregory wasn't sure his hips alone could take her weight so he moved around behind her. Her tail flicked up in invitation and Gregory softly ran a finger over her pouty pink lips before grabbing fistfuls of her fur and thrusting in. She grunted softly a few times, but once they really got going she started to bellow softly without even meaning to. They just came out on their own. Gregory knew to pound her hard, in her new form she needed it rough. When she was nearing climax her front legs buckled and she brought her head to the floor, clacking antlers against it. Her rear legs remained rigid in pleasure, with her butt thrust up at Gregory. She let out one last great bellow as they climaxed, then a satisfied grunt as she lay fully down. It was a good thing they had just finished the house itself because several of the furnishings would need to be modified for a reindeer now. Noel was still glad she could save them that Christmas eve. The only worry left now was she lacked the words to tell Gregory what his Christmas gift was- the fact Noel was most likely pregnant. Though because she was pregnant before transforming...was the child a human still or a reindeer? One thing for sure; the future was going to be very interesting, when the woman who would become the first Duchess of the Lockley estate...is a reindeer.
Venom: The Hydrakin The human girl before me remains unwavering, seemingly determined not to show the slightest bit of fear in front of me. But I can tell that she's absolutely terrified. I coil tightly around her legs and waist, pressing up against her from behind, allowing her to feel my cock press against her back. She remains impassive, even as I begin to caress her breasts through her top. "I know what you're thinking. You're wondering what it is that I have in store for you. Worse then being impregnated with one of the Queen's eggs, worse then being made a whore for my soldiers, even worse then being reduced to nothing more then a breeding animal. Tell me, what do you think I'm going to do to you?" I purred, licking her ear and removing her gag. "You're going to make me your personal sex toy. Not even a slave, little more then a living object you use to slake your lusts." she says with a disgusted snort, "Do whatever you want, you'll never get me to obey you." I laugh in her face, "Oh, little one, as if I would need a single creature dedicated to fulfilling my sexual needs! I have an entire kingdom that would love to give me pleasure. It wouldn't be fair to them to concentrate my lusts on a specific individual. Oh no, what I have for you is much more dreadful then that. You're going to be changed, and you're going to enjoy it, and you're going to become a wonderful, shining example of Scaleblood society." I say with a devilish grin. The girl snorts. "Never. Deep down inside I'll always be me, no matter how many stupid instincts you stuff into my head." With a chuckle I tear the clothes from her body, the draft of the throne room causing goosebumps to raise on her skin. With a word and a gesture from me, her chains are gone, save for the collar and leash. I uncoil from around her, and plant a kiss on her cheek, one laced with magic. The human falls to her knees with a gasp, a strong scent filling the air. But the aroma that fills the air is nothing compared to the need that fills the human girl before me. "Gods!" she gasps, "What did you do to me, you bitch?!" "A spell that sees a great deal of use amongst our people. It was originally meant to induce heat in a Riding Wyvern, but this variation creates a Wyvern's heat in another creature." I say with a grin, kneeling down and lifting up her chin with a finger. "Mmmm.... and why cast it on me then? Doesn't matter if you make me outright need to fuck, I'll still hate it. You want to make me beg you to fuck me, is that it?" she says through clenched teeth. "Why no. I'm not going to mate you at all." I say with a grin, turning her head slowly to the side, allowing her to catch a glimpse of her friend. The Wyvern-girl's forked tongue snakes out, tasting the air. She can't help herself, the scent of another Wyvern in need of a good fucking. She is, in part, a male, and cannot resist helping to give the needful female what she requires. "Oh no..." the human whispers. "Oh yes," I purr, "The two of you will help to punish each other. Once your transformation is complete, your duty will be in the Wyvern stables, and your primary task will be to the tending, training, breeding, and pleasuring of this fine specimen." The Wyvern does what her instincts tell her, rearing back onto her hind legs, sliding her cock into the awaiting female beneath her. The human grunts loudly as she is entered, while the Wyvern churrs pleasantly. She is in a state where she is driven entirely by instinct, her human mind will return after she has helped me in transforming her friend, and soon to be handler. The sight of the transformed girl, tatters of clothing still clinging to her beautifully scaled body, pounding into her conspirator, both trapped in a state of bestial need, both of them feeling pleasure arouses me greatly. Most of all the faint glimmer in the human's eyes. She enjoys it, she likes the way this feels, but she doesn't want it to happen regardless. She wants to struggle, wants to resist and fight, but she can't bring herself to make the pleasure stop. She closes her eyes and lets out a pleasured moan, just the opportunity I need. Seizing the human by the hair to keep her still, I begin to slowly press my shaft into her mouth. Despite her pleasure, her eyes widen in terror. As large as my cock is, there's no way I'm going to be able to get anything but the first few inches of it into her mouth, at least not without a lot of pain and making her unable to breath. But to her surprise, after only a little resistance she finds that she can accommodate me. I know she wants to bite, but I have her jaws stretched open to a point where she doesn't have the ability to close them. "This is the first of the gifts that Scaleblood grants. The magic that flows through our bodies allows us to take nearly any male, and allow almost any female to take us as males as well. Just the act of attempting penetration passes the trait onto a human. Lucky for you, hmm?" I purr. The human lets out a choked noise of disgust from around my maleness. "Deeper you say?" I giggle, pushing in until her lips meet my sheath. With a final thrust the head of my maleness is now firmly lodged right at the opening to her stomach, pulling back hard will only make her dry heave. I do so to show that she could not escape now, even if I let her. "It feels strange, does it not? Your throat being so filled, and yet your body accepts it with ease, without gagging, without choking. It feels almost natural being there, does it not? Not only natural, but good? Something inside you loves this, having one Scaleblood's cock embedded in your cunt, and the other in your throat, filled by two massive manhoods, just inches apart inside of you." I lean forward and kiss the Wyvern's muzzle, imparting further transformation along with it. She gasps softly, eyes clearing for a moment, looking at me pleadingly, before returning to a blank state of bestial lust and hunger. I guide her head to one of my breasts, and she greedily begins to suck, drawing forth the nourishing milk into her body. Her soon to be growing body. "Mmmm... we can't have an undersized Wyvern with a cock, now can we? She'd be bullied by all the other males and herms. Especially if she was only the size of a yearling. And what good is a breeder who isn't big enough to ride? No one wants to have runty little Wyverns. What do you think? You're going to be her caretaker after all, how large do you think she ought to be?" I ask. The human is silent. "I agree! Let's make sure that she is a creature that will birth mighty offspring and give her handler great pleasure. A truly powerful beast." I say, guiding the Wyvern's head to another breast, as she has nearly drawn all my milk from the first. Beneath us, the human howls around my cock, as the Wyvern's own is rapidly attaining full size, the first part of her to experience rapid change. "What's that?" I ask with a chuckle, "You're disappointed because you're soon going to be small to take all all of her beautiful manhood at once? Well, thankfully I know just what to do! You see, there are many kinds of Scalebloods. The Dragonkin, the Serpentkin, the Lizardkin, the Salamanderkin, Wyvernkin, and all the like. If it has scales, we have mated with it and added its strengths to our own. For you, I think, I shall transform you into one of the rarest and most exotic of us all. A beautiful Hydrakin. Very special creatures, I think you'll enjoy being one. Part of you will anyway." The human whimpers as she can feel the beginnings of change flowing through her body, centered in her midsection, sex, and throat. "You see, Hydrakin are special, the mixture with sensual Scaleblood grants each Hydrakin certain gifts. Gifts relating to pleasure, fertility, conception, birth, and love. You are going to be a very popular playmate. And you're going to love every moment of it." She moans, with pleasure rather then defiance, changes on this scale always feel pleasurable. Her organs are shifting now, altering into the configuration needed to use a Hydrakin's most... interesting ability. Her stomach shifts around my cock, closing off, dividing, changing, splitting into a new sort of organ, not meant for digestion, but something far more pleasurable. I moan as the Wyvern's cock touches my own, as the human's womb has altered as well, fusing with this new addition to create a large storage chamber. I can picture the interior in my mind, lined with small lumps, each a small pouch for the storing and nurturing of Scaleblood seed. The Wyvern ceases in her thrusting as she feels my maleness against hers. The human now has a rudimentary Hydrakin womb, and with it comes the ability to change others slightly. Unlike most changes, this one is not permanent, it will dissipate upon climax. In a moment our cocks are in place and the change occurs, small, strong tentacles appear on her cock, wrapping around the points of my arrowhead-shaped cockhead, curling over and then merging with the flesh on the other side of her cock, binding the two of us together inside the human's body, her cock below mine. She pulls thrusts forward, pushing me back, and I return the favor, a piston-like thrusting motion back and forth. It feels incredible. Her womb begins to narrow, tightening until it feels like one continuous tunnel, the width of her throat and her sex. Then the change that makes Hydrakin so desirable. A Hydrakin is meant to optimize the spread of more powerful Scaleblood. She stores great amounts of seed within her womb, which has been optimized to give the maximum amount of storage space for such a task. Inside she is like an onion, with many layers, each layer divided into smaller sections. Her body magically separates the seed and somehow categorizes it and stores it according to a number of factors. But the best part is that means there's all sort of muscles that move the cum from one place to the other, that keep it from entering certain passages, and that close off certain sections. Fucking a Hydrakin is like having a thousand tiny hands, all stroking your cock at once. They're a perfect fit, no matter what. I can't hold back any longer, nor can the Wyvern. We both howl, thrusting hard into the changing human, erupting with climax. Our cocks now apart, the bond broken with orgasm as we flood the human's womb with our treasure. The girl shivers between us, her own body wracked with a pleasure greater then either myself or the Wyvern will ever feel as a female. The Wyvern pulls out, yawning and laying down on her side, a rather comical sight, as her body has yet to catch up to her cock in size. The massive member stretches from her groin, out past her head. I nod to one of the guards, then to the sleepy Wyvern. "Take her to the stables and let her rest so she can complete her transformation." I slowly pull my cock from the changing human's mouth. I allow my maleness to retract back into my body. I won't be needing to mate any time soon. I smile down at the human, who is panting and spitting, trying to make herself heave up the load of cum I filled her belly with. I chuckle at her antics, there's only one way a Hydrakin can part with stored seed. "So, little sister," I purr, as the human is truly a human no longer, but a Scaleblood like myself, "Are you looking forward to your change?" "Oh yes, Mistress!" she says happily, "I can't wait to.... mmmmph!" The former human's eyes are wide and no longer defiant. They're filled with absolute terror as words escape from her mouth that were not her own. She has her hands clamped over her traitorous mouth, not wanting to let any more words let slip. I laugh at the sight. "Don't worry, little one, that won't be happening again." I say, grinning. "Now, I do believe I shall make this a little more comfortable for you. After all, it is rather difficult having three people trying to talk out of one mouth." The look on her face is one of absolute horror. In that moment she realizes exactly what is going to be happening to her and how I am going to make her do everything I said I would. She is going to be a loving, loyal, perfect little Scaleblood, and she is going to be able to struggle and resist and hate what she's doing all at the same time. You see, it very, very hard to act like a rebellious human when your other two heads are happy and content to be well behaved Scalebloods.
New Found Filaments Penelope as everyone called her, though she preferred Penny, hummed happily to herself as she browsed through the museum's storage building. Originally meant to be a collection of labs in name of the funds donor, it had been abandoned when a larger, state of the art building had been provided some years down the line, and with Verath J. Bloodwright well in the ground. Penny spent most of her time in the Bloodwright Building. The daughter of the museum's long time curator, she had originally been given a job by her father when she was 12, and had made herself indispensable in the thirty years since. Ignored by most of the staff, she seemed to exist only when something needed to be found. Right now she was looking for the hard copy of notes for an archeologist down in South America. Kelly Crane had a CD scan of them, but her e-mail had said sometime about spilling honey on it. Frankly Penny was a bit surprised. Despite the solar battery charger and the satellite phone, she didn't think that with the rainforest canopy and such that there would be a place high and clear enough for sustained data transmission. She'd found the document up in the archive library, and was browsing through it as she walked to the computer lab to set the thing in the rapid document scanner. Though rapid was a relative term. It took a good ten minutes to scan the 100 pages, which gave Penny enough time to take a look at each page once it was done scanning, checking out the images of the runic writing, anyway. Her brow became increasingly furrowed as symbols tickled a memory of something that they had in the university's collection deep down in the subbasement of the Bloodwright Building. She wracked her memory to find where exactly the item was. It was labeled as an ancient fertility idol. Bottom floor, back in one of the storage closets where it was sitting on a shelf. She copied the scanned files to her USB drive and began the long walk to put the document back where she found it, and then back to her office in the Bloodwright Building, converting the images to the a more e-mail friendly format and smaller size, followed by attaching an e-mail and beginning the process of sending the large files over the plodding internet connection. So with nothing else to do for awhile, Penny stepped out of her office, locking the door behind her, and making the climb down several flights of stairs into the seldom visited, and even more seldom cleaned, subbasement. She picked up a broom left in a corner, holding it in front of her to gather the strands of spider web that had been spun since the last time she'd been down here. If it was down the far, odds were that no one would want to look at the thing; though Kelly might want to study it when she got back, or could possibly want pictures of the object to study while she was down in Brazil. First Penny had to find the stone phallus. Penny had quite a collection of webbing on the broom before she got to the closet, and opening the closet and clearing out the inside made quite a ball on the end of the bristles. Kept in darkness, there was a soft, golden glow coming from one of the long forgotten storage bins. Oddly enough, it was the one that Penny remembered the item as being in. She slid the plastic bin off the shelf, looking down at what was inside. It confused her greatly. The black penile shape that she recalled wasn't present. The same runes were there, but what was in the bin in front of her was a well sculpted, obsidian spider with runes on its legs and abdomen. Three runes glowed on the abdomen, positioned in a triangular shape. Despite the urge to pluck it out and look it over, she patiently carried it back to her office, opening up her personal webmail account to send Kelly a message about the spider and its runes, and a small JPG of the three glowing runes. Penny stared at the stone spider on her desk, she wanted to pick it up and look it over. But she wasn't about to possibly ruin an ancient treasure with the acid and oil on her fingertips. She got up and went to one of the archive rooms for a pair of cotton gloves to handle the spider with. Much to her surprise she found an e-mail waiting for her from Kelly. The lit sigils meant "Absorb Animal Essence." Kelly said that it was some sort of storage device with writings inside. There were instructions included to unlock it. Penny bit her lip and did as instructed. First was finding a rune that looked like a person's head and shoulders with a circle around it. It meant 'Self.' She pressed it, followed by something similar with a dot inside, "Mind", neck and torso with a dot inside, "Body", and one that looked like a dotted outline of the head and neck 'Spirit.' Next were the runes for "Enhancement", a bunch of outward pointing arrows, "Fertility", a trio of circles arranged in a triangle, two little over one big, "Sensation" wavy lines over a pair of circles, and "Desire", wavy lines over a Y shape. The dust got to Penny and her nose tingled. She sneezed, her fingers pressing several more runes, including the final in the sequence, "Release Stored Energy." What she had pressed where a trio of small figures by the "Self" rune, Fertility again, and the large glowing sigil on the spider's abdomen that represented 'Animal.' With the sneeze, she had instinctively pulled the spider to her chest. She cried out in pain, the obsidian legs, ending in sharp points, drove themselves into her neck and breasts. But though the eight sharp points shredded her turtleneck, there was no pain, only a soft, comforting warmth. The black spider began to sink into hear, tearing through her clothes. Penny yelped and removed her shirt, looking down at the spreading gray coloration over her skin. The muscles on her back writhed. The gray taint spread down her arms, reaching her hands; Penny's eyes widened in horror at the sight of her short nails turning dark and extending into pointed claws. The spider's abdomen pushed effortlessly into Penny's sternum, the head at her throat. The skin where the spider touched directly turned a grey-blue. She rubbed at it in disbelief, gasping softly at the pleasurable sensation it gave her. She traced the spider totem's legs on her breasts, curious. Her fingertips followed the narrow legs that trailed over her rather flat chest. She moaned with pleasure, a heat flooding her loins. The spider's warmth had spread through her torso, the tickling sinking into her insides, her internal organs squirming a bit. For a moment the spreading seemed to stop, and then it returned with a vengeance, centered on her sex. Penny tilted her head back, hips bucking at the strange pleasure that cascaded through her as the spider vanished completely into her flesh. She tore off her shirt with her sharp, black claws, gripping her breasts. She wanted to reach into her pants, to douse the growing heat that was building in there, but she didn't have enough hands to do so. She couldn't bare to pull a hand away from her chest. She felt her fingers change, shifting, becoming thicker. And then her hands started to split. Still caressing her breasts, which had begun to expand, Penny watched the gap between her middle and ring fingers extend down her hand, down to her wrist. She felt the bones reform into a new configuration, the radius and ulna splitting as well. She now had four bones in her forearm. Forearms. The skin and muscle continued to split, giving her two arms below the elbow. Though smaller at first, they continued to grow until they became equal with her first pair, and then beyond it, the fingers growing even thicker. Now new arms entirely! The split continued past her elbow, the humerus dividing into two bones, the muscles of her back, her shoulder blades, and her rib cage all shifting to accommodate the new limbs. Then they began to split again. The two fingers of each lower arm began to slip, each finger becoming two, the two original fingers parting as they had from the upper pair. The four new limbs quickly grew to mirror her uppermost hands, two slender fingers, each tipped with a sharp, black claw. The only thing missing were the thumbs, and just as Penny thought of the missing digits, they began to appear, growing outward. She smiled and began to tear her pants away from her gray skinned frame as a jolt of pleasure made her stop. Her eyes virtually rolled back with the sheer power of it. There was a ripping sound, and something pierced through her slacks of its own accord. It was a foot and a half long, deep black, glistening, and had what appeared to be small claws on the back of the head. Penny gasped softly and wrapped two hands around her long, thin member, the other two slipped into her pants, stroking her sex. Her slacks, shoes, and socks began to grow increasingly tighter, but Penny couldn't possibly stop. It felt so good. Black claws tore through her old, worn sneakers. Penny slide from her chair, dropping to the floor, her pants torn from her body as her legs split, much as her arms had. She caught herself with two of her new arms, her body shaking with both pleasure and change. Something grew from her tailbone, engulfing her rump and hips and continuing to grow and swell. Penny's eight new legs shifted to the sides and continued to grow. She opened her mouth and let out a pleasured hissing sound as she continued to masturbate, short grey fur sprouting over her body, covering her skin. As her new abdomen grew backwards, her face popped and shifted, moving forward, creating a longer, narrower shape, more predatory. Penny's tongue traced over her new fangs and she closed her eyes for a moment. Her face shifted further, and she opened her eyes all eight of them, all bright blue. She pushed herself up on her eight spidery legs, testing them for the first time, her large abdomen providing the perfect counterbalance to her humanoid torso. Penny hissed again as she felt the sensation of change over her body begin to fade. She rolled onto her back, allowing her legs to caress her member, as they too ended in a trio of clawed digits, though they were more claw than finger. Penny caressed the spots on her chest and belly where the change was now centered, four new nipples appearing, the flesh beneath then expanding, blossoming into two pairs of new breasts. Six of them to match her six arms. Tears leaked from her largest eyes, she felt so good, so horny, so sexy, she had to climax, but her body just wouldn't. Her breasts continued to grow, to swell, to become more sensitive, increasing her pleasure to greater and greater peaks. Larger still, until they reached the size of her original breasts, and then all six continued onward. Penny's member joined in the act, lengthening, thickening, odd shapes appearing on its length, to better provide pleasure to anyone she mated. She realized what the glistening, black, back-facing spines were for. She was a hunter, she would stalk and pounce her prey, and make sure that they would be unable to get away. The spider-taur felt the warmth of the change dimming, all that remained was a faint tickle over her skin that spread into her fur. Dark blue designs appearing and then... knowledge. Oh the wonderful things she could do! Penny cried out as her climax came at last, the result of her climax a thick gush that rocketed up and clung to the ceiling, quickly drying. On exposure to the air, her seed would quickly dry into a sort of webbing, keeping capsules of it active in thin bubbles, able to transform anyone unlucky enough to wonder into it. With her large spider-body provided a great deal of storage for climactic fluids and for... a predatory grin crossed her face. The spider was fully aware of what all the runes that had been on the obsidian carving meant, and the effects that had been unleashed upon her body. For years what she remembered as a stone phallus had sat in the isolated storage closet, set to absorb the essence of whatever animals happened to touch it. For decades all that it had seen were spiders. And upon her touch, it had released it all into her, making Penny more spider in body than human. The power that now filled her wasn't supposed to be able to do that. Penny giggled and grabbed a stand of cum-webbing, bringing it to her cunny, the strong muscles pulling it in. She would need reinforcements to be able to accomplish what she had in mind. An entire museum full of fossils and samples of long extinct species. An entire college campus to inflict them upon. Oh the possibilities.
Alta was a timid teen, she decided to see a movie by herself to evade the stress of her final high school exams. It was a bit hot outside to be wearing a sweater, but she wore a grey hoodie just in case anyone she knew was around- she didn't want to get spotted. Between the shade of her hood and her thin framed round glasses you could barely see her cute face. Tan skin with a large number of tiny freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks, her skin was a dark chocolate brown and wildly wavy- it was curly when it was shorter but the weight of its length straightened it a bit. To increase the odds of no one seeing her, the movie she was going to see didn't even show up on the normal listings- it was a limited showing of a very obscure foreign title. Alta was a bid sideways like that- she had the chance to be popular, everyone liked her...she was just too shy to return anyone's attempts to connect with her. It was for the same reason she has never had a boyfriend. Plenty have attempted to ask her out, but Alta always just squeaks a half-rely and skitters off like a frightened mouse. So without the influence of others, her tastes and hobbies sort of developed in a bubble, causing her to like things most of the people around her never even heard of. She got comfortable in her seat, relaxing into a half-laying position in the seat since no one was around her. Because of how obscure the film was, the theatre was mostly empty- just how Alta likes it best. She had a bucket of popcorn in one arm and a huge soda in the other. During the movie though, she noticed her fingers were getting rather stiff for some reason, making them sluggish to respond. Alta shrugged it off and just raised the bucket a bit and used her moist tongue to stick popcorn kernels to and eat them that way, without using her fingers at all. She was paying too much attention to the movie to notice her tongue swelling up and lengthening a bit. When Alta went to reach for her soda her wrist popped loudly causing her to gasp in surprise. She leaned over instead and again used her tongue to try and find the straw without looking away from the screen. She found the straw a little too easily. She sat back up straight when she realized her tongue coiled around the straw easily! It was twice the length it was supposed to be, and far darker than it should have been! Did she eat something she was allergic to? But she was only allergic to like, three things and she avoided them each like the plague- and she is pretty sure she would know if a bee stung her in the mouth! This wasn't good at all! The tongue technically travels down a good length of your throat- if it swells up too much it will completely clog the throat and suffocate you. She popped the top off her soda and put several ice cubes into her mouth. Ice suppresses swelling! Now her head was starting to hurt from brain freeze because her mouth was full of ice. She groaned and slipped a few of her small narrow fingers up under her hood to message her temples and her eyes went side in shock again! There was two lumps on top of her head! There was a hundred different things that could cause lumps to form on the body- and none of them are good things. None of them! Reaching up also caused her to notice it was more than her hands that were stiff, all her limb joints felt cramped. She might have to go to the emergency room after the movie...but, still after the movie. Maybe not till tomorrow if it doesn't get better...or maybe its fine. She really is too shy to go to emergency rooms. The ice was melting fast and her tongue wasn't getting any smaller. She groaned quietly as she tilted her head to one side and then the other sharply to crack her neck, but when she tried to settle her head again it didn't. It didn't just pop- it extended, her neck was actually longer now. Her other joints were starting to hurt from cramping and she stretched her arms forward hearing the bones groan and pop as her entire arms got longer, and then her leg muscles seemed to move on their own forcing the same to happen to her legs. Her shoes didn't even fit right anymore! Only her fingers were visible from her big hoodie's sleeves but now her wrists were completely out. That was even worse! She didn't even know what kind of medical condition caused someone to flash-grow! She realized someone might see her and notice she was taller- since she would be silhouetted on the movie screen and she quickly slid her legs under the chair in front of her so she could slide down as far as she could to hide her height. But her lower half slid farther as her top half, as her spine grew in length again. She felt her pants rubbing against her tailbone, which was longer than normal now too. She released her tongue again to check if it was any better now that her ice was gone but nope. She was astonished as it came out of her mouth and just kept coming. Twice, three, maybe even four times its normal length and now dark indigo in colour- her tongue was large enough to wrap around her wrist three times over. It didn't feel swollen though, and in spite of its size, her breathing wasn't obstructed at all. Alta started to slip in her seat since she was placed so awkwardly in it, so she quickly grabbed the arms with her barely operable fingers and went to hoist herself up a bit, but as soon as she did the muscles in her back and neck went a little too far and her neck extended almost an entire foot in length! Her neck bulged painfully out the front of her hoodie, as the hood itself yanked her head backward. She was caught! She outgrew the hood in a hurry, but the now quite large bulges on top of her head were hooked on the fabric! She tried to reach up and release herself but the muscles in her hands twitched on their own and her fingers barely responded to her at all. They moved together and stretched, starting to fuse as her wrists grew and then her shoulders and elbows popped loudly as her arms grew in length again, even more than the first time! She lurched forward in surprise placing the limbs between the seats in front of her, and then her hips and legs started to groan and pop in rapid succession. Her tailbone extended at the same speed as her hips widened causing the elastic of the pants to drag aggressively against it before it popped out over the top entirely. Her legs extended much, much farther than her pant legs now and she could not pull them out from under the seats ahead of her if she wanted- there wasn't enough room! She was slouched over the top of the seat ahead of her, and seen her shoes down below it as the ends bulged massively and exploded open! She didn't even feel like she was outgrowing her shoes- but that was because there was no feeling in the end of her foot now- it was a huge cloven hoof! She wanted to sit up and look at what happened to her ass and tailbone but was afraid as soon as she sat up everyone would notice something was wrong. Her neck bones started to groan again sending her into a panic again as she reached up to try and get the hood off before it snapped her neck. When she brought her hands up, she noticed they too were hooves now, which...made gripping the hood rather tricky. Luckily since the hooves were cloven she managed to hook some of the fabric between the two segments and still yank it off- ripping it a bit. Since they were newly formed and had not been worn down on the ground at all- Alta's hooves were actually razor sharp at the edges. The bumps on the head were...sort-of horns. They actually looked more like fuzzy doorknobs. Alta knew her ears were changed too when they started to flick in the direction of any minuscule sound in the theatre, paranoid someone had noticed her. Lucky for her, everyone was looking at the screen and entirely unaware of anything going on in the actual theatre. Though her face and facial features were small, she did always have plump dark red lips, but now she could visibly see them getting a little too big. Her eyelashes were quite long and full now too! Her entire torso felt huge internal pressure coming on as her body groaned and she moaned. It was hot too- the changes caused internal friction which raised her body temperature. The theatre was dark and air conditioned but she was overheating again regardless. Her neck was slowly extending again and her spine as well. Her clothing was pulled tight on her, and all her limbs extended far beyond it. She tried to breath deep slow breaths to try and calm herself down, but her ribs popped and expanded causing her to gasp, which expanded her lungs causing her to gasp again, and again. She kept taking in more air without breathing any out as her lungs doubled and then tripled in size! Her nostrils broadened tremendously to help take in more air and her sweater started to cut into her and shred at the seams as her torso became gargantuan. Her freckles started to shift around on the surface of her skin and expand, taking on hexagonal shapes, spacing themselves out evenly across her entire body as a light fuzz of fur started to grow on her. An explosion of growth went off in her as she squeaked in surprise and arousal as her hips and legs grew tremendously, exploding her pants completely off! Her long neck swung through the air and hung across two rows of seats behind her as she looked at the roof trying to catch her breath. Her panties held on just barely, but her pussy darkened and the labia swelled up tremendously, pushing into the fabric, dampening it with her juices and then finally ripped it off as two small teats formed just below the vagina- directly between her legs! She tried to sit up again to examine the damage to herself but her neck was too long and heavy to lift! Her face was starting to stretch out and her entire head expand. She grunted and struggled in her awkward bent-back position, flailing her long arms around trying to grip something to yank her up, which caused the muscles in her torso to tense and grow again exploding her sweater off- her breasts had been too small to wear a bra and now against her giant-grown torso they were non existent. As she grew and struggled, she did not hear the chair violently crack twice before it exploded out from under her- unable to support that sort of weight. She was so tall though that her head bopped against the seat three rows up from her! Her torso stiffened, becoming more solid and muscular but much less flexible. Her shoulders and hips popped forcing her limbs into a forward position- unable to rotate out to the sides anymore. She had to heave herself forward finally onto all fours as her neck swung through the air and for a brief moment she was almost afraid her head would smack the roof! Alta looked at the movie screen for several long moments in a daze- not really seeing what was on the screen at all. She breathed heavily as her muscles finally allowed themselves to relax. Her bones no longer groaned or popped so they were re-set into their new positions in a body that was easily ten times the size of her old one, if not bigger. A giraffe! Her freckles had changed into the hexagonal spotting of giraffe hide- her grown tailbone was a tasselled tail. With ridiculously long and powerful limbs and neck- there was no mistaking what Alta had become. She was also completely naked! Her puffy black anus and huge black labia rubbed against the remnants of the shattered chair below her. Her clothing was entirely destroyed, so even if she suddenly turned back she would still be in trouble. Alta let out a long sight- at least her glasses were still perched on her now long face. She would have to be careful though- the arms no longer reached her ears so if she moved around too much they would just fall off, and she doesn't have hands to put them back on herself.
Just One Mistake It’s hard to live in a world where any time you go out there’s a chance you might come back in a totally different person. Still, most of the citizens had adapted to the bizarre toxic fumes and strange glowing oozes that permeated the city’s many factories and now spilled into the streets. Lizzy looked out at the sky. The gray overcast sky never seemed to give any indication of whether it would rain. The sun had vanished under the chemical clouds long ago, and the weather reports stopped being helpful after the last weatherman turned into a puddle of sentient goo during a freak chemical storm one broadcast. She had to chance it. So far, she’d been remarkably lucky. Most folks had already mutated a little. It was a little here, a little there for most. Extra fingers or toes, a sudden shock of green hair all over the body, or maybe no hair at all. It all depended. Most folks had gotten over the initial shock and just went about their lives like nothing had happened. Well, most of them anyway. Some really got hit hard, like that poor weather man who now lived in a bowl in his old office. Her own sister had mutated to grow a six-foot alligator tail that now dragged behind her when she walked. Then there was Ralph at work. He had a giant spherical head with dozens of eyes that poked out in every direction. He was promoted to head of surveillance security as he now never slept. She was pretty sure he’d gone mad long ago, but he was still in his chair every day and night, munching on stale Cheetos. She stepped outside. Her next-door neighbor waved at her. “Hi Fred, how’s Mildred?” She asked. “Oh, she’s fine, just trying to keep her moist.” Fred was pretty normal looking, if you ignored the fact that he had little colorful gemstones growing all over his body. They’d turned out to be valuable enough to harvest and sell, so he’d made quite a bit of money off his mutation and had quit his job to take care of his wife. His wife had taken things harder. She was now half plant. From the knees down she was a thick viny pair of stalks that had been rooted in a large kiddie pool of dirt in their living room. Lizzy had gone over to talk to her a few times and found her to be a perfectly nice woman. Frustrated at being trapped in one spot though. One weekend she even “plant sat” for Fred when he needed to go on a trip to deal with his gem dealers. She’d found out a lot more about Mildred then. The woman in her early- fifties was more plant than she let on. Her breasts now budded out into flowers in the evenings. She needed light, and her skin had become a pale shade of green, allowing her to synthesize the light. They were even pretty sure that she now breathed in carbon-dioxide. Certainly, the air in the home had felt usually fresh and sweet. Though the latter might have been from Mildred herself, who exuded a lovely smell. Lizzy never did have the nerve to ask if she and Fred still had sex or not. Lizzy shook her head, trying to focus on other things. She had to get her errands done quickly. The mail had stopped running years ago, but she still checked the box occasionally. Sometimes a letter would show up. She wasn’t entirely sure how, but it happened. She skipped passed the car, it barely ran anymore and gas was super expensive, so she didn’t bother to drive much anymore. Besides, the streets weren’t exactly well maintained. It wasn’t a long walk, maybe a mile. She stepped over several puddles that pooled in holes in the sidewalk as she reached the small shop. The bell rang as she opened the door. Cute and old fashioned she took a deep breath of the hearty warm smell of fresh baked bread that wafted out of the kitchen. “Hi, Lizzy,” Emilio said cheerfully. Lizzy waved. He was always such a happy guy. He’d not been too bothered by his mutation which left him with l large crest that rose above his head like some ancient lizard thing. He kept about his business, one of the few places that still provided fresh food. He sold a small selection of canned goods, baking goods, milk and eggs from a local farm. He was a pillar of the neighborhood, beloved by all the locals. She could hear Medina in the kitchen. She poked her head out, “Lizzy!” She came out to give Lizzy a hug, all covered in flour. Lizzy didn’t mind. Medina looked as normal as anyone, her head scarf still firmly in place. Though she was a good decade younger than Emilio she was still showing the gentle laugh lines and crow’s feet of a woman well over forty. Taking out her bag she filled it with a few cans, a couple dry goods, and a small tub of butter. She even splurged on a liter of milk before getting a fresh loaf of rye, some muffins, and a small loaf of ka'ik that was Medina’s specialty. It was pricy, but so was everything. She counted out the old coins that made up the remaining currency she had and paid Emilio. He smiled, and thanked her. She, like almost everyone, had to make do on what there was. As a result, obesity was becoming a problem exclusively of the rich again. * * * Ducking back out the door she started her walk home. Halfway home she felt something just slam into her without warning. She went sprawling, her groceries knocked from her hand. She found herself face down in a puddle in the street. She gasped horrified at the swirling colors. She looked up, a kid, was sitting on the sidewalk holding his knee. The little bastard had run into her without paying attention and now she was covered in ooze. She hoped he was hurting! She dragged her soaked body from the pool of water. Maybe it was just oil. Maybe she wouldn’t mutate. She shook in anger and fear. She’d been so good, she’d been so careful, and this kid just ruined her life. The kid had gotten up and started back towards his friends. She stared daggers at him. She debated all kinds of things but the truth was there was nothing she could do. She walked over to her bag. Some of the cans were dented, but the milk was still in its bag. Small favors. She was able to find almost everything except one can. She gathered them up, crying as she did. The rest of the trip home she could feel the knot in her stomach growing. She was horrified. She didn’t want to be a mutant. It wasn’t fair. She didn’t even acknowledge Fred as she came back in as she tried to ask her what happened. Everyone knew what being wet meant. Her clothes were soaked. There was no way she wasn’t exposed. Setting down the groceries, only stopping long enough to put the milk in her small refrigerator, she pulled the drenched clothes off and threw them in the wash. Thankfully the city water was still working and was able to keep clean by being from an underground reservoir that the chemicals had never leached into. Other towns without protected water fared much worse. It was possible, over time that all water would end up contaminated, but she had hoped living here would have been just enough protection. She started the wash and hopped in the shower hoping to rinse off as much of the chemicals as possible. She could still feel the tears streaming down her face even in the shower. Normally she wouldn’t waste the water for a long shower, it was cool water anyway, but she insisted on scrubbing her body down with an old washcloth. As she reached her neck the washcloth slipped. She gingery reached up and felt the skin of her neck. It was smooth, slick even under her hand. Too slick. “No.” she breathed, feeling her neck pulse under her fingers. “No, no, no!” She got out of the shower, barely remembering to turn if off. She stood in front of the old cracked mirror. Her tan face still unlined by age, her long dark hair stringy from the water. She reached up and poked the spot under her neck. The skin still felt slick, smoother than she remembered. She could see it pulsing slightly under her finger. She rubbed it lightly and her skin began to flake slightly revealing a shiny black layer underneath. “No!” She screamed, but her voice cracked and failed. She could see more spots cracking along her skin now. Strips beginning to peal away revealing strips of darkness in some places, or brilliant yellow-green in others. She cried as more and more of her skin sluffed off leaving her body a shiny black with yellow green stripes up her sides and up her limbs. Two more went up the back of her legs across her hips and crossed over her face just below her eyes. Eyes that were now dark and vivid black. She felt a pop in each ear as they became internal structures only Her body wasn’t done with her yet, she felt her toes starting to stretch first, growing long with tiny bulbous tips on the end of each. Moments later her fingers followed suit. She felt her hips broadening too, curving out into a nice wide flair, complimented by a thickening of her thighs. It gave her a very bottom-heavy feel. Not that she wanted thicker thighs, she’d spent years working out to keep her thighs in shape, and now here she was sporting ones that could crush melons. She expected more to change, but nothing further seemed to happen. She was still human looking, if you ignored her bizarre black and yellow-green coloration. Well, and the missing ears. Her hair actually matched her well, being naturally dark from her Hispanic heritage. She tried to speak but at first, she had a hard time making any noise at all, before she made a slight trill. She could see her throat vibrating just a bit under her chin. Finally, she coughed and found her voice. “I’m a fucking frog.” Her voice sounded remarkably calm, but carried just a bit of a lisp now to her ears. Inside she was just a ball of stress and anger. “Why?” Opening her mouth, she saw that her tongue was now bigger and slightly more mucous. She started to stick it out and found it reaching out and smacking the mirror where it stuck for just a moment. “Ughk” She croaked as she pulled it back, almost hitting herself in the face with the medicine cabinet door as it swung open. Slowly she took a few tentative steps. She felt the tips of her toes sticking slightly to the linoleum floor. She had to lift her feet a certain way to find stride, and her thicker thighs rubbed together as she walked. She started to sit but instead found herself squatting naturally into a quadrupedal stance. It actually took her a minute to realize this. She also then realized that, one she was naked, and two, this left her very sexually exposed. She shifted her legs, letting her feet slide behind her, still in a comfy pose, but able to more sit upright. She sighed heavily. She’d have to get used to this. She just hoped bugs weren’t going to be on the menu. * * * A few weeks later she left the clinic. The doctor had been very kind and checked her over very throughout, though with heavy gloves. Seemed that she was just a little nervous about the possibility of her patient having a toxic skin. Still, the tests came back negative, and she’d called an old friend at the local university and found out that as long as she didn’t add ants and some other bugs to her diet, she wouldn’t be a risk to anyone. Better still for her own sanity, she felt no compulsion to eat said bugs. She wasn’t sure she could handle that. Overall, Lizzy felt she was handling it pretty well after the first couple days of moping. She still had her job. She found some converse shoes which had the flat bottoms and long space she needed for her new feet. A couple of days of hunting for bargains in the thrift stores turned up some pants with enough room in the hips for her at just a couple dollars a pair. She found she no longer hummed, but trilled, when she was thinking. It was almost a pretty sound according to her coworkers. Almost, a few thought it was irritating. She did find the squatted seated posture more comfortable though and she had her office replace her chair with a small square table that she could sit comfortably on. An old pair of yoga mats did the trick of making it soft enough for all day use. She started to accept the changes, like keeping herself damp and dealing with the stickiness of her finger tips. She was still angry at the kid, but the truth was that as strange as she now felt she looked, she was at least over the hurdle. The changes, once they happened, made one almost immune to any further changes. So, in that, she was thankful she didn’t end up like the woman she saw oozing her way down the street astride what looked like a giant slug.
Small Waist, Pretty Face “What’cha watching?” Clara asked as she snatched the phone from Allen’s hands. “Nothing! Give that back!” His hands flailed as he tried to reach for the phone that Clara deftly held out of his reach. She flicked the replay button, eyes narrowing as she watched the gyrations of the woman on the screen. “Really Allen?” She slid behind the table to avoid another of his wild grabs at the phone. “What? It’s just tiktok.” He sputtered, still trying to grab at his phone. “One that trended a couple of years ago. Damn it, Allen, you’re thirty- two years old. These girls are what, eighteen, nineteen?” She tossed the phone at him. “You’re being a creep. And why do you need to watch other girls shake their asses anyway? Don’t you like mine?” She gave a slap to her rather well-padded posterior which, Allen had to admit was very shapely and he enjoyed a great deal. Allen juggled the phone trying not to drop it as it hit his chest unexpectedly. “It doesn’t mean anything, really! It’s just a stupid video.” Clara folded her arms. “If it doesn’t mean anything then you can stop watching them.” “That’s not fair! I don’t tell you want you can watch.” He stuffed the phone in his pocket, his face bright red. “I’m not ogling other men,” came the snippy reply. “It’s not ogling anyone, but I don’t see why I should stop watching,” he protested. “You’re being really insecure about this and it’s not fair!” Clara stared at him for a moment. She wasn’t getting anywhere with this. Pursing her lips for a moment she leaned forward, letting her cleavage show and slunk into her sultry voice. “How about I play you for the right, hmm?” “What?” Allen’s eyes were locked on her chest which she made sure to inhale deeply and shake just a little. “A wager,” she purred. His eyes narrowed a bit, sensing a trap despite the dangling boob flesh trying to distract his blood supply from his brain. “What kind of wager?” “If I win, you stop watching those hot chick videos.” She turned made a show of examining her nails while pressing her breasts between her arms for even more cleavage, sending his mind down dirty alleys of thought. It took him a moment to answer as her double-d’s pressed what was left of his brain into his pants. “And if I win?” “Why, I’ll help you even make one of those videos.” She turned and bounced lightly, letting her ass jiggle in the yoga pants she had on. “Deal.” Allen didn’t even stop to ask what the game was. * * *** “Just sit there, I’ll go get the cards and the poker chips.” Clara bounced off down the hall to fetch a very special deck of card that she’d been saving. Allen was a terrible poker player but today she was going to make sure he won. “Poker?” He frowned. She usually won the few times he’d convinced her to play strip poker while they were dating. “Yep.” She said as she stacked ten white chips and three red chips in front him, and a similar stack in front of herself. “Nothing fancy, just a twenty-five-dollar game.” “Okay, are we playing hold’em?” He asked. It was the only game he really knew. “No, just old fashioned five card draw, one draw round after the first check. Nothing is wild.” Allen groaned, even as she shuffled and deftly dealt five cards into neat piles for each of them. “Five dollars to ante.” She said as she slipped the cards into her well- manicured hands, carefully arranging them. Allen slid in one of the red chips and examined his hand. The two jacks staring back were nice, but the other cards were garbage. “Bid?” “One dollar,” a white chip slid in. She smiled. “I’ll see your dollar, and raise you two.” Three white chips slid in. He looked at the pair of Jacks again. “Check.” Two more chips hit the table. He then dropped the three junk cards and waited for her to deal three new ones to him. Clara smiled, watching as the spell took hold. Already she could see each chip going into the bank starting to have an effect. His hair was clearly longer, and she could see the gap in his shirt now as his waist was tucking inward to match her own toned midsection. Three cards left her own hand now, all face cards as she deliberately set herself up for a losing hand. Then she dealt each of them three new cards. Smiling she regarded her new, worse, hand. “Your bid.” Allen examined his new cards. The ace was a nice find, and he now had a ten and a four. Nothing really worth much, but a pair with ace- high might be enough to win. Still, he didn’t want to push his luck. “Two dollars.” Another pair of white chips landed in the pile. “Call.” She said calmly as she matched his bid, knowing full well that her little run of nothing was going to force the loss. All the better for the magic. “Pair o’ knaves, with an ace high.” He said with a bit more flourish than he intended. “Beats me.” She said, turning over her cards. “You didn’t try to bluff me?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I can still win. I just wanted you to feel good about your chances.” She teased. “So, you lost this hand on purpose.” He felt a little humiliated, but he knew she was the better card player, maybe this time she’d be a little too cocky and he’d end up with her dancing for him later. “Maybe I like the idea of helping you make that video.” She offered him a smile, seeing him lean in to collect his chips. The larger his pile grew, the more the spell took hold. He seemed blissfully unaware of the changes as she eyed his slimmer look. He even absently brushed the stray golden hairs from his face as he sat back down. Already she could see the changes in his face, wider eyes, the start of pouting puffy lips, and the delicate cheekbones that promised a very, very pretty face. She hid a titter of excitement. Now, she just had to make it look good for the rest of the game. “Ante in” She tossed her second red chip in and quickly slipped five cards to each of them. His chip followed and he took up his cards with gusto, determined to prove he could win without her throwing the game. That was just what she wanted. Allen’s hand wasn’t good. Mostly off suit and only a queen of spades high, with a suited seven of spades. He resisted an urge to frown. He could fold, but then she’d get ten dollars without any work. Instead, he tossed in a single white chip. “Just a dollar.” “Dollar it is. Check.” She tossed in her chip and three cards to the side. Allen did the same, opting to keep the suited seven. His eyes narrowed a bit as he saw the other cards turn in his hand. Four and six of spades were great additions, but were ruined by the ten of hearts. No flush, and no pairs. He chewed on his lip, not noticing it’s thicker feel, as he contemplated what to do. “Dollar.” She raised. Allen tapped his nails, ignoring the clicking they made on the table. “I see your dollar, and raise you three dollars.” Clara pretended to blanch. She knew she had a hand to bet on, and she figured he was bluffing, but she wanted to lose. Checking her pair of kings, she debated calling him, but no. She’d let him pretend he’d bluffed her. “Too rich for me.” She folded her cards and tossed them away. He smiled as he reached over to rake in the coins, never noticing that his chest now swung slightly as two growing breasts gently rocked back and forth with his motions. Behind him his hips were clearly wider than his shoulders now, and filling out nicely. Clara covered her grin by taking a sip of her water. Soon it would be all over for him. She looked down at her diminished pile of coins. Just nine dollars left. Enough to make one more hand interesting. Once more her nails tapped the deck as she shuffled and dealt the five cards face down to each of them. Just as before two more red chips landed in the center of the table. Allen eyed his cards carefully. Three hearts flashed out at him, but he had a pair of sixes. Not strong but enough. The other option was to discard the six and the deuce to try for a flush, maybe even a straight flush as he held a four, six, and seven of hearts. “Bidding, Allen?” “Uh, yeah, I’ll bid a dollar.” “Okay, I’ll raise you a dollar.” “I’ll check that.” Four white chips now lay piled atop the two red ones in the middle, and just two white chips remained in front of Clara. She discarded nothing. “I’ll stand.” “You aren’t throwing the game are you.” “No.” Clara had to admit, as much as she wanted to, this hand was too good to lose on. Some how she’d managed three queens and a pair of threes. A full house to open. It would take a miracle for her to lose. She hoped it wouldn’t disrupt the growing magic that had taken hold. Allen’s form was nearly complete. Allen tossed in two of his cards, taking the gamble on the flush. She tossed off the burner card and then delt two more which he slid into his hand one at a time. The first made him giddy. An eight of hearts. An excellent chance for him to pull off the flush. It was the second that set him to almost squirming in his chair, all but bouncing on his newly more padded ass. The five of hearts. A straight flush! “Allen, do you want to bid or are you going to fold?” She said confidently. “Two dollars.” He responded with equal confidence. “Call,” her response came nearly as quick as he set the chips down, her hand flipping over to reveal the full house. “Oh wow, you weren’t kidding.” He said, as she started to reach for the pile of coins. His slender hand reached out and stopped her. “But you didn’t win.” “What?” She stopped and watched as he slowly lay down his cards in delicate and deliberate fashion. Four of hearts. Five of hearts. Six of hearts. Seven of hearts. Eight of hearts. Her heart skipped a beat. He’d really won! She pulled her hand back and let him grab the remaining coins, his body filling out the remaining details. Well, her body now, she expected, looking at the delectable ass that spilled over the edges of the chair. The swaying firm breasts that made her almost drool, and the delicate pouting lips that begged to be kissed. Even as the coins were raked in, she could see that slender waist and taut stomach that just all but screamed to have body shots done off it. “Alright Clara,” Allen’s new voice was higher now too, soft, sweet, and sensual. “I won, so you have to help me make a video.” “Oh, I shall. She clicked on her phone, and scrolled down to find just the perfect one, and clicked the record button as the music started… I got a small waist, pretty face, with a big bank… Without even realizing it Allen instantly snapped into the dance routine, accentuating her new tiny waist, and the delicate face, only to turn and bounce her new shapely plump ass letting ripples dance across her now very tight gym shorts as she jiggled. For a moment she stood there stunned. “What just happened?” She said quietly, starting to reach out and touch her new body for the first time. The breasts, the hips, and eventually slowly reaching to find what was no longer there, and more drastically what was there now between her legs. “I did what I promised.” Clara eyed the blonde beauty, barely over five feet and curved just to her liking. She licked her lips hoping there was more to her liking to come. “But… I’m a girl.” Allen said softly, stammering slightly as the reality sank in. “So, am I, what’s wrong with being a girl?” Clara asked, sliding in close. “Uh, I’m a guy.” She said meekly. “Oh? Let me just find out.” Clara sank to her knees, pulling down the gym shorts and boxers revealing a soft delicate mound, just slightly puffy and the barest hint of a clit peeking out from between the delicate folds. “Clara what are you doing?” She asked, her body fighting new urges as her girlfriend sank her face into her new cooch. Clara breathed deeply of the scent of new pussy. Her tongue flicking out, the barest touch causing the mons to quiver and the clit to pulse as her former boyfriend, now a girlfriend, gave an almost orgasmic moan at the slightest touch. Smiling once more she set about pressing her face deeper into the delectable folds, making sure to give her new girlfriend a licking that would make her forget about being a man, tiktok, or the bouncing asses of other women. Above her Allen’s pretty mouth swung open, letting loose in the first of many moans that would fill her afternoon, and her life.
Bad Shake Her stomach gurgled oddly under her hands. Holding her belly, she swore. “Aww, damn it.” She was still several blocks from her hotel room. Hoping she could make it she broken into as fast a trot as she dared given the flip-flopping of her guts. Stopping at a light she crossed her legs, feeling the cramps that ripped through her. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, I knew that milkshake tasted weird. That’s the last time I get a shake from some no-name greasy dive in a strange town.” She groaned as she waited for the light which seemed to take forever. The light changed, but she felt like she wasn’t going to make it back to her hotel. Her belly felt bloated and her pants were painfully tight. She was relieved when she finally managed to walk into the building. Eschewing the elevator, she dashed up the stairs, her guts feeling like they were going to burst. Of course, this was the time the card reader just had to malfunction. She swore as she tried to get it to read. “Work, damn it, you sorry piece of shit. Work!” It took several swipes before she managed to get the door open, the little green light flashing in mockery of her discomfort. She grunted as she pushed her way into the hotel room. The door had barely slammed behind her before she’d ripped the top button on her jeans open and yanked down the zipper. Immediate relief washed over her as the pressure felt like it finally had someplace to go. Sighing in relief she struggled to pull of her jeans, only remembering to kick her flats off at the last second. With the pressure released she didn’t feel so bad now, still she stepped into the bathroom just in case. Closing the door, the long mirror’s reflection startled her. Her belly looked bloated and swollen under the hem of her sweater. Cautiously she lifted the hem up, only to reveal a small, pinkish, bulge. She prodded it slightly, shocked to see four small nubs suddenly popped out of the expanding flesh. “Holy shit.” She stared, at the pink pooch and its odd nubs as the entire thing continued to swell. Grasping one of the nubs, she pulled lightly, only to find herself sprayed in small white droplets. They went everywhere, splashing across the mirror’s polished surface. Pulling her hand away, she sniffed at the liquid running down her fingers. It gave off a faint, but pleasing odor. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, how the hell am I going to explain having grown an udder?” She moaned. The bulge was huge now, and warm. She sat herself on the edge of the tub, caressing it gently. Her fingers slid across each of the nubs, flicking them lightly. The thickening teats snapped to attention under her fingers. It felt nice, sensitive and dare she think it? Sexy. She smiled, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all?
For Mistress' Amusement Lilac's tail swayed anxiously behind hir as shi walked, led forward by Queen Onyx's hand on hir cock. Shi had stopped blushing, walking beside the queen with a pleased smile on hir face, nodding to the dragonkin as they passed by in the hall. Shi knew they could see Onyx's glistening juices on hir face and breasts, displaying to all the affection and skill shi had given hir queen. They moved deeper into the mountain and Lilac sensed they were going lower, but didn't feel any slope to the floor they walked upon. Around one corner Lilac began to feel a sense of foreboding, a feeling of suffering, misery, and pain on the air. They were headed to the dungeons, no one to gawk and stare and grope Lilac here. At least in the hallways. Onyx opened a cell door silently, the metal door opening on silent hinges. She motioned for Lilac to go in first, which shi did, Onyx following a moment later, the near silent click of the latched and lock barely audible. The dragon queen seemed to melt into the shadows in one corner, her eyes glimmering with excitement. Lilac turned to the figure sobbing softly on the bare straw nearby. Hir eyes caught the shimmery red dress the noblewoman was wearing, gemstones and golden thread in the detailing on high quality silk. Very expensive. The woman seemed to be lying atop two large pillows, but Lilac soon realized they were her breasts. The half-dragon looked down at the human, marveling at how much smaller the captive noble was than hirself. The Attendant found hirself licking hir lips, imagining what it would be like to have such huge tits. They were truly massive, about as large as two of Lilac's put together, on a far smaller frame. It would be next to impossible for her to walk, and with their size, she'd be barely able to crawl. Shi could smell the scent of arousal on the air, and noticed a pair of panties lying nearby. From the drag marks in the straw, it appeared that someone had placed a tankard of water a few yards away from the woman, forcing her to crawl to it to quench her thirst, forcing her tits to rub against the smooth stone floor. A pleasant tingle over hir cock drew Lilac's attention downward, watching as feline spines appeared over its length. Coupled with Lilac's size, hir maleness meant to fill Queen Onyx, the half-dragon knew that hir cock would be absolute agony for this woman to take. Lilac dropped to hir knees, leaning over the woman, pressing hir breasts against her back, hir clawed hands grasping the prisoner's breasts, causing her to gasp. Lilac purred as she reached down, digging her claws into the dress and ripping it off the woman's small frame. Shi felt warm wetness spread over the base of hir cock as the captive's womanhood gushed with arousal as Lilac fondled her massive breasts with eager claws. The noble looked downward, seeing the massive prick that she was seated atop of, its massive girth, titanic length, and unpleasantly spines that seemed to drip a green-black goo. "No," she whispered, "Oh gods no!" The Attendant lifted hir prey up by the breasts, letting her dangle over hir member before slowly lowering her onto it. Hir spade shaped cock-tip opened the captive easily, hir precum soaked manhood still needed to be forced in, the human's sex not wide enough to accommodate it easily. "The spines won't hurt unless you wriggle and try to pull away." Lilac warned, "Or if I pull back." The half-dragon released the woman, letting her body weight carry her down the massive length. Shi felt something give way inside the woman, it pleased Lilac that shi was the first male to fill this creature. Shi felt something else give way, the woman's cervix, Lilac's massive cock forcing its way into her womb. The noble's scream of agony echoed from the walls. "Please," she begged, "Please stop." Lilac chuckled and seized the woman by the tits, ceasing her downward descent, allowing the half-dragon to pull hir cock back, hir spines cutting shallow gashes in the walls of the woman's sex. Shi felt something warm seep from hir and into her plaything. Shi felt the human's skin shift beneath hir hands, mocha colored skin sprouting pale white scales, the draconic skin appearing on the captive's breasts and belly. The human, however didn't notice. She moaned loudly, the cuts in her cunt healing, becoming much like Lilac's own mating sores. Her muscles shifted, body altering, allowing her to take Lilac's cock with ease. She slide down the Attendant's cock as the half-dragon released her again, muscular walls tightening around the intruding length, spines wounding her more, but her changing body healing them just as quick, the sharp pains instantly becoming tiny pleasures, making her quiver, making her body go limp, unable to fight or struggle. Lilac felt the words coming into her mind, from where she did not know. "You have insulted my Mistress with your voice, offended our nation with your trade offers, and your general attitude towards peoples of all races wounds feelings. You need to learn affection and humility. So you will become a cow. You will be milked, you will be fucked, you will lay eggs. Your body no longer belongs to you. Once you've come to accept your place, that you are no better than anyone else, you may have your milk-bags reduced so that you can walk upright as a thinking being, rather than an animal. But until then you will walk on all fours, teats dragging on the ground, legs splayed, sex wide open for anyone that wishes to mount you, and you will be as you are now, unable to fight it. The moment a cock enters you, your mind will be overcome with bestial lust. You will love it, enjoy it, desire it. No matter what anyone does to you, it will no longer truly be rape anywhere except in your few lucid moments." The violated noble mewled softly as a thick draconic tail erupted from her rear, scales continuing to cover her body, mostly white, with a few black spots, becoming a light pink on her belly and tits. Her nipples grew longer and split, dividing into four. The milk bags tightened, remaining the same size, but pulling closer to her chest. Tiny horns appeared at her temples, scales appearing around them, making the woman as a cow-dragon. Lilac felt a sudden weight on the underside of hir cock, the cow's clit growing and swelling. But not into a cock. It was larger than that, rounder, thicker. The Attendant chuckled as shi reached down to caress the cow's new udder, the merest touch enough to make her climax. Lilac imagined other changes for the new dragoness. A blunt bovine muzzle, a thicker, more muscular frame, digigrade legs that would allow her to walk, just barely, forcing her to drag her sensitive udders on the ground. Hoofed hind legs, and thick fingered handpaws on her forelimbs. Lilac held the cow tightly against her body, thrusting gently into her eager, wet depths. The pleasure and enjoyment she felt at being filled with Lilac's seed would be punishment and humiliation beyond any pain that Lilac's spined cock would give her. The feeling of hir breasts pressed up against the cow's shifting back muscles was delightful. Lilac lay back, hir plaything atop hir. Shi curled hir tail around, using it to caress hir pet's clit-udder, hir handpaws seizing the cow-dragon's thick teats, tugging on them roughly, drawing pleasured moos of contentment from the ex-human. Soft pops accompanied the cow's face reforming into a beautiful muzzle. Lilac's forked tongue lapped gently at the sides of hir pet's head as her ears became like Lilac's own earfins. "Your name is Bessie now, the name of a common cow." the Attendant whispered to the new cow. Bessie mooed softly, not understanding, but the name would sink in, as would the accompanying instincts to be a proper, subservient milk-toy. Bessie's hoof-hands found her still growing clit-udder, caressing the tender teats that had begun to sprout there, tiny climaxes flooding her body, making her sex grasp at Lilac's cock, coating it with her warm, sticky cum. Lilac roared, a wonderful dragonish sound erupting from hir throat as shi climaxed. The bovine reptile mooing loudly as the sensation of her womb being filled up with sweet warmth. Lilac found hirself cumming rapidly, hir thick jets of seed refusing to diminish in size. The sweet warmth of transformation returned to hir body. Shi felt beautiful scales appearing over hirself, hir weak human flesh replaced by black and gold scales, just like those of hir mistress. Her legs popped and cracked, just as Bessie's did, both reforming into mighty draconic legs, the cow's feet becoming clunky hooves, Lilac's own claws growing larger and more beautiful. The half-dragon, no dragonkin, purred in delight as small draconic muzzle blossomed into that of a true dragon, removing the last of hir human features. Hir forked tongue traced over her fearsome new fangs. A wonderful tingle in hir sides drew hir attention there, two small lumps forming, each on level with the second and third pairs of breasts. Lilac watched, delighted as shi showed a sign of hir mating the basilisk, his additional four limbs translated to hir bipedal dragonkin body as four extra arms, making it so much easier to stroke and caress and fondle hirself, or others. Lilac giggled and began to pull on six of Bessie's udders, the cow giving a pleasured gasp at the sensation. Her belly had become fat and swollen with Lilac's seed, which finally began to cease flowing. Bessie's hoof hands began to explore the round bulge, the white scales turning pink, four fat teats sprouting from it as well. The Attendant smiled down at hir creation, and nibbled on an earfin, "There you are, so very beautiful now." shi purred, slowly pulling hir cock from the cow-dragon's cunt. Shi set Bessie down in the straw, allowing the ex-human to curl up, nose to tail, and drift off to sleep, hir body and spirit worn out from the powerful changes, much as Lilac felt. The Attendant looked to the corner where hir mistress stood, cloaked in the shadows, shi felt them beckoning to her, and shi crawled over on hir hands and knees, rubbing against hir queens legs like a feline, purring happily. "Very good, Lilac. You have pleased your mistress very much today." Onyx said, scooping up her Attendant in her arms. "Thank you, Mistress, for granting me the beautiful body to be able to please you." Lilac purred, "You are tired, and I too am worn out from using my magics to give you your sexy, smooth scaled form. There is one more ritual you must take part in, but it requires little effort for the both of us." Onyx said with a smile. The dungeon melted away from around them, replaced with a beautiful bedroom sized perfectly for a being of Onyx's size, at least as a dragonkin. She lay down on the bed, Lilac next to her. "We cannot mate yet, Attendant, as your blood is still too human and impure. Your seed would lessen and taint my body, and we can't have that." Onyx said, bringing a hand to her breast, gasping softly as she cut a small gash in the flesh of her breast with a claw, pulling Lilac's head to it. The dragonkin began to nurse instinctively, drawing the queen's blood and milk into her mouth, and into her belly. "So I give you my blood, royal blood, to burn away that tiny bit of human that remains inside of you. Making you worthy to mate with me, for your seed to rest inside my belly. Preparing me for the time when we will both bear the weight of eggs." Onyx said, folding a wing over Lilac, her tail curling around her pet's own. Lilac, mouth fill of nipple, only purred in reply. "I do so enjoy the time I get to spend snuggling with my Attendants. They days are so few that I actually get to hold someone like this, someone I can trust. Dragonia's traditions for a queen are so strange compared to those of humans. I would love to be able to take a single individual as my mate, my sole lover for the rest of my life. To be able to nurture love for a single being. But the crown must represent all the races of dragons, and as such choosing a single one as my mate would be favoritism." Onyx said with a sigh. "I'll stay with you, Mistress." Lilac said softly, before returning to her suckling. Onyx laughed, "All my Attendants say that, beloved Lilac, up until the day comes when their two years and two days is up, and they leave me all alone once again." "I promise I'll stay with you, even after." "You may go ahead and think so, dear one, but in the end you'll leave me too. Now hush, drink, and sleep." Onyx said, stroking her Attendant's silky black mane. Lilac wrapped hir arms around hir mistress' belly, snuggling up against her as the two dragonesses drifted off into sleep.
The Lady Is “Hold her down.” The voice hissed in the darkness. Other voices murmured their agreement. She couldn’t see the speaker, but she could feel her arms and legs pressed down, held by large cold hands. She struggled, barely able to move, she still managed to thrash about until heavy weights pressed down on her. No, not a heavy weight, someone. Someone was sitting on her, holding her in place. She grunted and swung her head around only to have it smack into something hard. Momentarily stunned she felt strong hands grab her head holding it still as something pressed against her mouth, something cold. She gritted her teeth, her lips pressed tightly together as she tried again to shake free. For a moment she seemed to win a slight reprieve, but then something pinched her nose, holding it, until she gasped for air. The vile taste of tar filled her mouth. She tried to spit, but they slammed her jaw closed and held her mouth shut. She gagged, unable to rid the noxious mixture from her mouth save by swallowing it. She tried not to, but eventually she had had to, and the nasty taste trickled down her throat, thick and viscous. She could feel her tears now, the fear and the angst that drove into the pit of her stomach as her stomach rebelled and knotted with the harsh chemical that they had made her ingest. Mercifully she slipped into unconsciousness, even as the weight lifted from her. By the time they lifted her bodily from the floor she was unconscious, her body sagging limply in the arms of her captors. * * * The remnants of that foul taste and a loud gurgle of her stomach greeted her when she awoke. Stirring, she clutched at her belly, wondering why she wasn’t dead. She almost wished she was. What did her captors want with her anyway? Opening her eyes, she saw only a faint ray or two of light, not enough to chase the shadows from where she lay in near darkness. The area was musty, almost stuffy, the floor feeling of rough heavy planks of wood. Stirring she felt the jabs of tiny splinters digging into her soft skin. Struggling to her hands and knees, she groped around in the gloom. Shifting forward there was a loud clang and her head spun as she slammed into a heavy metal bar that rang faintly from the impact. Rubbing her head she felt the bar, it was thick, perhaps an inch or more in diameter. Feeling to the side of the first bar she felt another, and then another. There was space to reach between them, but not enough to fit her body. Not that it mattered for there was more wood only inches behind. No more than a handspan separated one from the other. The bars continued to her right and left, until they found others, slowly forming a squarish shape, each set of bars backed by heavy timbers all about her. The only light came from a few small cracks between these boards. She sat down in the middle of the cage, for what else could it be? There were no noises she could hear save that of her own breath and a faint creaking noise, and if there was movement, she couldn’t sense it. The darkness was nearly consuming. She could feel her dry throat, and her stomach despite it’s protests earlier growled. There was no food or water, no place to use the bathroom. Not that she needed that right now, but it wasn’t something she relished doing in a place where she would have to lie in. Placing her head in her hands she sobbed slightly. Why her? What’d she ever done? * * * Despite the aching thirst she felt, it was boredom that became her worst enemy. She was unable to keep time, and the darkness pressed about her, making every moment seem like an eternity. Her sense of the world seemed to fade into nothing but the inky darkness that surrounded her, unaware if it had been hours, a day, or longer since she’d awoken in this place. She had no way of telling. She tried singing to keep time, but she found her voice unresponsive and hoarse. Without water to sooth it, she couldn’t maintain a note for more than a moment or two. Counting did no better as she gave up after three hundred and lay back. The darkness pressed in around her, letting her mind play tricks on her. She wondered if she wasn’t already going insane, or perhaps the drugs they had given her were still affecting her. The faint light seemed brighter now, giving her occasion to see flashes of her skin now. Or perhaps her eyes were adjusting to the near darkness. But those glimpses seemed wrong somehow. Her arms, seemed to have shadows cast upon them, ones that did not vanish in the light, dark stripes that conflicted with her rich, ruddy skin tones. Blinking she looked closer, seeing the dark swaths, like someone had taken a paintbrush to her skin and slapped it randomly across her to leave a mix of broad and narrow dark slashes against her smooth skin. Time flickered, her mind no longer comprehending its passage at all. She felt consumed by the feelings her body gave her. Flashes of heat and cold. She rubbed her arms, trying to stay warm, only to feel the prickling sensation of hairs stood on end. But each pass of her fingers felt as if there were more, and thicker hairs. Her mind writhed under the isolation. She knew, but she didn’t know what was happening. She felt as if someone was twisting her, rewriting her. The blood in her ears sounded loud, echoing in her mind, leaving her in a dull haze that no longer cared. She felt the cramps, first in her feet, but then too in her hands. She stretched and flexed them, but to no avail. They too felt odd, different. They moved, but in a way that no longer felt natural, or perhaps now they moved more naturally and she had just never known what was the natural way? She ran her hands down her legs, but the tips of her fingers did not find smooth skin, but rather a rough fur that coated her from hip to the tip of her strange new toes. Perhaps she should panic, but her mind’s delirium counted everything as nothing more than a dream. Her senses dulled by the lack of stimuli. Her mind wandering. It just was what it was for her. She could feel the differences, wiggling her toes against the floorboards, only to hear the clicking noises as her nails, now strangely long, tapped against the wood. Similarly, her hands felt no better, for they too felt strange. Their tips now gracefully curving, long and wickedly sharp. Like claws. No, they were claws. She could feel the same on her toes. Struggling against the morass that glazed over her mind she tried to comprehend what she was feeling, but to no avail, and she slipped back into the haze that held her mind. It was only a dream, after all. * * * She awoke again, some time had passed, but she knew not how much. Trying to right herself, she felt off. Her hips, her spin, all shifted smoothly. Too smoothly. Frustration at the strangeness of the sensation gave way to shock as she felt something move in response. Reaching back, wary of her new claws, she felt her back. The fur had spread here now too, and she slid her hand down her spine, feeling it’s soft curve, until it reached her tail. Yes, her tail. It sat there firmly attached to her backside, a thick muscular tube of fur, lashing as her fingers grabbed it and followed it to the tip, that curled around her. She felt every inch of its length, the weight of it. It was part of her. Again, panic should have come, but it did not. Her mind insisted this could not be real. Another part of her no longer cared. She wanted water, and freedom. Yet another part of her just didn’t believe, or at least didn’t want to. And still? A tiny part of her mind cried out, recognizing the shape that she was. It was not the shape that she knew. This voice in her mind was growing louder, fighting back against the torpor of the others. Fingers roamed up and down her now. The fur lined her limbs and her back, but remained strangely absent from her hips to her shoulders. Rather as she ran her deadly fingertips across her chest, she felt the small rises and nubs that capped them running along a line beneath each breast. Sensitive to her touch in the warm air. She lifted her hands to her face, feeling the tip of her nose. It felt wider now, and oddly as if it were part of her upper lip, pushed outward a touch from her face. Long whiskers emerged from her face too. There responded with delicate sense of the touch, sending signals to her brain that she barely could comprehend. Her ears too had moved, rising now atop her head, as she felt upward, small rounded shapes, not quite triangular but they flicked when she touched them, moving as she felt the strangeness of their location. Seeing her hands back in her lap she lay back against the bars. There was nothing more for her now. She was gone, she knew this. Yet something remained, but she wondered for how long. Insanity gripped her mind, breaking it as she took in what she knew she must be. And the darkness took her again. * * * “Watch it, Bill!” The Earl barked. “I am watching it!” Bill shot back. The crate slowly lifted off its base, swinging over to the truck. “Damn it, Bill! The cable!” Earl screamed at the crane operator. The warning was too late, and a heavy snapping twang rent the air. Men scattered as the cable whipped wildly into piles of pallets, shattering many, sending others flying. Its recoil slashed across the side of a truck, ripping a gash across the side of the door. The screeching of the metal only overshadowed by the heavy booming crash of the crate as it hit the dock. “Oh, fuck!” Earl breathed, looking about the catastrophe. “Is the cargo, okay?” He asked, seeing each of the men rising from the wreckage around them. The five other men each shrugged in turn, looking at the rubble around. The crate lay turned on its side, broken in multiple places. The bars lay knocked free of their housings, and several spilled out from the gaping hole that had been torn in the planking as it had hit the back of the truck and the dock below. The rubble shifted, slowly a shape emerging from the cage, climbing free from the wreckage. It moved gingerly at first, as if unsure of itself, but its confidence gained and eventually it climbed free of the shattered remains of its prison. Dark claws and teeth, sensual and yet deadly. The seven men all stood there, rooted in place as she stretched. * * * She felt badly shaken, but the light had called to her. Creeping out she’d sniffed the surrounds carefully, smelling the sea and the oil that dominated the area. Lifting herself free she stood tall over the remains of her prison, her orange fur gleaming in the afternoon sun, only broken by the dark stripes that ran along her limbs and back. She felt her tail, lazily swaying behind her. She yawned, revealing her sharp teeth. There were men nearby. Seven of them and they stared at her. She gave them but a glance. They were nothing to her now. Her nose twitched as her whiskers felt the breeze. No, she cared only for her freedom. Gazing about herself she saw the line of trees that stood at the edge of the docks. Their broad leaves reminding her of tropical places she had once seen, but something she knew was not her home. The swaying boughs called to her, a place she could hide, a place she could hunt. With no concern for them men, she left, clearing over the tops of them with a single leap, hitting the ground, running towards the dark corpse of trees. Her long legs swaying on sinuous hips, her tail streaming out behind her as the darted into the darkness. And so, she found herself in this place. She knelt to drink from a small creek, sating her thirst. She pondered herself. She was not the lady she was, but neither was she fully the tiger she had become. She was both, and yet neither. She would be herself. With those thoughts she plunged herself deeper into the darkness of the forest, seeking a place to call her own. * * * Back at the docks the men stood in stony silence for a while. The shape that had bound over them, gliding away on swift legs, as if buoyed by the wind itself. It had vanished into the woods, leaving no more trace than the morning mist after the sun arises. It was a long time before any of them dared break the silence or stir from their sports. “Bill.” Earl said quietly over the eerie silence. “Yeah boss?” Bill said, shaking himself out of his torpor. Earl cleared his throat. “You saw nothing, right?” “Yeah, boss, sure. Not a thing.” Bill said, and the other men nodded in agreement. Earl nodded and grabbed the paperwork to report a lost crate. “Good man.”
Sorority Cows Mindy stuck her head out through the kitchen doorway. “Are you sure you want more kale?” “Yes!” Samantha yelled back before turning toward her guest. “So, as you can see we’re a unique sorority, and we offer only the best accommodations on campus.” “But, you’re all cows.” The young pledge stated flatly, looking around at the sisters moving through the house. They were all beautiful women, but each had the horns, ears, tail, and udders of a cow. “Yep!” Samantha nodded. “And if you join us, you’ll be one too.” “Um, what if I don’t want to be a cow?” Chrissy shifted a little uncomfortable at the idea of her body becoming something bovine. “Oh, don’t be silly, there are some amazing perks of being a member of this sorority! You’ll love it.” Samantha seemed enthralled. “Like?” Samantha lowered her voice, “Oh, my god, you would not believe the orgasms as a cow. I mean, out of this world.” “Do I stay a cow forever?” “No, just as long as you’re a pledged member of the sorority.” Chrissy pondered this a minute, “so, until I graduate, then?” “Well, if you really enjoy it, you can keep your status as an active member of our sorority even after graduation. As long as you’re a member in good standing on our roles, you’ll be a cow.” Samantha beamed “I even plan to keep my udder after graduation. I’ve really grown to love it.” “I mean, how to I explain this all to folks?” “You don’t have to! That’s part of the beauty of it. People just accept it. For most folks it’s like they don’t even notice.” “But I noticed!” “Yep, but you’re here in the middle of our house, it kind of enhances people’s awareness of the condition.” “I’m not sure I completely understand. So, I’ll become a cow, but not everyone will know I am a cow, and I can keep being a cow, or not, after college? And for this I’ll end up with killer orgasms?” Chrissy tried to sum it all up. “Pretty much!” Samantha nodded. “I don’t get it; how did this even happen?” “That is an old story.” Samantha said. Chrissy tucked her feet up under herself and settled in to listen. Mindy brought out some salads for lunch, and handed them each one while she joined Holly on the couch. * * * “A long time ago, about 1920 I guess, this sorority was the one of the first on campus. We had the usual dances, and were courted by the guys, and did all the things most sororities did. I suppose you could say that most were in it for the MRS degree, but a good number of our early members went on to be teachers. Anyway, prohibition had just started and it was the beginning of the roaring twenties. Many of our members were the daughters of suffragettes too. It made for a bit of a raucous and unruly crowd at times. Our members were always getting in trouble for what was deemed impropriety. They even had their demerits framed and hung in the halls with an annual ‘Ms. Debauchery’ award every year.” “Now the college was a good way out of town, and there wasn’t much to do here. There was only one motorcar among the girls, and it belonged to a woman named Lillian Marie. Lillian had come to the college two years earlier, and was something of a whirl wind who loved to stir up trouble. She won the title of ‘Ms. Debauchery’ four years running, a feat that has never been equaled. Wherever she went she turned guy’s heads, and set about to making mischief. She was also an accomplished bathtub gin- maker and kept the whole sorority in hooch the entire time she was there. We still have the bathtub, though it’s in the basement now.” “Anyway, one-night Lillian gets a hairbrained idea into her head. You see, there was this old widow that lived off in the woods a couple miles from here. Everyone called her a witch, but she left folks alone and just lived out in this old cabin. Well, Lillian insists going to pull a prank on the old woman. She cooked up a plan, she was going to steal the woman’s old pot. I suppose knowing Lillian she’d called it a cauldron, or some such to make it sound spookier and more mystical. Worse, she cooks this up to happen just a few days before All Hallows Eve.” “So, Lillian gets three other girls, Alice, Florence, and Ruth, into her motor car and drives them out into the woods, stopping maybe a quarter mile down the small rutted road from the cabin. It was dark and they had just a small lantern that they used to pick their way through the darkness. The moon that night was odd, there was something tingling in the air, but the four women, dressed entirely inappropriately in pants and tight shirts went about their way. “They reached the small cabin and found it quiet and dark, only a small glow emanated from the fireplace through an open window. Well, Lillian hoisted up that window and slowly stepped in, her high leather boots only making a slight noise as they touched the wooden floor. Ruth passed her the lantern and climbed in after, while Alice and Florence waited outside.” “It might have been only a dozen steps, but to them it felt like an eternity creeping across that floor. It would squeak and they’d freeze. Reaching the low fire, they found the pot swung out away from the fire, and they hoisted it up. It was heavy, but they managed to bring it to the window. By now the moon looked sickly, covered in a red haze, and both Alice and Florence trembled as they pulled the pot out the window.” “Ruth came next, stepping out lightly, then Lillian Marie. They’d gotten the pot, and the woman was no where to be seen. They stopped a moment to pour out the mixture in the bottom of the pot, making it light enough to carry off, and started to step off the porch when a yowl of a cat met their ears. They froze, and in the dim ruddy moonlight the shadow of the woman rose up before them like a ghost in the darkness.” “How dare you steal from me! She cried at them, her ancient voice sounding like thunder to their ears. You pretentious little fools! Lillian never lost her cool and she and the girls just took off running with the pot in hand. Well, at least for a little bit. They could hear the old woman yelling from behind them. Struggling with the heavy cast iron they managed to make it back to the motor car, pushing the pot into the back they cranked the car and drove back to the sorority house.” “The house was dark, and it was now late. The moon’s odd glow had faded. Still they snuck inside with their ill-gotten cauldron, leaving it atop the table in the dining hall. Congratulating themselves, they headed to bed that night.” “The next morning rose bright but very cold. They started about their household chores that Thursday, ignoring the great black pot that sat on the table. Lillian was in a bright and chipper mood, and was brash as usual, while the three women who went with her seemed to want to forget the night. They’d slept poorly. At Eight sharp they heard a loud rapping on the door. It was Alice who opened it, and she came in holding a tattered parchment, her hands shaking and her face pale. The other girls tried to comfort her, while Lillian read aloud the message.” Foolish mortal women, Stealing from a woman who did you no harm, I curse you now to live with an eternal charm, This hex I do grant to unto you and all your ilk, That thou shall moo, and give quantities of milk. “Lillian laughed at the scrawled bit of bad poetry and crumpled up the note and tossed it in the embers of the fire, only to watch it sit there, unburnt. Instead a slow heavy mist rose about the house, blocking the windows from the morning sun. The stories tell different tales about what exactly happened, but slowly each woman felt the magic come over her. Each woman slowly watched as her sister’s bodies began to change, knowing that she too was undergoing the same strange metamorphosis. It started with their ears, big and floppy, each one watched as they twisted and grew. The horns that sprouted bloodlessly from their temples, curving outward. Their breasts expanded, many doubling in size, while their hips curved outward. Slowly one, then another saw the swish of the tufted tail behind the backside of another. Finally, the udders grew in. Their belts and waistbands snapped as each grew a bulging pink udder from their bellies.” “But Lillian? She fared worse, as did her three compatriots who had led the prank. And the curse sought them out. While the others kept much of their humanity, each found themselves the bearer of hooved feet, and small spots rose across their bodies. Slowly they found that their voices gave way too moos. They could still talk, but it was constantly punctuated by the lowing of cattle.” “It took days for them to realize the extent of the spell. No one who wasn’t part of the sorority seemed to notice or care. They became the ‘special girls’, though no one was quite sure why. Some tried to end the curse, seeking out the witch, but no trace of her or her cabin could be found. The caldron itself disappeared one night, with only a dark scorch on the table. For a while they debated ending the sorority, but that was turned down. By this point many of the women had found they liked the changes. So it was that over time we chose rather than to think of this as a curse, but instead a blessing. Even Lillian seemed to come around to her bovine side by the end of things, continuing her lewd and lascivious lifestyle through the end of college.” * * * “And that’s the tale” Samantha finished. “Wow,” Chrissy said. “And for a hundred years this has been going on?” “Yeppers!” Samantha took a bite of her salad, munching happily, her big cow ears bobbing as she chewed. Chrissy looked over at Holly and Mindy who were giggling on the couch, sipping diet cokes and looking happy. They were knock outs, big breasted, big hipped, but curvy in all the right ways. Their tails twitched around their sides; their ears shook when they laughed. Their horns were bright and pearly. Most of all, their outfits showed off those big pink udders that each of them had. “And if I join?” “Just like us. I promise, it’s more than worth it.” “So, what do I do, if I want to join?” Samantha shifted her legs, moving from a reclining position in the chair to a more upright posture. Her udder, perhaps the biggest in the room, slumped forward between her legs and draped over the front of the chair. The four teats long and supple. “Why, you come have a drink.” Chrissy licked her lips, unsure. She stared a moment, then slowly got down on her knees in front of Samantha’s bulbous udder. A faint sheen of liquid graced the tip of the teats. Slowly she took ahold of one, and taking a deep breath she slid her mouth over the teat. She sucked slightly and the first warm spurts of milk hit her tongue. It was sweet, creamy, and not quite at all how she imagined. She slowly started to drink down more. She became oblivious to the surroundings. Slowly around her the women of the sorority gathered. Samantha mooing contentedly as her teats were drained one by one. The changes were rapidly overcoming their pledge. Horns ripped from her temples; her ears twisted outward into large floppy cow’s ears. Holly slid down beside her and undid her bra, letting her expanding breasts breath as they pulsed outward. Then she and Mindy undid the pledge’s pants, slipping them down and around her legs. Chrissy barely acknowledged it save to sift to hands and knees. Her hips and backside were already starting to plump up. Her nether lips grew too, giving her a fecund but lewd sexuality, already dripping with desire. The tail began to sprout too, slowly snaking its way out of her, before ending it its own little tuft. Last of all the bulge began, and her udder began to grow, her teats popping free of the mass, dangling low enough to sweep the floor with their tips. The Chrissy only shuddered at the sensation, rubbing her thighs together, even as the milk from Samantha’s teats gave way. Chrissy released the last teat, wiping away the dribbles of milk from her mouth. She felt different even as Samantha rose above her, gently pulling Chrissy up to stand next the head cow. “Welcome to Mu Omicron Omicron, sister Chrissy. Ladies, greet your new sister!” Samantha intoned ritualistically. A chorus of moos rose from the assembled sisters as they gathered about their newest member.
(Fx2 tf multiple hyper parts) Beth and Sarah wandered into the woods late at night, bumping into each other often as they were both so drunk they were practically bouncing off one another to stay upright. They were going to cut across the back yards to get back to their own place much further down the block than the party, but when they wandered outside they forgot what they were doing and just kept going straight. Sarah walked in a small circle, furrowing her brows. "Where did teh part... party go?" Beth chuckled. "We left the party, dumbass. We are... in somewhere, I dunno. Why are we walking so muuuuch. I am tired." She flopped over a large boulder. "You can't sleep there Beth! We are have to go to the... somewhere, because beds are nice- hic!" "I can't see your bed from here! It's too daaaaark." Sarah took out her cell phone, almost fumbling it. She mashed buttons in the general area of the app she wanted, using muscle memory to find her way to the flashlight app. As soon as she did though, it only flashed white a moment and then an almost naked woman appeared curled up on the screen, looking around confused. Sarah furrowed her brow again. "Hey, I didn't have any women on here before... who is you?" The woman looked at her through the screen, then around herself some more, looking a bit uneasy. "I uh... I am Jhul, a genie. I don't really know where I am..." On her side it was just a solid white void. "I guess whatever this is, is your era's equivalent of a lamp. Something must have happened to my original lamp, preventing it from being used." Beth stood up and dashed over, almost tackling Sarah by accident, relying a bit too heavily on her friend to hold her up. "Wait so grant can y- you grant wishes? I can be a moneyanair?!" Jhul looked queasy. Why did she have to always get the drunks? "Yea... you can wait though. Till you are... I don't know... sober enough to speak actual English?" Sarah threw her arms up, almost forgetting she was holding the phone. "I wanna be big enough thingy so I can make out with Beth!" Beth laughed. "Yur sexy. I wanna fuck too~" "No, your sexeh, rawr~!" Sarah tackled Beth to the ground- which was more like them just stumbling over each other and started kissing. The phone just fell to the ground beside them and Jhul let out a long, tired sigh. "At least they saved a wish to undo this later..." They rolled apart a moment and Sarah motioned both hands to her crotch like she was cradling a giant phallus. "And I wanna be BIG! Hahaha~" Jhul cringed. "You... guys know that is three wishes, right? All of them? You can't just state multiple wishes and claim it as part of a single wi-" "Make it so, Scotty!" "Yea, beam me up already, haha." Jhul let out an exhausted whine like a wounded animal and activated her magic. She was... fairly sure what they wanted. Obviously sexual, right? They wanted to have big sexual bits, and be able to take one another. Alright. Jhul is physically incapable of denying them, regardless of how idiotic the wishes may be, she is at the service of whoever has the lamp. Beth gasped as she felt her nipples tighten suddenly. They felt rock hard, like someone was rubbing ice cubes on them. They were bloating up from internal pressure though- so they were hot, not cold. They pushed against her loose top causing her to thrust her chest forward from the feeling- sparking even more as they rubbed against the fabric. Sarah seen the change and scrawled up on her hands and knees and grabbed the nipples through the shirt and pulled! Beth moaned loudly and her nipples swelled even larger! Lines stretched across the front of Sarah's own top now, as her breasts swelled larger slowly but surely. Her own nipples did not change in size at all, but seemed to be getting unusually sensitive! Because her breasts were swelling, her nipples were getting pushed against the inside of her top as well. Soon it felt like Sarah was holding onto two fingers through Beth's top- her nipples were huge! They itched with blood pressure as they just kept swelling larger, and the increased surface area caused the pleasure nerves to branch, making it feel better and better! They got so big they bent against her shirt, finally forcing her to reach down and yank her top up to rest on top of her handful sized breasts! Her nipples had been soft powder brown, but now they were dark brown and her areola stretched into a soft dome at the base! When she seen them directly her breathing became rapid in confused arousal. She knew something was wrong but was too drunk and horny to actually piece together what. Each nipple was as big around as a one dollar coin, and longer than any of her fingers! Even cow teats aren't quite that big! Once the shirt was off them, they twanged back to sticking straight out. When Sarah flicked them they bounced around before jiggling back into their straight-out position. They were spongy and rubbery, but stiff from pressure. Beth swat her hands away because she was being too gentle- it was an agonizing tease. Beth grabbed both her nipples, wrapping her full hand around them and yanked them away over and over, stretching the nerves inside- scratching the itch they felt. It almost looked like someone jacking off two dicks. Their porous surface made them look sort of like tiny pool noodles. Sarah's own top was starting to hinder her breathing, because it was being pulled tighter by her swelling boobs! Her nipples were so sensitive she squirmed uncontrollably whenever the fabric moved against her, so she decided to yank her own top up like Beth had. She had a much harder time getting it off! She crossed her arms across her boobs to grab the bottom of her shirt and had to shimmy the fabric back and forth to yank it around the increasingly round curve of her tits. Once they popped out, her breasts dropped into her lap! Each one was easily the size of her head and still growing! Her areola had been the same soft brown as Beth but was changing in the opposite direction! Instead of getting darker, hers were turning lighter and blushing- going from soft brown to pink, and then to magenta. The areola swelled up separately from her breasts, forming soft hills. Again though- her nipples did not alter size, so as the areola swelled larger her nipples sunk deeper in, and with a feeling like someone flicking them hard- they popped in entirely! Her nipples inverted. Sarah scrunched up her face and squeezed her tits as it felt like something was growing inside of them. She felt movement on the inside and a sudden expansion moving from her nipples to deeper inside- this caused her breasts to pull from tear drop shaped to more spherical and rise slightly out of her lap when they were forced rounder. Their weight oddly was not increasing as this growth was going on- their mass was not actually changing, just shape and structure. She started to feel her own itchy need for touch from her nipples. Her areola puffed up even more, with a plush cleft in the middle where her nipples used to stick out from. She reached up and touched them and was surprised at how deep the cleft was! Her fingers slipped inside and it felt... slippery? Moist? Her nipples felt ultra sensitive and had migrated to the top of the cleft. Before Sarah could figure out what happened through her drunken haze, Beth exclaimed she needed to rub her mega nipples on her soft tit flesh and fell over on top of Sarah! Beth's nipples were now as long as her entire hand, and sunk completely into the openings at the front of Sarah's tits! Both women cried out in surprised pleasure and arched their chest out- causing Beth's nipples to penetrate deeper and the two sets of boobs collide and squish together at the front! Sarah's nipples were now clits! Her areola were puffy labia- her boobs grew into huge vulvas on her chest, and Beth's giant nipples were so large they can be used as dicks! Beth was fucking Sarah, both using their breasts! The first two wishes were to be able to have sex, and that they would fit each other perfectly, so this is what they got. Sarah made another wish though- motioning to her crotch and saying she wanted to be big. Beth held herself up with an arm on either side of Sarah and was basically doing push-ups; dropping herself on Sarah to penetrate her over and over with her mega nipples. Lube drooled from Sarah's pussy tits and smeared over both of their breasts, making them shiny and slick. Sarah was changing again, but this time much lower! Her clit swelled large, forcing its hoodie to pop off which caused its bare surface to touch her panties, making her moan sharply. Since Beth was in control of their tit fuck, she had her hands free to frantically feel around to grab her panties and get them off before the overly sharp pleasure drove her nuts. The clit has its own hood of flesh because it is generally too sensitive to be touched directly- but hers now outgrew the hood considerably. As it continued to grow chubby veins bulged around the base trying to sustain it, and it grew longer now more so than thicker. It changed from a large marble in shape to more of a tube with a slightly bulbous end. It grew so long it stared to make her thrust her hips and squirm uncontrollably again as it rubbed on her skirt, pushing the fabric further and further up. It got a bit thicker toward the tip, so it was not perfectly rod-shaped, but more closely resembling a small baseball bat. The veins on its surface throbbed aggressively and fattened larger, spreading further around the giga clit. The skirt finally flopped off it entirely, pushed aside from its gigantic size! It was so large now that when it twitched from a powerful throb, it slapped against Beth's pussy above! Beth paused a moment to look back at it and froze for several long seconds trying to understand what she was looking at. It looked just like a baseball bat, except covered in fat veins and throbbing. It did not just resemble a bat in shape now- it was actually so large that it matched it in size as well! Beth was quick to yank her pants down and sit on it, but paused immediately when she felt the round end plap over her vaginal opening. That was... much too big. It was slowing to a stop but it actually was still growing a bit, and it already did not fit. If Sarah tried to cram that into her, she would tear! Jhul knew this already though- and their previous wish still affected this luckily. They had wished to be perfect fits for each other. Beth grunt and thrust her hip down slightly on reflex, grinding against the growing end of Sarah's throbbing meat bat. Beth's pussy clenched on its own and blood rushed into her vulva, causing her pubic mound to swell out and blush pink. Her pussy started drooling and relaxed, but continued to swell outward! Though the giant clit still did not fit inside- the rapidly fattening labia swallowed it up and progressed down over the end on their own, like soft rubbery pillows. Beth's own clit grew, but only to match her pussy, so its proportions remained normal, swelling up into a large marble in size. There was a surge of automatic pleasure and pressure up into Beth and her upper crotch swelled outward to make room! Her entire vaginal passage was increasing in size, deforming her torso slightly to accommodate! Suddenly the giga clit made a wet popping sound and burst into Beth! The pleasure spike was so powerful her legs collapsed out from under her and she unintentionally skewered herself on the clit! A huge bulge rammed out just under her belly button as the round end of the clit slammed into the side of her inner pussy! Sarah bottomed out, but Beth's extremely huge pussy ground her fat labia into Sarah's own. Beth's nipples penetrated Sarah, and Sarah's clit penetrated Beth! The two ground and thrust their bodies together in wave motion, penetrating and being penetrated at different points. The forest was filled with wet squelching sounds as they slapped their plush tender flesh together. Jhul sighed and shrugged. Her job was done here. As stupid as the wishes were- at least they were having fun with it, and no one got hurt. Jhul has granted more dumb wishes than smart ones- and the worst of them often resulted in someone's destruction, so compared to that at least; this wasn't that bad. Although, since neither of them actually had a dick, there was no true climax. They were both female so fully able to climax multiple times- there would be no defined end to this, they would just keep fucking till they exhausted each other into falling asleep. Jhul shrugged and then blinked out of existence from the tiny screen. At least they were a perfect fit for each other.
New Found Facet Rachel opened the door of her sorority house and stepped inside, book bag tightly held beneath one arm. Her adrenaline was high, her fight or flight response geared up for the challenge that waited within; getting up the stairs and to her room without any of the shallow, vapid, wastes of space without being roped into commenting on a new shade of eye shadow, or a discussion over how a sorority sister ought to be able to get out of a speeding ticket because she was 'special.' Out of all the sisters, Rachel was quite sure the term 'special' applied to them only in regards to their pre-college education. The sorority and the house had been set up by a bunch of well off individuals who wanted a place for their daughters to stay on campus about 50 years prior. If the current generation was any indication, it was likely to get the obnoxious pests out of their hair. Rachel's parents weren't rich, her uncle had weaseled and finagled his way into what way left of her great-grandfather's fortune, but her mother and grandmother had been a part of the sorority, so she got in out of principle. While the rest seemed to just be coasting through college to fulfill the conditions of their trust funds, Rachel was actually interested in education. She was majoring in paleontology, with an interest in dinosaur fossils. With the sound of footsteps not present, Rachel ran up the stairs, stopping on the second floor to peek into the lounge, just to make sure no one was watching to door to call out to her and rope her into some stupid discussion about whatever empty-headed celebrity had done something stupid and newsworthy today. Her eyes widened at the sight of Amber and Cassidy on the couch, both topless and in their usual short skirts. They were kissing; passionately. And over in the corner Veronica sat in the recliner, Lyndsey's head between her legs. She hadn't pegged any of the four as lesbians, but considering how much they drank on Fridays, she wasn't really surprised. Taking advantage of the attention of the four focused on each other, Rachel crept up the stairs to the third floor, where she heard pleasured moans and gasps. She winced and walked by Bethany's room, trying not to look. Her neighbor was upside down on the floor, back pressed up against her dresser, legs spread, pumping a beer bottle in and out of herself. Her tongue lolled out, and her breasts and belly glistened with her love juices. Rachel rolled her eyes; they had probably gone beyond beer this time. She made a mental note to not drink anything that didn't come from a tap. She tried the knob to what had been the house's master bedroom, which she shared with her obnoxious roommate Tiffany, and found the door locked. She pulled out her key, fixed the problem, and stepped inside, locking it behind her. She was surprised, Tiffany usually left it unlocked when she left, which was essentially an invitation for her sorority sisters to come in and paw through their things. Taking a deep breath, Rachel noticed a scent that she hadn't really noticed until now. It had been in the house the moment she had stepped through the front door, and had only grown stronger; probably a new perfume that Tiffany had slathered herself with. But oddly this one didn't make her nose and sinuses burn. It smelled quite nice. It made her skin flush with sudden warmth. She heard a muffled sob from around the corner; she turned and peered into the small alcove where Tiffany's bed was. On it was a large, scaly creature, trying and failing to hit its massive, green scaled body beneath a comforter that was too tiny for the job. Its tail stuck out, as did the spikes on its back. It was also the source of the pleasant scent. The warmth the smell stirred up in Rachel had traveled to her loins, which explained why her sorority sisters were busy pleasuring each other, or themselves. Rachel let off a soft gasp, trying to hold back from virtually pouncing the creature before her. The creature lifted its head and peered out from beneath the blanket, looking at Rachel with eight watery eyes and a tear soaked muzzle. "G-go away, Rachel. I'm a monster." Tiffany whimpered, "I'm a huge, creepy, spidery, dinosaur thing." She said, shuddering, "A creepy dino-thing with a huge cock and I think I'm putting out something that makes people horny." Rachel grinned and pulled off the comforter, revealing Tiffany's entire body. A well muscled, seven foot frame, four arms with three fingered hands, wickedly clawed feet, a long, tapering, reptilian tail, a long, sinuous neck with a muzzle to match, and as promised, a large, thick, beautifully bestial cock. The human quivered with lust and desire, her arousal no longer purely motivated by Tiffany's scent. She smiled and reached down, taking one of Tiffany's scaly, clawed hands in her own. "I don't think you're a monster, you look a little weird and you're..." Rachel took a deep breath and mmmed softly, "Putting off something that's got the whole sorority in a lustful tizzy. But I think you're pretty cute." "R-really?" Tiffany asked, snuffling, her eyes drying. Rachel nodded, "I love dinosaurs, and you are most definitely one." She said, releasing Tiffany's hand to run a hand over her scaled flank, down her leg, to take a sickle-clawed foot in both hands. "You're mostly Deinonychus, I think. One of the Raptors, anyway; and the plates on your back and the spikes on your tail are Stegosaurian. You're definitely not a monster. You're made up of bits from mundane creatures." Rachel explained, slipping into the bed alongside Tiffany, wrapping her arms around her transformed roommate. Tiffany sighed happily, pulling Rachel tightly against her with all four hands. A low, rattling purr escaped her throat, making the human giggle. "See? I don't think a monster would make happy noises when you snuggled it!" The saurian continued to purr and began to nuzzle Rachel's neck, drawing a soft gasp from the human. "Sometimes people just need a hug to remind them to feel good about themselves." Rachel explained, resting her head on Tiffany's scaled shoulder. The dino-herm's nuzzling gave way to licking, which made Rachel moan with delight. She took Tiffany's muzzle in her hands and gently brought it to her lips, which met Tiffany's. Rachel's tongue cautiously exploring the sharp teeth contained within. Tiffany's eyes widened, surprised at the tender kiss. But she found herself enjoying it, her new body responding to the presence of a small, aroused, lustful female with increasing desire. She had been able to ignore the low throbbing of her cock for quite some time, leaving it alone to drip precum while Tiffany contemplated her plight. But with the opportunity for sex so near, she found herself losing the battle. Not that she minded. One pair of hands slipped down to grip Rachel's rump, the other pair removing the human's shirt. Rachel had been at the limits of her willpower, trying to keep from tearing off her clothes and ravishing the sexy 'saur before her. She didn't have to hold back any longer. Rachel's hands found Tiffany's member, the large, bestial length wonderfully warm and sticky. She scooted down, allowing it to press against her belly, and as Tiffany removed Rachel's bra, her breasts as well. The cock's heat seemed to seep into Rachel. She longed to have it inside her, needed it inside her. Nothing mattered except for the near-burning ache in her pussy. Rachel wriggled, the fabric of her panties and jeans providing a fraction of the stimulation she needed. IT also made it difficult for Tiffany to get Rachel's pants off. The human grew increasingly frustrated while the dinosaurian fumbled, "You have claws, just tear them off!" she virtually growled, continuing to writhe against Tiffany. The herm whimpered and nodded, unable to say anything in reply; the way Rachel moved with Tiffany's cock sandwiched between their bodies and Rachel's breasts felt so wonderful. Tiffany slipped her claws into the waistband of Rachel's jeans, running them down her legs, easily slicing the canvas. The touch of the claws tickled Rachel, making her giggle and move more, which drove Tiffany to the edge of her climax. The dino had left her cock unattended, aching, in need of caress for several hours, she was naturally sensitive and the wait had her on a hair trigger. She couldn't hold it back, and with a loud roar, released her pent up need, covering the two in her hot, thick, gooey seed. As the first droplets touched her skin, Rachel cried out as well, arching her back, pressing against Tiffany as hard as she good, wanting to feel that slick, sweet seed against her bare skin. She rubbed against her lover, delighting in the sensation of smooth, sticky scales against her. Neither noticed the seed soaking into Rachel, leaving a light green stain wherever it touched. But Rachel felt the warmth seeping into her body, spreading out into her bones and muscles, coaxing them to grow and stretch. With a growl of her own, she pushed Tiffany over onto her back, the dino's spines ripping and tearing the foam mattress. "I... I need you inside me." Rachel said, half pleading, half explaining. Tiffany just nodded, gripping Rachel's hip with two hands, and her member with the others, guiding her lover and her cock to meet one another. Rachel's muscles turned to water as the thick dino-prick entered her. She clung to the larger saurian, her head between Tiffany's plentiful breasts. With each thrust of Tiffany's member into her, Rachel felt her body shift. She pushed herself up, straddling Tiffany in the cowgirl position. Her now clawed hands gripped her lover's breasts, more for balance than for the need to add to Tiffany's pleasure. All that mattered was her climax, her climax and her transformation. Rachel began to reciprocate Tiffany's thrusts, pushing herself upward as the dino-herm pulled out. Her legs gave off a few loud pops as the bone shifted, growing thicker to accommodate the muscles of a running predator, altering to give her the speedy digigrade stance. The green stain darkened, spreading over her legs as her toes began to merge. Her nails darkened and grew, becoming sharp, powerful claws. Claws that tore at the mattress as Rachel clenched and unclenched her toes in pleasure. She let out a soft growl of pleasure as she felt herself beginning to grow. Each pump of her heart, each piercing of her cervix, each breath drawn into her lungs made Rachel's body surge with growth. She grew taller, heavier, her skin becoming greener as her size and shape began to more closely match Tiffany's. Within moments Rachel had equaled Tiffany's size. An incredible surge of pleasure down her spine made Rachel cry out, with a wet sound something pierced through her skin at the base of her spine, quickly growing out and blossoming into a gorgeous, thick, tail with scales of leaf green and lavender. Like a snake shedding its skin, Rachel human covering grew thinner and fell away in strips, turning to dust in the air as her scales solidified beneath them. Both saurians were rapidly approaching climax. As Rachel face and neck reformed, granting her the same sinuous neck and beautiful muzzle as Tiffany, their eyes met. Both leaned forward, muzzles meeting in a kiss, long tongues curling around one another. Rachel felt heat rise anew in her loins, something unseen growing and shifting. She had a guess as to what it was, but didn't care as her world became awash with the sensation of her climax. It overwhelmed her sense, her vision going white; the sounds of their shared roars of delight faded to nothingness. Her entire being drifted on an endless sea of purest physical bliss. The two raptoresses held one another close as their bodies quivered with the aftershocks of their mighty climaxes. There was a new scent on the air, a second sweet, musky, heat-inducing fragrance joining the first in the air. Rachel was no longer overcome with lust at the scent of Tiffany. The new raptor grinned a fanged grin, taking two of Tiffany's hands in her own. Rachel new, dark green member throbbed between her legs. She stood up and pulled Tiffany up along with her, nodding towards the door. "Anyone who can make a girl feel that good can't possibly be a monster." She purred, nuzzling Tiffany's neck with her snout. The spider-dino nodded, her lime green cheeks turning emerald, "I... guess not" she admitted shyly. Rachel chuckled and lead Tiffany to the door, "I think we ought to show our sister the new us. It'll help quell those lingering doubts you have. I don't think we'll get one complaint from any of them." Tiffany smiled, "And maybe we could help our sorority sisters find the new them as well?" she asked. Rachel reached up and stroked Tiffany's cheek, "Of course, lover, of course."
The Machine 3: Living Sex Toy Her fingers ached. The papers were almost all signed. She flipped the last pages to the little sticky arrow that read ‘sign here’. The pen scratched across the line leaving her signature. Her last signature. She was all in now. Aaron’s heavy hands rested on her shoulders. She reached up and touched them gently, realizing that she’d never feel them that way again. She wondered if she was making the right decision. But she felt she was. It was the life she wanted. As usual Aaron’s impassive face was almost unreadable. He’d originally been against the whole idea, but after two years he’d finally agreed. She nuzzled his rough hands, feeling them grip her shoulders. She knew he wasn’t entirely happy with her choice, but he supported her and he promised that he’d always care for her. “Ma’am, this way. Sir, if you’d wait in the lobby until we’re done. Thank you.” The slender man said as he collected the forms. Aaron nodded stoically, turning towards her. She gave him a lingering kiss and a firm hug, feeling his muscles tense beneath his shirt. The hug finally separated, her hands drifting away from his slowly as she turned to follow her guide into the building. With a nod of his graying head, the man opened the door and ushered her into the hallway and towards the back of the building. She turned her head once to see a last glimpse of Aaron as he watched her leave. She wondered if it would be the last glimpse of him ever. Tears welled up as the emotions warred within her. She’d wanted this so long. The cumulation of years of repressed sexual desires fought with the things she was going to have to give up to achieve her dream. She’d spent years thinking about this and she couldn’t wait any longer. The last door opened leading her into a sterile room, dominated by the device everyone only knew as ‘the machine’. She’s spent so many times looking at pictures, it almost stunned her how normal it looked. Most folks she’d talked to said it was like a cross between an MRI machine and a tanning booth. Looking at it, she could see why. She bit her lip, a certain flash of desire pounding through her as her heart raced at the thought of really going through with this. “A technician will be with you shortly. Please take a moment to disrobe.” The man quietly slid out of the room. She only nodded, almost afraid to speak her own voice. She slipped herself out of her clothes. She’d actually worn some of her favorite things today as a kind of final good bye to them. They weren’t the trendiest looks, but she loved them anyway. She’d miss the boots most, but she’d not need them again. She sat naked in the single chair and waited. It wasn’t long before a stout older woman entered. The woman wore a stereotypical lab coat and had short spiky purple hair. “Good morning, Ms. Miller.” Her voice was chipper. She had a slightly upturned nose and her ears looked a little pointed. “Uh, hi.” Jill reflexively covered her breasts and closed her legs tighter. “Relax, Ms. Miller, I’ve seen it all. We strive to make you as comfortable as possible here. I’m your technician, Edyth, and I’m here to answer any last questions you have before we start your procedure.” Her tone was professional, but warm and friendly. She was obviously well practices in this. “I, well, I’ve been told it will hurt. Is that true?” Her fingers twitched a little. “Well, the never versions of the machine are a lot less painful than the original, but I have to admit you’re going to push the limits of our little creative system here. I expect there will be a fair bit of pain at moments, but we’ll try to make you as comfortable as possible.” Edyth set about messing with a control panel in the corner, making numerous adjustments as she read from a piece of paper. Jill watched her for a moment. “Did you go through it?” “Yep, sure did. Almost all the techs except Brian and the new girl, hmm, Lisa? I think that’s her name, have been through. Never figured out why Brian has avoided it, but hey, his choice. So, you’re curious? Want to see what I did?” There was a devious glint in Edyth’s eyes. “Um, yeah, I’ve only met a few folks who’ve been through the thing and most of them are pretty, well, furry, and so I’m curious what other people have done. I know a lady in my building is sort of a cow now, she’s got an udder and everything.” Jill felt better starting to talk. “Oh, don’t worry your head about asking. We’re all told this is part of the gig. Kind of a last advertisement to keep people from getting cold feet. Well, unless that’s what they wanted.” She dropped open her lab coat revealing her naked body. Eight breasts ran down her front. As Jill looked, Edyth smiled, revealing the thick tusk-like teeth that hid inside her jowls. “Nice eh? I’ve got the little cute tail too.” “You’re a pig.” Jill stated before realizing that could be taken offensively by the porcine woman. But the woman wasn’t the least bit offended. “A fat and happy one! You wouldn’t believe the orgasms. They weren’t kidding about them lasting. Damn.” She chortled. “Wow.” “Yep! I love it. Hubby is pretty happy with it too since I want sex a lot more now than when we got married.” She made a lewd gesture and laughed. “Alright, unless you have any other questions, lets get you settled in. This is going to be a big one.” Jill nodded and let herself be led to the machine. She climbed in, the soft padding sinking under her. Edyth patted her hand, and slowly closed her into the dark space. Only the faintest glow emanated inside keeping Jill from feeling completely unnerved. Slowly she could hear the machine’s hum as it started to power up. The lights began to rhythmically flash inside, and she could feel the interior beginning to press into her. Pricking began along her skin, at first it wasn’t much, just a light dusting, but soon piercing pain shot through her heels, wrists, and the back of her skull. There was no turning back now, she knew as she let out a scream that slowly cut off as her voice ceased to work. Slowly the pain lessened, but her vision was growing dim. She could hear the whir of the machine still, but it too was fading. Instead she felt herself. Her skin, always sensitive now felt a thousand times more sensitive. Her body was being slowly manipulated, changed. Her chest felt compressed, her neck too. She could no longer feel her fingers or toes, and each moment more of her vanished from her sense. The darkness had consumed her now, and she could only feel the vibration. A vibration that sent shivers through her cunt. She could feel it now dominating her. It was the only thing left that mattered to her. The pressure continued, more of her world slowly dragged into the sense of her being one with her sexuality. Her choice, her desire overwhelmed. She could feel herself dripping. Muscles she had never realized she had sprung to life; she could feel herself opening and closing hungrily. Everything became about pleasure. The rest faded. Slowly pressing into herself. She twitched, her body flexing lightly, bulging a little, but she could now feel her pussy dominate her shape. Its lips growing even as the rest of her withered away. She’d lost all sense of time. There was no time. Only a desire. To be loved, to be held, to be fucked. She wanted to giggle, but she knew that it was a skill lost to her. She was only barely aware by the change in the pressure that the machine was done. She sat there, her cunt drooling lewdly as she waited. The air current telling her that the lid had been opened. She tingled with anticipation. * * * “Mr. Miller?” “Yes?” He looked up at the slender man who’d taken his wife away. “She’s done. Would you please come collect your wife?” “Yeah.” He put his hands upon his knees and thrust himself up out of the chair, his bulk making his aging knees protest. Following the man, he was brought to a room. The man opened the door but made no move to walk in himself. Aaron looked at him for a moment, and walked in as the man gestured, he should. The room was empty except for the device and a chair, which was occupied by a short woman with purple hair. He looked at her. “Ah Mr. Miller I presume. I’m just here to make sure you know you have some time to cope. I’ll be in the next room.” She pointed to a small doorway he’d missed. “But I’m going to leave you to spend a few moments with your wife. She’s going to want you to be the first to touch her.” He nodded again. She stepped over behind a control panel and pushed a button. A hiss echoed in the small room as the machine released its lid. The woman nodded once and slipped off though the door. Slowly he lifted the lid, not sure what he’d expected. Inside sat a large pink sphere, maybe the size of a bowling ball. He reached out and touched it gently, feeling it quiver under his touch. He ran his fingers along it, feeling it react, pressing itself ever so slightly into him. Not much but noticeable. Gripping it on each side he felt it tremble. Turning it, he saw the full thick lips of a giant cunt dominating one side, drooling lightly. The pungent scent hit his nose, and he could feel himself hardening. He played with the lips a moment. They tensed and released, the clit throbbing. He gave it a gentle rub too watching the ball pulse. He wasn’t sure yet, but it seemed excited. Maybe she was still in there after all. He’d work on learning to understand her, but he knew what she wanted. She wanted this and she wanted him to be her caretaker. Gently he scooped up her dress from the back of the chair and lifted the fleshy sphere into it. He saw no sign of anus, mouth, nose or eyes. Just that giant dripping cunt that split the sphere nearly in half He wasn’t even sure how to take care of her yet, but he would learn. Wrapping her loosely he could feel her shift into him, almost as if attracted to his body warmth. The musk from her dripping still filling the room and now seeping into the dress. He knocked on the door. The woman with the purple hair opened it and handed him a packet. “You’ll need this to care for her.” “Yeah, I’m not really sure how.” “Oh, it won’t be hard. Her body is designed for sex. So, give it to her, daily at least. She’ll feed off it, and her system is super-efficient so there won’t be any waste you need to clean up. Just remember to bath her at least once a day. She’ll absorb the extra fluids she needs from that. And keep her warm and safe.” He nodded. “Is she…” He stopped a moment, “is she still in there?” His voice carried something of a pleading tone. “She is. She’s not going to be much of a conversationalist, her brain is now limited to basal functions mostly, but a small part of who she was is still there. She can remember, and over time you’ll learn ways to communicate with her.” “That’s… thank you, that’s comforting. I’m going to miss her voice.” “I can understand that. It’s hard adjusting when someone you love has chosen a very drastic change like this. It’s not often we see ones so extreme, but it definitely does happen. In the packet I put a card for a support group of spouses. We can’t officially recognize or recommend them, but well, it was her choice but you’re affected too. Get some support for your feelings, but remember she is there for you.” A bit numb now, and a little uncomfortable with how horny he felt holding a gaping cunt in his arms, he nodded once more and stepped out into the hallway with his wife in his arms. * * * Inside her new self, Jill was thrilled. She could feel every touch, every moment, and she was utterly beholden to her lover now. Her kinky desire to be a living sex toy had been realized. Her ultimate expression of her submission. She ached for more of his touch. She hoped he’d use her every day, multiple times a day. She was not disappointed when she felt him unwrap her from the dress again. She could feel his touch, caressing each part of her lips. Slowly pulling here, rubbing there. She drooled and shook in anticipation. When she finally felt him slid his clock into her, she knew she had been absolutely right. Her cunt gulped down the cock, pressing around it, demanding it cum over and over again in her. She reveled in the orgasmic bliss. Her clit throbbing in pace with the contractions of each increasingly powerful orgasm. And nothing made her happier than when he finally came into her, her body sucking down his juices, feeding her own desired even more. She was his little pussy-ball, and she wanted to be used. She’d been such a bad girl, and now she’d be his toy forever.
“Goodness, that’s… that’s quite a lot, isn’t it?” Cynthia had expected to grow quite a bit after she got the news, and even though she was well aware of how much her belly had ballooned over the past month, it was only after drawing the fourth weekly line on the wall that the cow’s progress truly sunk in. Having decided to keep a record by way of pressing herself sideways against the wall and drawing around the contours of her belly, the bovine had the pleasure of stepping back and seeing just how big her baby bump had become in such a short timeframe. She was told it was going to be like that, what with her unique genes deciding to kick in at the most inopportune of moments to “bless” her with a pregnancy that would shatter records. Cynthia would’ve preferred if she got some extra size to her bosom or even more junk in her modest trunk, honestly; having those many mouths to feed just waiting to be delivered was a nightmare in the making, even if she knew she’d love each and every last one of those little devils. Her gravid belly was already so heavy that her back had been complaining for several days, making it significantly harder to get up from bed as the calendar went by. The cravings were insane as well, the cow living up to her heritage in the weirdest way possible as she devoured bucket after bucket of vanilla ice-cream, so much of it ending up on her ass and thighs that Cynthia had more or less given up trying to keep a slim figure; at least, she thought, it would help with the birth… or not, maternity was a subject she was somewhat inexperienced with. That’s what the classes were for, she assumed. At the very least she was finally getting a bit of a dream come true, as her body had decided that one month into the pregnancy was already a great time for her to start producing milk; not just that, but doing so at such an insane rate that the bovine could barely go through a single afternoon before the pressure became unbearable. And as if that weren’t enough, she had her mother nagging her every other day about keeping her breast milk bottled up until she could find her a dehydrator; something about storing it up for later use or something, Cynthia almost always tuned out whatever her mom was saying when she went on a long, cooing rant about how her little girl was finally growing up and how amazing it was to be a grandmother. Oddly enough, Paul was never there when that happened, always finding an excuse to go to the bathroom or help out her dad at mowing a lawn that hadn’t been touched in years, instead of helping his wife climb out of an awkward situation. She didn’t mind, though; poor guy was already overwhelmed by the news that he’d be a father to at least ten children, he didn’t need to start locking horns with someone who had decades of experience arguing with people over completely pointless subjects. He had enough of that at home, Cynthia thought with a chuckle. Well, with the measurements done, it was time to go to work, hoping that day would be the one her boss finally decided to let her stay home. “It’s only the first month,” he kept saying, despite the fact that her shirts were very clearly stretched out over that gravid belly of hers, the cow needing to center herself and take several deep breaths in order not to snap at the man for how oblivious he was being. At least she was getting plenty of experience working under pressure, both literally and figuratively. Fortunately for her, though she wasn’t so lucky as to be sent home that day, it wouldn’t take long before even her numbskull of a boss had to concede; Cynthia’s pregnancy was progressing far faster than even her doctors had assumed it would, and the cow was already looking like eight or nine months had passed when her second one had barely even started. Everyone in the office was yelling at her to go home and tell her boss where he could shove it, before the man himself shuffled into the room, head held down and blushing furiously, only to give her a letter stating she was allowed to go have her maternity leave until it was all over. One month and one week. That’s how long it took for Cynthia’s body to get to a size she had been told was still four or five months away. It was impossible not to worry, even if it felt wonderful and made her husband look more aroused than she’d ever seen him; if this little time resulted in such a big change, what would be in store for her by the end? Hell, by the middle point alone, at that rate, she wouldn’t even be able to move! But the bovine braved through her worries, figuring that if she decided to get into this mess, she might as well carry on through it with her characteristic determination and a freezer stocked with enough ice-cream to approach overdose levels (yet oddly enough, still not a sufficient amount to satisfy her ravenous craving for the stuff). Suddenly gifted with a whole bunch of free time, Cynthia signed herself up for just about every class she found remotely relevant, plus a few extra ones the cow figured might help, even if indirectly. And while they were quite useful, especially when she succeeded in dragging Paul over to come help her with the couples’ exercises, it wasn’t meant to last. It was difficult to ignore how much her belly was growing, even if the both of them did their best to ignore what was happening in front of them. The emergency appointment with the team of doctors assembled for her case didn’t exactly clear away their worries either, seeing as they were all trying very hard not to admit they had no idea what was going on, masking it behind technical mumbo-jumbo and empty promises of how it would “stabilize soon enough”. The new test results just confirmed what everyone already knew: the original estimates had been way off-mark, presumably as a result of Cynthia’s case being beyond unique, the perfect mixture of genetics, life history and dumb luck. The plethora of clinical trials was enough to convince the team not to give her a new estimate, seeing as it was “statistically unlikely” to remain relevant for more than two weeks or so. Her pregnancy might accelerate, stabilize or even slow down; trying to guess was completely pointless, as they had no idea where it was headed. Of course, both Cynthia and Paul knew exactly where things were going; or rather, considering how things had been progressing, there was only one realistic possibility. And, like clockwork, they both got to experience the wonders of hyper-sized maternity as the cow’s pregnant belly continued to take up more and more room on their bed, until the male fox was all-but forced to become the little spoon to that baby bump’s big one. It was cute, actually; Cynthia couldn’t help but laugh a bit every time her husband tried to pretend like he didn’t enjoy every second of it, putting on airs of being bothered by how big she was getting despite his hungry eyes constantly scanning every inch of her bloated form. Of all the wonderful surprises her pregnancy had thrown at her, that was perhaps the best one; though their love life had never been lacking, the cow was surprised by how hard her new body seemed to arouse her lovely hubby, to the point where a tiny part of her wondered if it wouldn’t be worth it to go right back to it after she was done… right before her rational side reminded her she couldn’t afford to feed a school’s worth of children, even on government support. Still, at least it gave her someone who was more than happy to massage her sore body whenever she damn well felt like it, only needing to call for his name in a sing-songy tone for the red fox to nearly trip over himself in his mad rush to get to where she was sitting or lying down. Be it climbing onto their bed and hugging that massive bulge with his entire body, or burying himself underneath it when he scooched up next to the couch, the dutiful vulpine was ready and willing to do what it took to make sure his wife had the best time possible with her unfortunate burden. Or so he said, while his pants grew tighter and his pupils tinier every time he failed to bullshit Cynthia with his hastily-constructed excuses. Again, it was cute; she adored how much he was struggling with what he was feeling, and couldn’t wait for the day Paul would finally stop trying to contain himself and just embrace the confusing mess of emotions churning around inside his head. It’d certainly give their neighbours something to think about, not to mention finally allowing her to stop spending as much money on milk pumps as she was already; if only he would take her up on her offer and help to drain her in a more… direct manner, then maybe she wouldn’t need to constantly ask him to go buy new ones from the store all the time! To say nothing of how hard it was to stuff herself into any of her clothes; even the bigger bras and shirts that she’d bought were already much too tight for her comfort, and about two months she was forgoing the use of any clothing at all when inside the house… and the realization of just why Paul didn’t help drain her came far too late for Cynthia to really be mad at him, seeing as she’d been going nude for at least two weeks until her mind clocked and her husband’s true intentions made themselves clear. The sly bastard! But it wasn’t all roses, sunshine and copious amounts of fluids. Much as she was enjoying her transformation into some kind of broodmother, her body wasn’t; back pain had become a constant concern, and walking without losing her balance turned into a gamble; the last thing Cynthia needed right then was to fall onto that enormous belly of hers, lest anything bad happen to the little ones inside. It was a humiliating experience, but she was forced to ask Paul to buy her a tiny trolley to keep around herself whenever she needed to move from one side of the house to the other, still exercising absurd amounts of caution not to bump into even the softest of rounded corners. Hell, both of them had been busy padding everything that could be remotely considered sharp, and even then Cynthia nearly panicked every time she saw a straight edge. Still, it went on, the rest of her body adapting surprisingly well to the demands of her pregnancy. Even after slowing down on the ice-cream buckets, her ass and thighs kept on packing extra pudge, widening until the cow was bumping against both sides of door frames when going through them. Her chest, already quite prodigious even for someone of her species, had filled out to the point where peeking over it required stretching her neck until it was sore; her breasts were so swollen with milk that, were they to hang freely, they’d cover most of her torso! As it stood, however, they were forced to rest on top of a body-dominating belly, the cleavage held from parting down the middle purely from how massive both tits were. Carrying the weight around all day was doing a number on her ability to function as well, seeing as her body had decided that it would be a great idea to turn up the sensitivity just about everywhere; the cow would secretly be hoping to bump into something even as she deliberately avoided it, and waiting for Paul to get back home from work just so he could spend a good hour tending to her became harder to endure the longer she was allowed to bloat. Cynthia had performed admirably when it came to not succumbing to her own desires; the bovine knew that the moment she let herself explore her body, that’d be the end of it. One second she’d be fine and then the whole house would be a mess of milk and her lewder fluids after she lost control. And if there was one thing neither of them needed were even more expenses with repairs and construction; it was enough that their entire bedroom had to be completely rebuilt just so she could have some measure of freedom without constantly breaking everything. But even with that thought in her mind, poor Cynthia couldn’t hold out for long. With her husband still working full shifts and her own body overflowing from everything they tried using to contain it, refusing the call and keeping the house dry slowly became less appealing than just… letting go. Letting go and enjoying herself for once, rather than constantly stressing out over every single tiny thing. And that’s exactly what her husband found when he arrived at their house one day, tired and hoping for a little off-time snuggling against his loveable moocow: the bovine, stuck in the middle of the living room, the trolley off to one side and both hands busy rubbing the baby bump keeping her stuck to the floor and unable to move. She was insensate, barely able to put two words together, but her eyes said everything that was needed; without the need for any questions or any silly attempts at communication, the fox let go of everything he was carrying and fell to his knees, gently leaning forward and allowing his body to press down softly against his wife’s belly. They were kicking already.
New College Slut ‘Don’t think about sex. Don’t think about sex.’ The words tumbled around her mind as she sat through the lecture. The professor had been droning on for some time when she found herself daydreaming. At first it was nothing, then it shifted, her mind idly turning to thinking about the naughty things she’d rather be doing, and her body responded. ‘Shit. Hold it together girl.’ It’s not like she thought about her cunt constantly. I mean it was just there most of the time. But now it was all she could think about. The sensation of the fabric of her panties as it pressed in, sliding between her lips as her hips rocked. The pressure of her mound pushing against the denim of her shorts. She could feel its warmth now. Her hips shifting and rolling slightly as she tried to stay comfortable. This only made it worse as she felt the fabric bunch against her clit and the slight dampness that started to gather. ‘Stop it. It’s almost over. Get your mind off it. Think unsexy thoughts.’ It didn’t matter. Once she felt it, she knew where she’d be going next. The pressure built and she could feel her clit twitch. Small shockwaves ran through her most sensitive nerves. She bit down on her lip hoping not to let anyone know how turned on she was. She slid a leg up under herself to stop herself from wiggling in the chair. “… And I expect you to have read chapter seven and done questions 7, 12, and 23 in the back for next class.” There was a slight clatter as several dry erase markers hit the floor, along with some subtle laughter. Her breath came in a near gasp. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding in. The students started to file out, oblivious to her raging libido. She quickly stuffed her notes, a largely futile attempt today, and her books back into her bag. She unconsciously ground her pelvis into the hard wooden set. Standing up she felt the shift in her shorts and she quickly grabbed the bag and held it in front of her to obscure the growing camel toe. “Hi, there, Jen.” The voice made her nearly jump. Jen spun, to come face to face with one of the guys in the class. Slender with a bit of paunch, teeth still in their braces, and a face riddled with acne. She knew him at once. “Jeremy,” she started, “hi. Hey, look I really don’t have time right now. I’m running late, okay?” “Um, but, I was…” ‘Damn it.’ She realized he was going to try to ask her out again. He wasn’t her type. At least not normally. Her growing horniness made her loins lurch as she contemplated whether or not he was worth a pity lay. ‘No way!’ she mentally screamed at her own body. “But Madison said…” He started. He clearly was going to keep trying. Jen snapped. “I don’t care what my bitch of an ex-roommate said.” Pausing for a breath she looked at him again “Stop asking me out. It isn’t going to happen. Now I have to go.” She left the crestfallen underclassman standing there as she slid past him, carefully keeping her bag placed between them. Her body demanding that she not ignore the idea of whether or not he had a nice cock. She ignored it anyway. She wondered why he’d mentioned her ex-roommate. ‘Madison probably put him up to it,’ she concluded, ‘that bitch.’ The halls were still crowded, enough that her growing problem made her hesitant to try to weave through the masses of people. Instead, she ducked into the nearby bathroom for a bit of an adjustment of the panties which were now riding high for a front wedgie. Stepping into a stall she hung her bag on a hook on the back of the door, snapped the bolt. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for the moment. She struggled with the top button on her shorts a moment before it popped, the zipper splitting wide as her bulging mons surged outward from the constraining fabric. She could really smell herself now. A deep pungency that screamed ‘fuck me now!’ She took a moment to run her hand over the thickness of her mons, and the plumpness that drifted downward. The swelling mass throbbed under her hand, waiting, expectant. She took a moment to fish her panties out from between her lips where they were wedged, damp and clingy. But the lips were just too much to constrain and they slipped back between the folds. Unwilling to take her panties off entirely she let them slide back into her cleft. She shuddered a little as they rubbed against the hardness of her clit. Taking a moment though she did dry up a few leaky drips that were starting to ooze from herself before attempting to pull her shorts back up. Her hips seemed to resist the fabric now, and the zipper took several tries before it would close over the mound. She grimaced as she was able to finally button the shorts. Glancing down she could already see the plump outline of her sex pressing outward, her camel toe obvious, and inviting. The shorts stretched as tight as they could over the growing mound that strained against the fabric prison. It wanted to be free. Her libido raged that she needed it to be free. Her mind danced with the ideas of wild sex. Jen shook her head clear of these images as she shouldered her bag and washed her hands. She needed to get back to the apartment. It was the only safe thing to do. The halls were clearing as she stepped out of the bathroom as students made their way to the next class. Thankfully she didn’t have another class today. Taking a deep breath, she started on her way, feeling the sway of her hips shift, and the subtle soft squelch of her lips as they pressed and slid against the denim. It was impossible to walk normally, but she tried, not that her swelling genitals and shifting hips would allow anything less than the walk of a sex deprived slut. Every moment became a worry that she would be caught out. That people would notice the growing bulge, and she was certain the growing damp spot. ‘It’s only half a mile.’ She thought as she exited the building into the warm late spring sunshine. Each step became harder as she could feel the shifting demand more of her mental energy. She felt like she was running a race that she was losing. A war between fear and longing. She wanted to stop, to thrust her fingers, or better yet some guy’s cock, deep into her meaty cunt. The fabric of her panties, still clenched deep between her lips rubbed invitingly on her clit with each step sending even more endorphins to her brain. She could feel its nub hard against the cotton, demanding its own attention. She bit her lip with each step, trying to hold on. She was sweating now. Her body was beyond ready now. The buildings behind her she began to cross the quad, thankfully mostly empty today. A few folks lounged under trees or on benches engrossed in their own world. Their earbuds blocking out her passing. Jen managed to get beyond them central quad without incident, only to find the green beyond the last building was being used for frisbee. She tried desperately to ignore the guys, her body pulling at her mind to grab and throw one of them to the ground. She resisted only by putting her head down and trying to pick up her pace. The frisbee almost hit her before she noticed it. She let out a slight “Eek!” as it, followed by one of the dudes crashed into the hedge near the path. She tried to duck around him, but her ears didn’t miss the lewd comment about the shape and quality of her ass. She would have blushed or even feigned outrage, but she feared she’d respond differently today. So, she let him leer and pushed on, trying not to let her mind spin out of control as it wondered if he would be more than willing to bed her right now. She wanted it. Worse, she knew she wanted it badly. ‘Damn it, I don’t want to be the college slut.’ She seethed inwardly with what was left of her resolve. She’d realized what she had just been pondering doing with a random guy. Her pussy pulsed in support and demand of this idea. It wanted her to give up her resistance, and it was winning. The stairs to her second-floor apartment were the last hurdle. Not that there was anything special, but each time she lifted her leg she felt how much more of herself there was. She could smell herself clearly now, and she gasped slightly with each step as she walked up. She had to pause to catch her breath on the platform. Her fingers could barely hold the keys, now that she was so near, she could feel herself shaking. Fumbling with the lock she felt the button and zipper of her shorts pop even as the lock slid open. The gentle breeze on her now exposed mons making her shiver. The door closed, and locked, she took as deep a breath and let her bag tumble to the ground. Then it was a mad dance as she struggled to strip herself from the confining cotton the encased her sex. The denim fought her, almost too tight to get off her swelling hips. She almost debated cutting it before it finally slid down to her ankles, releasing the tension. The panties soon followed, sticky and coated in her own juices as she pulled them from her gaping crack. They resisted at first, swallowed up by the huge maw that was her growing cunt. As they slid free another wave of her own scent assaulted her nose. Deep, pungent, and demanding. Her mound positively bounced when she set it free to the air. It’s swelling now huge and full as her cleft had grown deeper and lewder. Thick full lips dangled inches below where her normal tight little box was. “Damn it.” Jen swore, her fingers twitching in a war between anticipation and frustration. Holding back her desire she managed to step into the bathroom to get a better look at her swollen mound. She could barely contain it now with both hands, and she could feel the muscles pulsing as her clit and pelvic floor had already started to make known that they would be denied no longer. Every few moments it pulled in another way. Becoming larger, deeper, more wonton as the lips stretched further down her legs. She slipped her fingers around the thick outer lips, still soft and pliable, and felt her silken inner lips as they too begged to be touched. Her fingers danced along the lines of her own labia as her groin was afire with need. She managed to pull herself free of her fascination for a moment, long enough to grab her largest dildo. It was thick and veiny, nine inches, and had a suction cup which she promptly slammed onto the tile wall of the shower. She gave it an experimental tug, and without any ceremony drove herself backwards onto it, feeling it fill her. Shuddering she let herself ride it, feeling her muscles clench and pull, even as her hands fondled her lewd cunt. She only had just enough presence of mind to turn on the shower to provide some needed noise to cover the sounds of lust emanating from her throat. Orgasms began to wash over her; she could feel her muscles clamping down. She wished the dick was real, she wanted to feel the hot spurt inside her. The dildo wasn’t enough, she knew it, but she had to get some release. She worked to get as much of her energy spent as she could, trying to drive down her desires with as many orgasms as she could manage. Jen lost count. She rocked back and forth, letting herself moan with each renewed penetration. Her fingers danced over her rock-hard nipples, lips, and engorged clit to bring each climax higher. But she needed more. She could feel her lips, now behind her, slapping against the cool tile wall as she pressed back. Finally, the dildo’s suction cup popped off and she was left stumbling to the floor of the shower, her energy spent. The dildo still crammed up inside her just felt good as she struggled to stand. It took several efforts, but she finally managed to cut off the shower and crawl into her bed, utterly spent. * * *** She awoke, hazy and disoriented. She blinked at the fuzzy outline of someone standing over her. “Well, well, well. You have come out marvelously.” A long nail touched her lips, gently as it traced down the giant lips as they hung splayed between her legs. Down it went, to mid-thigh it felt, before it turned and ran the edge back up the center of her cleft. All it did was make her shiver in anticipation. Jen knew that voice. “Madison, what the hell?” “Oh, nothing, just checking out how you are going to like your turn being the college slut.” “I’m not a slut.” “Not yet. But you will be.” The nail gave another inviting slip across her lips making her twitch enough to remember she still had the nine-inch dildo in her cunt. Madison was right, she might not be the slut yet, but her body was demanding she be exactly that, and soon it was going to win. “Damn you.” The statement came out as a bare whisper. “Maybe next time you want to say nasty things about me, you might want to consider the consequences.” All Jen was left with was the echo of Madison’s retreating steps as she felt her body lurch back into its demands for satisfaction.
(M possessed TF hyper balls, F possessed hyper breasts, lactation) Kizo was apprentice for the local blacksmith. His face clean shaven and his hair short and bristly. When it comes to working the forge- the less hair you have to catch on fire, the better. While smiths are not known for their sharp eyesight, Kizo had picked out a fine woman to sneak off with. Miruku was daughter to a wealthy clan, but the third daughter and so the least guarded of the highborn children, allowing her to run off without anyone taking notice. Her skin flawless and pale like porcelain. She wore a hand-me-down silk kimono that was rather casual wear for her, even though it was above the budget of most people. The two held hands as Kizo jogged ahead leading her out of the village so no one will see them together. If a lowborn young man like Kizo so much as stepped foot in her clan's manor he would lose his head. The golden yellow ginkgo leaves fluttered down around them- the wind was barely noticeable so they did not travel far from the trees. They covered the ground so thoroughly though that Kizo could barely tell where the trail was. The lovers started to slow down as they passed a narrow trail between the graveyard and village. No one would come out here this late in the day- the sun was already half behind the horizon. As the sun set, the shadow of gravestones grew long and covered the trail with stripes. Miruku had a bright smile on her face, which caused her cheeks to be pronounced and her already narrow eyes turned to crescent moons. Normally her hair would be bound up with a large seashell comb, but she let it completely loose and wild for this. Both giggling and chuckling in giddy arousal- too wound up in each other and what they would do to think about how close to the graveyard they were, in the hour of twilight when the unseen realm briefly overlaps the mortal realm; the time known as Omagatoki. Kizo put his hand across the small of her back and twirled her around, taking Miruku off her feet and easing her down. There was a stump that had formerly been a gigantic sacred tree that was taken down to build the shrine in the village. The stump was so gigantic that hundreds of years later, the top was covered with a layer of moss, a few flowers and some grass, forming a sort of bowl shape where the rain weathered down the formerly flat-cut. It almost made a natural bed for them to use. Miruku felt a powerful chill for a brief moment as he laid her down, giving her goose bumps. Neither of them noticed her visible breath as she sighed happily. The air was cooler, but not cold enough to see their breath. Tiny pin pricks of pale blue started to appear in her otherwise soft brown iris- emerging signs that there is more than one soul in her body now. There was a yurei present- but neither had the spiritual attunement or tranquil soul to see such things with their naked eyes. Miruku's breasts were heaving from having jogged here and been laid out so quickly so it was harder to notice. Under her kimono her nipples tingled and turned rigid as if exposed to extreme cold. Her breasts felt tight, and started to actually firm up, causing their tear shape to rise into spheres. Kizo put one leg up onto the stump beside her, looking down at her with a smile and grabbed the end of her sash to undo her kimono. Miruku self consciously arched her back a bit and held her breath, trying to puff out her chest as much as possible to impress him when the silk slipped off. She ended up breathing out before that though in a moan as a gentle, warm pressure pulsed slowly into her breasts and they actually expanded in size, by quite a bit! What had been C cup breasts were instead an impressive DD cup by the time Kizo exposed them to the open air. His erection jumped in arousal under his pants, but then he felt an odd tightness deeper within. He felt quite pent up suddenly. His balls felt tight, and his pants started to feel a bit tight too- as his balls actually started to grow! Miruku cupped her own endowments from below, half to show off and half to explore herself! She oddly was unable to think of how odd it is that they grew, and instead was only overjoyed that they had. She felt an odd need however, and could not identify what. Like a warm itch inside of herself. She squeezed her own breasts and felt the heat inside rising. Her breasts started to slowly get even bigger! Her powder brown nipples and areola started to darken now. Kizo whipped his sash off and had his hakama off in the blink of an eye. Mikuru looked up to see his balls swing out into the open and went wide-eyed. He is so endowed! Each nut was the size of a tennis ball! She sat up even further forward now to cup his balls gently, hefting them in her palms. They started to slowly feel... heavier. His taint started to puff out a bit, his prostate felt full and his balls continued to grow larger! His pubic hair started to grow in thicker but softer, turning instead to a small mat of fur. Neither noticed his tail bone growing out into an actual tail. The little flecks of light in Mikuru's eyes started to multiply and widen like embers at the edge of burning paper. Her nipples turned dark brown now, and her areola started to swell outward into soft bumpy domes themselves. Little pearl beads formed around their surface and she gave a startled cry as thin streams of milk spurt out without her even touching them! She was... lactating? Kizo knelt down between her legs, putting one hand at her side to hold himself up and cupped a large, still growing tit with his other hand and latched onto her hard nipple. He pressed his lips into her soft tit, feeling the surface spring back with elasticity each time he pushed in and sucked. He also did not have to lean as far forward every few seconds- she was still getting bigger! Her tits passing the size of basketballs each and still growing. Even though they were still taught from growth, their tear-shape returned simply because their weight made it impossible to hold up as spheres. She continued to leak milk- even from the breast he was not sucking from. The feeling of it passing through her tits was a warm tingle in her rigid nipples. Kizo did not notice, but Miruku certainly did when she felt soft, hot flesh press against her pussy and looked past her boobs to see testicles the size of medicine balls each starting to pool against the stump between their legs! Behind Kizo was a two and a half foot long tail, that was growing in bushy fur now- banded black and brown. Black coloration started to appear around his eyes as if he were wearing makeup, but then bled out from his eyes and over either side of his face as stripes. His facial hair started to grow in at an unnatural rate now- especially his sideburns, but grew in brown instead of black which was supposed to be his hair color. The only part that actually grew in black was the hair that grew over the stripes leading off from his eyes! As Kizo sucked hungrily at her swelling melons, his stomach started to swell outward. Miruku's elbows started to hurt holding herself up in a sitting position like this- her tits were getting too heavy! She meant to re-adjust them but the weight of her breasts caused her to flop suddenly completely back! Her breasts were so huge they sloshed upward, bumped her chin and then either breast slung itself over her shoulders! Her breasts were on either side of her head! Both she and Kizo laughed. Miruku's iris were now totally glowing pale blue with only a few specks of their original brown, and her breath was visible all the time now as if she were freezing cold, even though she was not. Kizo grabbed her legs and shuffled forward on his knees, his balls dragging on the moss bed below. He thrust into her and rest her legs over his own shoulders. Miruku's breasts were STILL getting bigger, starting to cover more of her shoulders. A growing hill of fat on either side of her head! She started to let out breathless moans as she felt gentle pulses of pleasure inside of her breasts- as if they were having mini orgasms themselves somehow! The milk surged with each one, because the pulses were her breasts desperately trying to express the milk fast enough to keep up with her ability to ceaselessly make it! Every thrust Kizo did caused his gigantic, extremely heavy nuts to swing forward and bounce off her butt cheeks! Soon they grew so massive they fully rest on the stump below him even in his position. Then they grew so large they started to help prop her butt up! Her petite ass was resting on the hot, silky smooth skin of his massive scrotum! He felt a throbbing tightness in his dick as well as a small knot started to form at its base. His finger and toe nails all started to bunch up, becoming small narrow claws, and his teeth started to sharpen. His gut continued to slowly swell out larger as well- taught and round, not soft or flabby. The tail behind him was bushy- shaped like a club. They hit climax quickly enough, but because of his gigantic balls she filled to capacity very quickly as well, while he just continued to cum! It erupted from around his relatively small penis and continued to gush out! Even pulled tight to his groin his balls were so big they were fully pressed into the stump below. Patches of fur started to grow on the backs of his hands, his shins and forearms, and his upper back! His belly became so round his belly button inverted suddenly from pressure with a loud thunk. The streams of pressurized milk from Miruku were arching almost two feet through the air before touching the ground! The itchy pressure built up in her puffy, dark areola- she was making milk a lot faster than she was physically able to get rid of it. Once Kizo was done blasting out enough spunk to fill a two gallon bucket he stood up and almost stumbled back- completely unaccustomed to his body shape. He should be shocked at what has become of himself, but was unable to due to the invader's influence. Miruku could not stand straight up because her breasts were anchoring her in place. To get up she needed to flip over, causing her breasts to flip over themselves a moment after and then force herself up. She needed to use all her strength just to properly stand. Her hair now no longer obeyed gravity. When she got up her hair just sort of drifted around behind her as if floating in liquid. Standing with a bit of a forward hunch, her breasts were so large they hung low enough to completely eclipse her crotch, and partially obstruct her legs if she attempted to walk. They were so heavy she doubted she was able to walk though. She grabbed them and moaned loudly suddenly- digging her fingers into the obese flesh. Her nipples actually swelled in size now and you could hear the creaking pressure on her flesh as her tits swelled even larger! Milk was gushing from her like a broken faucet and she stumbled forward- not even able to stand still with all her strength. She did not fall far though. The bottoms of her gigantic boobs squished on the ground when she bowed forward- letting the earth take the weight instead. Thin trails of milk were veining across the entire stump and forming pools around its base. Kizo stumbled back a bit as the pressure returned to his balls on seeing Miruku swelling larger! Even fully standing his balls were squished out on the stump, but the top curves were pressed into his large round belly! They ran out of room, so now that they were trying to get still bigger, they were pushing his belly up which was shoving him backwards! A black fox scurried up, pouncing into Kizo's gut as if he were not a solid object- but when the fox came out the other side there was a tanuki in his paws! The fox pinned the tanuki to the ground and knocked the leaf off its head- as soon as the leaf left its body its magic was broken and Kizo instantly turned back to normal, falling forward from only a second earlier trying to fight against a pressure that just suddenly vanished. He lost consciousness almost immediately from the energy all that had taken. Without even waiting for an explanation from the trickster tanuki, the fox turned and jumped straight through Miruku's breasts and torso and onto the ground behind her, causing a gigantically endowed woman to stumble out from behind her as well. As soon as the phantom woman left Miruku's body, she turned back to normal and slumped over unconscious on top of Kizo! Kizo had been possessed by a tanuki, who seen the sexy being Miruku was turning into and took it as an opportunity. Miruku on the other hand had been possessed by a Chinooya- a yurei. Chinooya are very well endowed women who constantly lactate- they are ghosts who preside over graveyards seeking dead infants or children and comforting them with their endless milk. The fox let out several low grumbling sounds. "Just because mortals are easy to play with, doesn't mean you guys should." The tanuki shrugged, motioning to the sleeping humans. "I don't think they mind."
A woman raced through the thinning brambles of the deep forest toward the hidden and remote clearing at its heart. The young woman wore nothing but a giddy, mischievous smile. No one would find her here, and this was not the first time letting her bush out in the bush, but it still felt thrilling to do, because she knew no other people did. Her name is Rosemary, though she favored simply Rose. Like a rose, she grew when she was in the wilds, and was equal parts beautiful and painful to try and pluck. Her skin is a pale rosen hue and her erect nipples pale red. Her hair was a mix of earthen brown and red- the color of cherry oak wood. Over her nethers it formed an arrow shaped bramble pointing to her own clearing. On her head, the hair was violently wavy and wild, cascading down around her shoulders and occasionally tickling her nipples as she ran though the woods with unusual ease. She was fleet footed, making little noise and much haste- weaving about low branches and tree trunks as only one with experience could do. She breathlessly reached the middle of the clearing with a goofy grin still on her face. The grass here was starting to turn yellow with the seasons and as tall as the bottom of her rib cage. The grass tickled her body as she waded through it, and the golden afternoon sun heated her pert, modest C cup breasts. To rival the very sun, her eyes turned to the sky past lazy lids. A brilliant mix of orange, yellow, and brown- her eyes were a rare autumn gold in color, and glimmered as precious gems when she smiled. She woke slowly, one sense at a time, not fully remembering falling asleep in the warm sun. As per usual she had done a lot of rolling and squirming around in her sleep and had flattened a good sized clearing of grass around her to make a bed of it. The sky was ablaze with bright orange in contrast of white speckled indigo as the day faded to night. The air was chill, perking her nipples and tickling her nose. Her hair spread from her head like rays from the sun, woven across the ground from her sleepy tumbling. He liked her the most just like this. Sleep tumbled hair and lazy eyes, full of mysterious fire but also the vulnerability of confusion of just waking. How could one resist such a delicate, unmarred body exposed for all to see? Rose looked around with a cocked brow, now knowing it wasn't the rustling of the breeze in the sea of grass that woke her- there was something else moving in the grass. She could not see him, nor could he see her, but he knew when her eyes locked in his direction and acknowledged it with a quite bark of curiosity. A very large wolf of charcoal colored fur, nearly black at the ends but pale grey at the base. She knew him very well- Baldwin lived here before Rose and welcomed her in. His name was German for bold friend, and he lived up to it. He approached her slowly as she turned onto her side. As soon as he was fully visible from out of the grass her golden eyes peered into his moss green eye. With gems like those in her face how could you not get lost in the well of emotions that is her eyes? Though staring into them taught her a valuable first lesson- the eyes speak when the person does not. He was only ever really verbal when hunting, and was calm and reserved most of the time. The only way to talk to Baldwin like this was with her eyes. It was affection and the hint of the fires of lust that she found in his eye, though the glint of red from out of the sheath between his legs made it obvious regardless. It was sweet how he tried his best to only show one side of his face to her, knowing what the other looked like. A gaping hole replaced his other eye, with a deep scar down his face permanently exposing several teeth on top and bottom from the cleft in his lips. She liked him so much as a friend she wasn't sure how to handle any sort of sexual encounter with her gentle beast, though they had mated once before, some time ago to no ill effect. His red rocket emerged slowly from the fuzzy sheath as Baldwin was not one to rush anything. His keen nose brought him to nudge open Rose's legs and put her more on her back. She had been sleeping face down so the reddened lines on her thighs and soft breasts marked where the grass blades were pressed. His cold nose breathed hot air, tickling her nether lips. He let out his big tongue and gently licked her outer labia before pressing harder with each lick, parting them and pushing deeper to lap at her juices. Normally her clit was hidden away totally but exposed itself quickly enough when aroused. Baldwin knew to be ginger with it, only grazing it with his tongue occasionally at first. Rose mussed up the fur on the top of his head as he worked at her pleasure pot, occasionally scritching behind his ears. He was an old wolf without a pack- Baldwin knew to appreciate company and the simple things like a pat on the head. Rose didn't know what brought this on out of the blue, so she was largely reserved, seeing what he did first. She could see the brightly glowing tip of a crescent moon behind him, just barely starting to appear over the trees. The wind on her exposed belly and chest started to tickle a bit more as her arousal upped her sensitivity, and rows of little bug-bite like bumps appeared on her. Her now moist mound plushed up even more with want, turning a deeper red, and then almost bruised shade. Her clit pulled in and the base of the vagina puffed up around it, making it more three-sided. The lips on her mouth started to change pigment as well matching her pussy, going from ruby to bruised and finally a glossy pitch black. She could just start to smell his musk as her nose became more keen. She couldn't take the teasing of his tongue any more and needed something in her! His cock was fully erect and twitching rhythmically already so she didn't know why he wasn't getting on with it. She pulled up away from him and quickly turned over onto her hands and knees. With her weight pressing her palms into the grass, the flesh started to puff up from the stimulation and darken. She scrunched up her fingers and toes at the feeling as he put his nose under her and pushed up into her mound. Even if she wanted to uncurl them though, they won't be able to fully. The digits fatten up as her nails pull narrower and more dense, though stay the same length. Finally he was done savoring Rose and finally grabbed her around the hips and pulled himself up onto her, over her lengthening tail bone. The dying light of day was gone now so the only light remaining to glimmer off her eyes was the radiant moon. She let out a bit of a whimper as Baldwin thrust into her rather suddenly, before assuming a slow rhythm. The bumps on her underside now a full slew of nipples, and her hands and feet more paw-like than hands! Her arms changing seemed like much less of a change than her legs. Her knees left the ground even though her body remained the same distance from the ground. From thigh to knee widened and shortened while ankle to toe length extended greatly. The hair above her triangular canine vagina seemed to creep out, consuming her underside and wrapping its way around like a wildfire. The hair on her head seemed to shift and pull into her, creating fur wherever the hair broke off from her head to join the body instead. Her modest breasts diminished, which always made her chest feel momentarily cold, before the fur caught up. She was a small woman but gained a good bit of size when this happened, causing her to match Baldwin's impressive size- which was necessary because there was no humanly possible way for her human self to take his knot. He playfully nipped her ear tips as they started to grow into points to encourage them. She groaned and whined now though as a pressure started in the sides of her face, working from within her bones. Rosemary hated this part of the transformation! Baldwin turned whines to gasps and started to thrust into her more rigorously to derail her thoughts from it. Her ears pulled back a bit and up as her skull narrowed and stretched. Teeth became fangs, tongue broadened and thinned. Her black lips parted in a long, deep growl as the fur caught up to her changing face. The end of her nose turned cold and black as her face finally finished changing, and as if to be a counterbalance, her tail finished at the same time. Her wondrous golden eyes looked haunting on a wolf, and her fur was wild and still cherry oak in coloration, making her quite a sight. Long strands of their mingled fluids dropped from their sex as the only sounds either made now were matching grunts, playful growls, and occasional yelps. Even as a fellow wolf, she couldn't understand wolves. She could make educated assumptions of their language but she never knows for certain. The eyes never change though- all animals have eyes, and they all speak. Now Baldwin's musk filled her keen canine nose. The sound of night itself, and the flavor of moonlight like the taste of snow! The base of his cock was pulsing powerfully, engorging as he was reaching his limit. She tried to play it off, but she already had one small orgasm just getting here. She knew she would still orgasm with him- if not from the sensation of the moment, then from being stretched around his tremendous knot! His head was beside hers, he whispered his hot breath in the night air beside her ears which each thrust. His body covered and warmed hers, and her entire lower body numbed by the hot tingly pleasure of her engorged pussy hungering for more! It was so stiff, so huge! His knot swelled to its max and they both climaxed with two long howls, in perfect harmony. Out of breath, and overtaken with warm comforting feelings, they both passed out, tied together. Rosemary woke, having to shield her eyes from the mid day sun. A shadow overtook her as an older man offered down a neatly folded stack of clothing for her, and took a knee beside her. He was around seven feet tall, so even kneeling he made her look like a large doll in comparison. His hair and bristly beard had once been black but had long ago faded to grey. He rubbed his beard as he looked down at her in deep thought, his finger coming to rest momentarily in the cleft in his face. Brutal enough to expose two small spots of bone on his jaws and several teeth, the scar cleft his flesh deeply, ending in an empty eye socket laid bare for the world to be sickened by. Rose didn't mind it though, she enjoyed her alpha's face. "Why so somber, Baldwin?" She slowly got dressed. He spoke in a voice so deep you could feel the reverberance in your chest, and a thick German accent. "All hallows eve is soon, and slayers are coming to prepare the event, holding a hunt." Not all werewolves were feral, but good luck convincing the general public of that. Nearly indestructible except an extreme weakness to silver, those with the curse could transform at will, and only turned unwillingly when they lost control of their emotions or went mad- an effect amplified by the lunar cycle. Rose found Baldwin by accident, but he had been cursed for so long he knew how to identify her as one of them by scent. He taught her to control it, embrace it and yes, even dare to have fun with it. She had been consumed by hate and fear of the one who killed her parents. She tried to stab it to death herself before it fled the scene but as the knife was not silver, it had no effect. She must have gotten some of its blood in her mouth in her struggle, and now she is forever cursed too. The scar that cleaves Baldwin's face marks the near death encounter with the one who cursed him. Any wounds he gets regenerate nearly instantly, and without scar...but that one was received before the curse set in. He lived long enough with it to know better than to hate the one who bit him. It was either consumed by its emotions or had let go, and become feral with madness. That isn't something to hate- its something to pity. He placed a huge hand on her shoulder. "We part ways here, pup." "W-what?! Why?" "If you mess up and get yourself caught I don't want to suffer from your mistake, and I couldn't live with myself if you died because of mine. Less chance of them finding either of us if we split up and just leave this place." "But-!" "I taught you all you need to know. You are a strong woman now. When you came to me, you were cowering child. You know how to live your own life now- so do it!" He stood up straight and turned his back to her slowly. "I always was more of a lone wolf anyway." "...Do you really think its better this way? Do you think I will ever find someone else to...share myself with?" He chuckled softly. "Finding is not the issue. Deciding who is worthy is more difficult, I think." He smiled over his shoulder at her, a sad but hopeful glimmer in his one moss green eye. "And if our paths cross again, I better not find you settling for any less." Rose just smiled and nodded, as she and her old mentor parted ways. Love would be in her future for sure, but now that her teacher finished his lessons on what she truly is- it was time for her to define who she is!
After the Hunt “Hey, Brian.” The werewolf sat back sipping on a beer, a notable trick with his long muzzle. He licked his own nose for good measure. “Hi, Isaac!” The giant man bounced in; his skin visibly flushed from his run despite the dark tan he currently sported. “You know, Brian, it’s customary to wear shirt and shoes to get service.” Isaac said, leaning back into the rocking chair. “Aww, come off it, Isaac, you know I love the freedom!” The big man shook himself, exposing the werewolf to his rather large flaccid penis bouncing oddly in the dim smokey room. Isaac averted his eyes enough that he could enjoy his beer still. “Brian, can you at least wear fur in here, please? I don’t need to see that!” Isaac made a gesture in the direction of the large man’s visible anatomy. “Oh, all right, you prude.” The big hulking man concentrated for a moment. Long-grizzled fur sprouted across his body. His ears pulled up towards the top of his head, and his mouth pushing out gently into a short black-nosed snout. Suitably furred, he settled himself down into the other rocking chair across from Isaac and snatched a beer from the small cooler that sat at their feet. Isaac nodded at the moon. “She’s pretty tonight, almost as nice as last night. Speaking of which, did you have fun at the falls last night?” Brian cast a knowing eye at Isaac, “Sure I did. Lovely night for playing. Though I heard you last night, and I heard to news this morning. Your pack’s work I presume? Another of those creeps that thinks I’m sasquatch?” “Yeah, he was a real snoop, and annoyed me too.” Isaac stopped to take another swig of the beer. “Got a solid hundred off him though, and we mangled be bike and tossed him off the cliff like usual. Unless the coroner got a whole lot better at his job, he’ll write it off to another drunken wreck on the curve.” Isaac gave a low chuckle. “They never learn.” Brian just shook his big furry head, crushing his now empty beer can with a paw. “Now, I know you’re not above purloining things. What else you’d take?” “Nope, they never do.” Isaac pulled another beer from the cooler and threw it at his oversized friend. “Got a pair of nice guns. He’d even done the nice work of filing off the marks on them, so I can resell them on the side, or keep them.” “Profitable, but regrettable.” Brian said as he warmed his toes to the dying embers of the fire. “ “I’ll drink to that!” Isaac laughed as he grabbed another beer for himself. “You’re incorrigible, Isaac, did you know that?” Brian said sleepily. Isaac only laughed harder. “You know, I did. Mom used to remind me of it all the time when we were cubs.” Brian gave him an exasperated look and said nothing.
The New Law 5 “How are your studies progressing?” “Well, I think, Grandma.” “That’s good. I hear we’ve captured a few more books.” “Yes, I’ve already got them, but they’ve made things harder. The magicians have noticed the thefts, and they’re searching for those responsible.” “Which is, of course, us.” “Naturally.” “Do you plan to do anything?” “No. Saima thinks their efforts to find us are terribly funny. Clumsy, she says. They’re throwing around magic but they’ve no idea what to do. It’s been so long since any of them have been challenged, since the war really, that they’re not very practiced at something so simple as a tracing spell.” “How convenient for us.” “Very much so, but if I must be honest, it makes me feel better about my chances to pull this off.” “So, your plan is nearly ready?” “It is. Saima and I have been working on it for months. We know we can’t challenge them face to face. There’s just the two of us, and many more of them.” “So, tell me of this plan. You’ve been keeping it secret for so long. Surly you can share it with me.” “I can now. We’re going to cast a charm that subverts their spells. I can’t defeat them head on, but I can twist their own powers. They’re arrogant, more about flash and power than about finesse. Saima has been showing me all the carelessness of their spells. It’s amazing to see how sloppy they really are. No focus.” “So, in a way, you are better than they are.” “Perhaps. We’ve been honing my craft to be subtle, deft, and light of touch. So, in at least that, I surpass them.” “That may be enough.” “I do hope so.” “How soon?” “Tomorrow night. It’ll take a day to weave the spell, but after that, it will engulf them like the tide over rocks, slowly wearing them away as if they are nothing more than sand.” “Hmm. Wearing away? I’m not sure I understand.” “I intend to have their magic feed back on them, burning their own power away. Saima calls it a feedback loop.” “Will this stop the unjust law?” “Yes, though it will take time.” “What if they discover your spell?” “They will be unable to undo it because it would just loop their magic back into them again and again.” “What about yourself, and Saima and the other witches?” “I am crafting it only to affect men.” “Stripping this land of every male magician forever?” “Yes.” “That seems cruel.” “No crueller than the fate they have cursed us with.” “Is every one of them guilty of that?” “I don’t know.” “That’s my point. I wish we did not have to use so heavy a hammer as to punish those who might be innocent.” “Are they innocent if they failed to stop their brethren? Is it innocence to stand by as we are treated as chattel?” “No, it is not. I concede your point my granddaughter. But what of us?” “I wish I could do more.” “Meaning?” “I cannot undo what was done.” “Do you just need more practice?” “No. It is the nature of the magic. One cannot tamper easily with the spells of another. Undoing a spell is far harder than building one. It is this fact that alone that will make it almost impossible for them to undo what I am about to do.” “I see. So those of us already changed?” “Are forever changed. Or at least, I cannot bring you back to your full humanity.” “But you could do something.” “Magic likes to flow. I could push transformations further, building upon what was already done.” “That does us no good. I no more want to be a full mare, than Lilian would wish to be a snake.” “Perhaps someday, I will find a counter, but at least we won’t have to worry about more women being transformed against their will.” “True. You’ve given me much to think about. I think I shall take my leave of you. Good night, granddaughter.” “Good night, grandma.” * * * “So, I’m stuck like this?” “I’m afraid so, I’m sorry.” “Don’t be.” “Huh? Why not?” “I got over being mad about it a long time ago.” “You did?” “Yeah, in truth I really like this body. It’s strong, it’s supple, and honestly the sex is amazing when I can find a stable boy adventurous enough to give me a ride.” “You naughty woman.” “I try.” “I’m glad to know I am not letting you down then.” “Truthfully, Katerina, my objection wasn’t to being transformed, but rather that it was not my choice. I’ve talked to a lot of the other women and many feel the same. The bodies are amazing. They age well, they are certainly, ahem, responsive, and they’re beautiful in their own way. It is just the fact that we did not choose to be these things.” “So, people want to be like this? “Maybe not exactly like this, but many of us have at least grown fond of the results.” “I hadn’t realized.” “Maybe if you studied a bit less and talked to more of your followers you would. We all greatly appreciate the sacrifices you’ve made for us in learning magic, but we miss you as a friend and as a leader. I think if you searched your heart, you’d find that it isn’t your form that drives your need for revenge here, but the injustice of how it came to be.” “(sigh) I cannot lie to you. You and I both know that’s true. Maybe after this is done, I’ll see about letting this body have its way with the urges I feel.” “I can recommend a few stable boys who might be willing to give a sexy fire demoness a good pounding.” “You are so wicked.” “Thank you.” * * * “Are you ready?” “Yes, Mistress Siama.” “Clear your mind. Remember the balance. Weave the spell. I will be here feeding you the lays of power.” “Yes, Mistress Siama.” “Good, now, let’s begin.” * * * “Are you with us again?” “What happened?” “You depleted your power, and passed out. You’ve been resting for four days.” “Did it work?” “I believe so. Time will tell. Subtle magic is not fast magic.” “I hope we did the right thing.” “We will know the next time a lord seeks to abuse his power. Now, my work here is done. I wish you well, but I miss my cottage and my woods. I am going. Remember your promises to me. When the women return to their places free of this curse, give kindness to those in positions less fortunate than your own.” “I will keep my promise, Mistress Siama.” “No more of that mistress stuff. You’ve learned what I can teach, you are your own mistress now, Katerina. Five hard years it has been for you, and you’re barely out of your maidenhood. Go now and live your life, and I shall live mine. But if you don’t mind a cup of tea with me now and again, I should welcome an occasional chat. If, of course, you have a mind for it.” “Of course, I’ll come Siama, thank you so much for everything!” * * * “Back among the living?” “So, I am told.” “That is good. How did the spell go?” “It worked; we think.” “And?” “Now we wait.” * * * “Ah, Katerina! We have news!” “Yes, Michelle?” “Lord Herrin tried to have his wife changed two nights ago.” “And what became of her?” “She is well, and unharmed. The magician though is little more than a mangy cur in the streets. Seems the more he tried to force her to change the more he himself changed. At last, telling he was little more than a mongrel dog yipping along the streets, with a pale faced lord Herrin staring out the door of his city house at the disappearing hound, slack jawed.” “That is the first. I had not expected feedback loop to be so complete.” “Oh, it gets better. Several of our sources are reporting that the magicians are streaming to their hall. Rumors circulate of failed incantations and disasters with spells.” “This is good. Perhaps change shall come quickly.” “Perhaps it shall.” “Michelle?” “Yes, Lady Katerina?” “Are you, um, are you upset that I cannot change you back?” “No lady. I am a unicorn. It may not be what I had hoped for in life, as I always wished to have a unicorn, not be one. But who can be mad at the chance to be so unique? But, why do you ask?” “I am just wondering if I am doing the right thing.” “Lady, you are stopping an injustice. That is always the right thing.” “But at what cost?” “Lady?” “I’m sorry, I am just of uneasy mind. Thank you for the news. Good night.” * * * “You seem crestfallen for someone who has achieved a great victory.” “I am thinking back on your words, grandmother. Did I do the right thing? The magicians are disappearing, and women are safe from their husband’s changing their bodies, but they are not safe from their rule. Did I do the right thing?” “Perhaps, perhaps not. Time will tell.” “The law still stands.” “It stands impotent, at least.” “What about magic?” “It is still here. Some day I hop you will teach other girls how to use their gifts and become witches and sorceresses who do good in the world.” “You believe that?” “Yes, I do. You have a good heart, no matter your demonic exterior.” “My heart was broken long ago though and now that I have some measure of revenge, it feels hollow now.” “You need a purpose.” “Were it this body’s plan, my purpose would be to service half the kingdom’s soldiers.” “Hmm, not quite what I had in mind, but getting ridden a few times might not be a bad thing for you, granddaughter.” “Grandmother!” “Oh, come now, I’m half horse and had my share of heats. I know what it feels like to crave a good stiff cock.” “Uh,” “Come now, I was young once too. Now, for the moment you need peace and a new purpose. I suggest you take a walk and maybe see where your heart takes you.” * * * “Lilian?” “Yes?” “I need a favor.” “Absolutely. What can I help you with?” “I, uh, need a man.” “Ah, finally. I wondered when you’d give in to your body’s lusts. It’s about time too. You’ve been pretty cranky of late.” “I didn’t realize.” “No matter. Here, let me suggest a certain discrete stable boy I know. He’s not far, and is quite energetic. I think you’ll find him a good way to release your stresses.” * * * “’Scuse me, ladyship, may I help you?” “Yes, you may.” “And what would the ladyship be needing from such a humble stable boy such as me ‘self.” “Why I am here to ride.” “I’m afraid we’ve no horses to spare this day, ladyship.” “Oh, I wasn’t thinking about a horse.” “Y’er ladyship?” “You can call me… Mistress.” “Um, yes, mistress.” “Good, now on your knees.” “Yes, mistress.” “Very good. Now I want you to start with your tongue. I expected to be pleased all night by you. Do you understand?” “Yes, mistress!” “Good boy.” “Mummph Musstummesss” “Very, uh, oh, good, ahh, boy.” * * *** “I told you I could find her someone.” “I appreciate it, and it’s nice to know not everyone is as prudish as my granddaughter has been.” “Lady, you are an inspiration and a joy. I bow to your wit and your wisdom, and most of all to your wicked ways with the men of the world.” “Why Lilian, that is high praise indeed from one of your own renowned exploits. Now, let us see about finding ourself some of those men for the evening. I feel a need for some wickedness this evening.” “At your age?” “Why not? I’m not dead quite yet, and I feel rather frisky tonight.” “Why not indeed!” Epilogue: “Katerina, are you free?” “I am. Why?” “We have a visitor.” “Who?” “She says her name is Charlotte.” “Send her in.” “I am sorry to bother you, lady, but I was, uh, wondering.” “Yes? What is it?” “I’m sorry, lady, but I can’t believe I’m here.” “Tell me what troubles you.” “I wish to, well, be like you.” “Like me?” “I dream of it, ever since I first saw you.” “You want to be like me?” “Yes, and well, there are no magicians left. I thought, maybe you would know how I could become like you.” “Only through magic.” “But there are no magicians.” “There are no magicians, true, but there are witches.” “Are you a witch?” “Perhaps. Tell me, why do you really wish this?” “It calls to me. I feel it in my soul.” “So, you do not want it for anyone other than yourself?” “No.” “Then, maybe, I can help you.” “Oh lady, could you? I would do anything to be like you.” “Anything?” “Anything!” “How would you like to learn magic. I need an apprentice after all.” “Really?” “Really.” “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!” “Then we shall begin. What kind of demon do you see yourself as? Tell me, and we shall grant your first wish.” “I wish to be red as a dragon’s ember…”
Belial: One Armed Samurai and Six Wing Wolfen Seffia watched, horrified as hir guards were defeated one by one. The blade of the attacker flicking out in the air, like a silvered serpent's tongue seeking blood. But the blood was not split freely, far from it. The samurai seemed to strike with care, striking more with the flat of her blade then the edge. The overlord quaked in fear, the famed monster hunter had come for hir and hir brood at last. None knew where she came from, nor even her name. No one had ever heard her speak a word, none even knew what she looked like. Not an inch of skin showed, it was difficulty to even guess at what her form was like beneath her long, billowing black robe. All that was exposed was an expressionless white mask, ceramic, and a clawed steel gauntlet that gripped the blade. Only faint hints of feminine curves could be glimpsed as the warrior moved. She always struck with her left arm, never her right, never even raised it to bat aside or block a blow. It had led to the only name she was known by, the One Armed samurai. It was widely speculated that she was a transformed, hiding her warped body beneath that cloak. Seffia hirself was a transformed, a rich noblewomen with some rather strange standards of beauty. Shi had begged an avatar to alter hir into the form shi desired. A sadistic avatar of Karma had done as requested, finding Seffia's desires quite interesting. Shi wanted to share hir beauty with the rest of the world, altering those in hir employ into creatures like hirself. The overlord resembled a great bipedal wolf, shaggy black and gray fur covered hir body. Ten heavy breasts studded hir torso, leading down to a massive black wolfcock, eight huge balls in a huge udder-like structure between hir legs, with six thick teats that leaked precum when shi was aroused. A long, muscular serpent-like tail jutted from hir backside, a trio of cocks arranged on the end around a sphincter-like opening that lead into the overlord's womb, one of two anyway. Hir pussy was placed on the back of hir ballsack/udder. With all the weight between hir legs, a bipedal gait was all but impossible, so shi walked on all fours, or moved through other means. Namely flight. Instead of a wolf's paws, wyvern-like wings sprouted from hir shoulders, allowing Seffia to fly, or walk using them for forelegs. A second and third pair adorned hir back. In the center of hir spine, a cluster of six cock tentacles lay. Each of hir breasts had four teat-like nipples surrounding a wolf cock. Hir seed caused transformation in any human that touched it, though less extreme then hir own. Most gained breasts and a cock, the wolfen form, the six wings, and a rather dull version of Seffia's own tail, lacking cocks or the delightful orifice. Sometimes they gained Seffia's ballsack-udder, or a pair of cock tentacles, but not often. Seffia didn't mind, shi found them all beautiful. Seffia began to think that snatching the girl that rested in hir womb wasn't worth it. Yes, she did wriggled and writhe so deliciously inside of hir, trying in vane to escape, all the while slowly transforming into another of Seffia's beautiful pets. Surely that abduction was the reason this hunter was here. The overlord supposed that the girl inside of hir must be someone of worth, importance, or value to someone. With a sharp backhand, the samurai knocked hir last guard aside, and turned toward Seffia, slowly walking toward the wolf-creature. "What do you want?" Seffia demanded. "What do you want with me?" shi snarled, hir eyes looking over hir pets below. Thankfully they were all just knocked out, not dead. Without a word the samurai continued her slow march toward Seffia, slowly ascending the stairs to the upper floor from which Seffia watched the battle. Shi watched, unable to flee. With the girl in hir belly shi was too heavy to fly, and hir belly would drag o nthe ground if shi tried to run, giving her painful carpet burns at the very least. The hunter stops a few feet in front of Seffia. The noble gazes into the black void in the eyes of the mask, trying to find a hint of compassion, but can find nothing but empty blackness. "I have waited so long for this day, Seffia..." the samurai says, barely more then a whisper. It doesn't sound like the voice of a powerful warrior, but rather that of a small girl. "For three long years I've waited for this day, to finish what we started three years ago." Seffia's mind darted back, trying to figure out where shi knew this assassin from, but shi drew a blank. Unable to fight or flee shi closed hir eyes, letting out a reserved sigh. "I'm ready." shi says, awaiting the deathblow. But what comes is completely unexpected, instead of the cold touch of steel, Seffia feels the warm, wet touch of a tongue on hir muzzle, pressing into hir mouth, a hand reaching down to caress hir sheath. "Who... who are you?" Seffia whispers, more afraid then ever. The samurai pulls away, her face concealed in the shadows of her hood, her mask and sword laying on the carpet nearby. "Three years ago, you and I met. You and your followers attacked a caravan containing a swordmaster and his little orphaned slave girl. You pounced on me, attacked me..." Seffia can hear a tone of amusement in hir attacker's voice, shi feels a hand grip the silk and satin wraps shi has covering hir body, relishing their feel on hir sex organs and exposed skin. The invader rips them away. "You ripped off my clothes..." Seffia notices for the first time that the attacker is just as large as hirself, perhaps a little more then seven feet in height. A powerful hand grips Seffia's arm-wing, and flips hir to the ground painfully. "You threw me to the ground and then..." Seffia can't see the samurai clearly, hir own wings in the way, but shi can see the attacker's black robe falling, pooling on the ground. "And then you began to rub me, stroke me, fondle me." the woman continues, slowly rubbing Seffia's femsex with three fingers. "It was a new experience for me, a touch so gentle, not forceful like my master's, and then..." the attacker chuckles. Something warm, wet, and hard is slowly run over Seffia's udder, sending a shiver through hir body. "Then you took that big cock, and shoved it inside me." the invader says with a grunt, ramming hir cock to the hilt inside Seffia. It was far bigger then Seffia was used to taking, but not nearly big enough to cause hir pain, with a wet sucking sound shi feels the samurai's knot entering hir, meaning a canine cock? "It hurt, it hurt so bad, you were so big, but the pain began to fade as you changed me. Slowly thrusting against me, my tiny body beneath you, begging you to stop. You laughed at me, reached a wing around my body and cupped one of my budding breasts." shi says, doing the same thing Seffia had done years before, wrapping an arm around the overlord's body, stroking one of hir breasts, kneading it roughly. With a sharp yank Seffia is pulled body to body with the girl, her tail twisted up painfully against hir back, cramping hir tentacles. "You pulled me back against yourself, whispered softly in my ear 'Soon, pet, you'll be mine, you'll belong to me. You'll be so perfect, so sexy, so beautiful. I'm going to make you mine.'" Seffia howls as sharp teeth pierce hir skin on hir neck and shoulder. "I began to change, began to alter into what you wanted me to be. I felt my cock stir for the first time, feeling confined in the panties that you had pushed aside to enter me. You laughed, then reached down with your wing and began to stroke..." Seffia can feel something wrapping around hir own growing maleness, rubbing the slick, black flesh lovingly. "You began to, mmm, thrust against me, and I began to change more. I felt, oohh, wings burst from my back, my feet become paws, my teeth turning into fangs. I started to grow, aaah, started to change. The pain vanished, pleasure taking it's place. I wanted to change, wanted to be yours. But, ooooh you feel so good Seffia, you pulled out of me and took to the air with your flock." the girl says, almost purring in Seffia's ear. The overlord can do nothing but lay on hir belly, caught up in the feelings of being forcibly mated by the invader. "Cum for me, Seffia, complete my transformation. Make me whole again. Make me beautiful. Cover my cock with your juices as I fill you with my seed. I've want this for so long, Seffia. It hurts so much to see myself unfinished, aaaaaargh! Halfway between what I was and what you want me to be. Seffia's gaze drops downward, to the hands on hir chest and cock. The one squeezing hir breast tightly is human looking, but has tiny black claws, but the other one... The other is twisted and elongated with a thick membrane between the digits, halfway between a wing and a hand. "I want to be like you, Seffia, I want my fur, my muzzle. I want my breasts, not just eight small nubs below my own breasts. I want working wings, I want a wondrous tail, I want this beautiful udder you have, I want these lovely tentacles." the girl whispers, Seffia can feel hir tensing, close to climax. "Cum for me, Seffia, cum and make me yours like you promised." the invader says, lapping at Seffia's ears with a long canine tongue. "Make me yours." shi repeats. Seffia breath is caught in hir throat, the continuous thrusting of the samurai, the massive cock buried in hir, it all feels so good, better then any mating shi's had with hir pets recently. Shi felt weak and helpless, and it was making hir so fucking hot. "I cum for you, pet." Seffia gasps. "You're mine!" says the wolf-creature, throwing hir head back and howling as hir body begins to climax. Torrents of girlcum flowing down hir tunnel to slop over the samurai's cock, to drip down on their their legs. Hir maleness erupts, sending thick jets of cum onto hir breasts, belly, face, and beyond. Seffia's howl is joined by another as hir lover cums as well, filling Seffia with deliciously warm seed, not nearly as much as Seffia would have liked. With an audible pop, the invader pulls hir member from Seffia's cunt. The shi-wolf rolls over onto hir back, getting a good look at hir assailant. Shi indeed looks halfway between a normal human and one of Seffia's own gorgeous pets. Not a hair of fur on hir, shi stands on powerful legs and paws. Hir cock rivals Seffia's for size, but hir sack is much smaller. True to hir word, the attacker has only two breasts, with eight tiny nubs below them. Hir left arm is twisted into a wing, totally useless as hand and wing. Shi lacks a tail and tentacles, and the four wings on hir back are tiny and undersized. Hir face is nearly human, just a slight muzzle, sharp fangs, and wolfen ears. Moaning, the invader drops to the ground. "Oh Seffia! I'm changing!" shi says happily. With a smile the overlord watches the transformation, delighting in the beautifying of hir newest pet. First are hir breasts, swelling from nubs, to round, full luscious orbs. Each one sporting four engorged nipples and a dripping wolfcock in the middle. A tail snakes out of the invader's rear, extending to a length of nine feet, the tip splitting into three thick cocks. Reflexively the tail widens, opening the 'mouth' concealed between them. With a series of pops and cracks, hir tiny muzzle reshapes into it's full wolfen glory. Amber eyes weep tears of joy as shi feels hir ballsack swelling, growing as large and full as that of Seffia, teats dripping thick precum. With a delighted groan, the samurai's arms and wings alter to their correct arrangement, large, strong, and powerful. A soft tingle spreads across the invader's body, gold and black fur spreading over human skin, turning to cream on hir tummy. Panting, hir change is nearly complete, four thick cock tentacles springing from the area on hir back between hir lower wings. Shi raises to hir hind legs, looking over hir form, finally finished after so long. Hir gaze turns to Seffia. "Thank you." shi says softly, snuffling and shaking a little. "I'm so beautiful." Seffia places a wing on hir pet's shoulder. "Yes, yes you are dear." the overlord says, pulling hir new pet into an embrace. "Can I please stay here?" the newly transformed girl asks. "Y-you were the only one who's ever shown me any sort of love in my life. I... I want to be with you, Seffia." The shi-wolf smiles. "Of course you can stay. Such a powerful warrior you are." Seffia rocks hir new pet gently, nothing more then a long neglected child in a strong and skilled body. "You can't be my pet, however." "Why not?" the girl says softly, shi sounds heartbroken. "Because I have something special in mind. I enjoyed it when you forced yourself on me, I felt powerless against you. It's a rush I hadn't felt in a long time. I liked it, I loved it, I want to feel like that again. You've made my cum harder then I ever thought possible. I don't want you to be my pet, I want you to be my mistress." The girl thinks this over for a moment. "I accept." shi says, smiling. "I thought you would." Seffia feels a sharp slap on hir leg from the girl's tail. "That's Mistress Kaarhia to you, pet!" shi growls playfully. Seffia laughs. "I thought you'd like that, Misress Kaarhia." Kaarhia pulls hir pet's head close. "Now kiss your mistress, pet." shi says softly.
Biggest Fan The crowd rocked rhythmically with the pulsing beat. Everything was electric around Kelli as she screamed, waving her homemade sign. Biggest fan! She’d followed them since the beginning, and now that they were hitting it big, she was here still as their second album roared up the charts and went platinum. They were like nothing else, not since her first time at that small festival her freshman year in college. Xerxes roared on stage, his muscled chest heaving as he belted out the hard rock cords. His stage presence unmistakable. The band echoed him, their bodies flowing majestically within the confines of their stage suits. She screamed louder, watching them stamp their hooves, the beat played out with the heavy clops of their bodies. No one knew who designed the look, but it was phenomenal. The flowing hair, the powerful stallion bodies, the dark leather. It all screamed metal, and she was there for it. The song ended with a crash, leaving the audience screaming, and then there was a lull as they caught their breath before the next set started. A hard tap on her shoulder caught Kelli’s attention. She turned to find a man in dark shades and a suit. “Miss, your presence has been requested backstage after the show.” He said, proffering her a small VIP badge, dark with the Xentaurus logo. She screamed, taking the badge in hand. “Oh my god! Yes!” She bounced, her leather straining under her gyrations. The man just nodded and receded back into the shadows, and the show resumed. She cheered and screamed, all the while clutching the small pass tightly in her hand. To her, it was better than gold. * * * The bouncer had checked the pass twice. Nodded and let her into the dark steam tunnel that ran below the arena floor. The lighting was florescent, but cast an odd orangish hue across the cinderblock walls. She passed an occasional roadie, and several more arena staff as she moved deeper into the subfloors of the arena. Every now and again she’d hold up her pass and the person nearest would point down the halls. Eventually she found a space that was a bit cleaner, a bit brighter lit, and most spacious. Barely. There was more activity here as crew worked to secure instruments, sound, and lighting equipment. Some hauled off; others things put into various rooms. A man grunted as she showed her pass again, but this time she got clearer directions as he gestured at a door nearby. A small gold plaque hung on the front: XERXES. Her breath caught in her throat. Three years of following the band and now she was here, with a chance to meet them. They were notoriously secretive, never appearing in public outside of events. There weren’t even any groupies around for her to compete with. Did she alone get the pass? She stifled a nervous but excited titter as she stepped up to the door. Her knuckles rapping on the door. Her heart sat in her throat as she waited, her anxiety causing her breaths to be shallow and fast. Though this only made her cleavage heave more. * * * The door swung open slowly, and a man allowed her to enter as he saw her pass. Another security guard, one who clearly was a no- nonsense type. His dark face scanned her up and down for a moment before showing her to a couch. She plopped down upon it and he returned to the door, quietly fading into the shadows. The room was little more than a couch and a few chests, beyond lay a second door, she presumed to the private dressing room. She gently folder her hands in her lap, waiting, wondering what he’d look like in person. The special effects that made the band look like centaurs were amazing and she was curious to know how they did it. She’d never been able to spot any wires. Her mind wandered to the reality of why she was here. She wasn’t a fool; she knew what getting a private backstage pass meant. At least she hoped she wasn’t misreading it. She’d wondered about him for years, fantasizing about how much he was hiding under those tight leather pants that his lower half wore. She licked her lips slightly, realizing that she was starting to fantasize about having sex with her favorite singer. The notion certainly didn’t displease her, as she bit her lip sightly. * * * The inner door swung open with a bang, and the muscular Xerces strode in, still in full stage costume. His long flowing dark hair, his rippling chest muscles bare. He’d set down his guitar, but he was still clad in his leather pants that covered a horse-like body. He looked down at her, his dark eyes smoldering. She almost swooned. “I’m glad you could make it. I saw your sign. You were at some of our others shows too, I think.” His voice was deep, powerful, and melodious. Every bit the instrument. She nodded dumbly, unable to come up with words when confronted by her idol. Her lust was simmering, hoping she’d get more than a few small words from him. “You look thirsty.” He didn’t wait for her nod, but instead gestured to his security guard. “Get her a drink, something special.” The guard nodded and disappeared out the door, and Xerxes returned his attention to her, his back hoof clopping on the floor. “Now, get hydrated, because I’d like to spend some time with you after I change. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” His hand reached down and cupped her chin, his calloused thumb running gently over her lips. She took a chance and nipped at it lightly, sucking gently on its tip. He only smiled. “Good, I see that you’re willing. I promise, it’ll be something to remember.” The heat was rising in her, she felt flushed and ready. She hoped he wouldn’t be long and she longed to follow him as he trotted back into the room that he’d entered from. The guard returned quickly, handing her a bottle of flavored water. She gulped it down, knowing that she was going to be losing a lot more fluids soon, or at least she hoped to. Maybe she’d even suck down a few extra. Licking her lips at the odd lemongrass flavor of the water, she wondered if he tasted as good as he looked. The moisture between her thighs made it clear she wanted more than one taste. * * * The wait seemed to be interminable. Kelli found herself feeling increasingly warm, her leather pants and corset constricting her. She looked around; the guard had disappeared again. He’d probably seen all this before at other stadiums, knowing that he was to make himself scarce when the start brought a lover in. At least she thought she was a lover. The heat was becoming unbearable, and she started to peel off her layers. To hell with anyone seeing her. She was going to give Xerxes a hell of a show anyway. Her boots were first, the heavy knee-high leather found themselves tossed to the side as she stretched her toes. Next was the corset which fell away, reveling the soft light shirt that she had tucked under it. Even that felt hot. Her pants were next to go, he sweat making them stick to her freshly shaved legs, and she gave a satisfied sigh as they peeled off. She ditched the socks too before stretching out on the couch, letting her thighs spread open enough to reveal the soft camel toe that was getting decidedly wetter as she waited on her would-be lover’s return. He didn’t keep her waiting long, perhaps no more than five minutes after she’d left her clothes on the floor. He strode in again. Her eyes went wide at the godlike body, not just at the muscled physique, but in that he was still wearing his centaur body, but now it too was nude, jet black fur covered him from the waist down, hooves polished like obsidian, his tail dark and swishing as he seemed to breath in her scent, his eyes darting to the empty water bottle. “I see you’re eager.” He said, his voice commanding. “But not yet ready.” Kelli sputtered, looking at him, not believing her eyes. There were no such things as centaurs. Not really. But she could see him now, clearly. Right down to the giant throbbing cock that hung below his enormous equine torso. She started to say something, her mind spinning, but nothing came out except a wretched cry. Her body contorted painfully. She tried to stand but only managed to flop onto the floor. The mercifully cool floor as heat built in her body. She could feel things shifting, changing, but her vision swam. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own as parts of her grew outward. Her back ached as it bent painfully in new directions, sweeping outward. She crawled barely able to come to grips with the pain, pressing her face against the wall, her body spreading outward behind her, growing. She heard the snapping as much as felt her panties give way as her ass ballooned outward. Her shirt buttons popped as her already generous cleavage grew more substantial, the exposed nipples now rubbing against the cold painted concrete of the wall. They only grew harder with the pressure. She moaned slightly. Kelli could feel her feet cracking and shifting now, and the pressure of new growths from her stomach as new limbs grew in. She tried to stagger to her feet, but only managed to end up with her ass in the air, her new legs unable to complete the commands. A new tail flicked behind her; her sex now presented to him. She could feel the muscles contracting; opening and closing her vulva, enticing him to insert that giant rod of his fully into her. She could feel him fingers grab and pinch the new growths that sat below her new hind legs, rolling the thick nipples that had grown there, feeling the swell of her teats. He seemed pleased as he grunted. His fingers ran along her exposed mound, feeling her wetness. “You human women are too fragile, too small to serve as a good mate, but you are malleable.” His tone was dark now, lustful. She could feel his weigh upon her. Her body hot as he grabbed her arms, pressing her against the wall, binding her to his will as she felt his first thrust drive home, sending shockwaves through her body even as it was still completing the changes. Maybe it was a scream, maybe it was a moan, that came out. Kelli wasn’t sure, but she could feel the enormity of him slid in hard again, pressing deep into her. His body pressing down on her, claiming her. Again, and again, he thrusted, as she moaned, her nipples scraping against the wall in pleasure and in pain. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. Soon he pulled his hands down, and let himself play with her breasts as his thrusting became more urgent. She moaned again as he released his seed into her. She could feel the spurt as it coated her cervix, demanding to sire a new generation. Exhausted from the changes and the sex she collapsed, even as he pulled from her. Her legs, folded under her, leaving her pressed against the wall panting. The only sound was that of the wet pop as his cock slid fully free, and she felt the warmth of his seed running down between her legs onto her new teats. Her mind was spinning still, trying to make sense of what had just happened. She turned her head back, her rapid breaths still straining to get enough air into her expanded body. For the first time she caught sight of her new backside. Her dark hair cascaded down now to her back where her pale skin merged with a soft cinnamon coat. Her rump, now twisted sideways on the floor, showed off a dappled look with paler patches across her broad hips. Capping it off was a swishing black tail. Her hooves, she did a double take on that, were shiny but a soft tan color. She gently moved one leg watching it shift as she tried to stand, almost pulling herself up along the wall as she rose unsteadily to her new hooves. “I don’t understand.” She said quietly. “I’ve decided I need a mate for the tour, and you’re it. You are, after all, my biggest fan, aren’t you? Do you not like my gift?” His voice was soft, appealing, but there was a dark hardness to it now too. She knew then that she was just a warm place to put his cock at night. Her equine body spasmed slightly, reminding her that she was very willing to be that warm place. And a chance to be with him? Her reservations wilted under the lust that flared in her. She’d be his lover, at least. He reached down and patted her new flank. “Oh, I think you’ll enjoy the tour, and if you’re a good mare, maybe we can see about you being a permanent addition to the herd.” “Permanent?” She asked, not having realized that it wasn’t already so. “Well, you could say no, and in a few days, you’d change back.” He made a show of examining his fingernails. She realized that she was already eager for another round with her rockstar lover. Shifting her new weight slightly she turned to face him. “I think I’m okay with staying on tour.” “I was hoping you’d say that.” He buried his head into her mammoth tits, taking a moment to nibble and suck on one of them. “I could get used to these.” He said as he shifted, preparing to mount her again. Kelli didn’t complain as he began to climb atop her again, her tail already lifted and ready for his massive cock to explore her depths once more. A few months as a centaur was starting to sound like a lot of fun. She licked her lips and wondered if he tasted as good as he felt.
For Us She grunted lightly as the rope pulled across her chest, forcing her breasts up. Her mind wandered though as she felt the deft hands of her lover entwine the rope around her back in the intricate patterns that took far too long some moments. The anticipation was still there, but it felt lacking of late, and while her nipples remained pleasantly hardened in the cool air of the evening, she couldn’t quite bring herself to really enjoy the experience. The hands faltered a bit as they wound another layer of the rope around her torso. She found herself looking into his eyes, the rope held loosely in his large hands. He was examining her face with a look of concern. “Is everything okay?” “Yeah,” She let the little white lie escape. “You just don’t seem into it. Do you want to stop?” The voice was tinged with concern. He was never much of a Dom, though he could tie her up like a pro, he wasn’t that into the domination aspect. He knew her too well, even if she hadn’t used their safe word, he sensed her reluctance. “No, yes, I don’t know. I just, well, I don’t know.” “I’m not going to force you to do anything you’re not into.” She could feel the ropes loosening around her slightly. “I know that. I trust you.” “But you’re not enjoying it.” It wasn’t an accusation, just a statement. “I am, but I really want something new.” “Like what?” “I wish I knew. I want to feel animalistic. I want to get fucked like we’re rutting in heat.” She bit her lip lightly; she wasn’t sure how he’d take this. “It’s been a while since the passion has really taken over.” He nodded, a barely perceptible movement, and she could see the strain in his face. She loved him and he loved her, but the passion had ebbed lately. It was too routine, too similar. She wanted more. Slowly the ropes came loose entirely as he pulled the knots out. Her arms released from behind her back, she rubbed her hands absently to restore a bit of blood flow, though it was hardly necessary, he was gentle with his knots and never constricted more than was safe. “Jerome, I…” She started as he coiled the rope on his forearm. “Shh, it’s okay, I think I understand. Let’s talk about it later, okay?” She started to say something more as he slipped out of the room. He didn’t come back to bed. * * * There was an uneasy feeling in the house the next morning. She found him poking at his cereal, his hair having that slightly oily look of someone who hasn’t showered recently enough. “Jerome, I’m really sorry.” “You didn’t do anything wrong.” He was too gentle for his own good some days. He was hurt, she knew that, but she had to be honest, the lovemaking of late wasn’t satisfying her. He took that as a personal failure though. He was moping about it now, and that kind of bugged her, at the same time she understood that it hurt him to feel he wasn’t exciting her anymore. It wasn’t that their love making was completely boring. Plenty of toys, the ropes, and different positions. He was good with his tongue, though he lacked a little in the manhood department at just about five inches, but he made a good showing with that five. She should be happy with an attentive lover, but she still felt she needed a new thrill. Something different. The question was just, what? The day stretched by, and one day became two. Their regular lovemaking didn’t happen. By the end of the week it was annoying her. “Quit sulking!” She screamed at him. “I’m not!” “Yes, you are. You’ve taken what I told you and are taking it all as a personal affront to your manhood. Cut that out! It doesn’t mean you need to stop touching me! It doesn’t mean we can’t have sex!” He sputtered a bit, and his head drooped. Shit, she though, I’m making him more self-conscious. “Damn it, stop taking everything so personally! We’re going to see a therapist!” The appointment couldn’t come soon enough. * * * The following weeks were hard, but slowly Jerome was opening back up, and they were talking. The frustrations, the fears, the insecurities. It wasn’t enough that they just loved each other, but they had both needed to be heard. She found that Jerome hadn’t even liked the ropes, but he did them because he knew she liked them. He’d learned that skill for her. She felt a little bad over rebuffing him about it now, but she realized that her needs were just as important. The talks were long, heavy, and she found out things about him that he hadn’t shared previously as they opened up about fetishes and feelings through weeks of frank talk. It’d taken time, but slowly they were drawing back together again. Love making lately had been gentler, slower paced, just to explore and feel each other. Cuddling had become more of a priority. She still wanted more, but they needed to reestablish the bonds. On her own she was exploring her own interests. She’d found herself wandering through fetish pages, and kinky stories. Some things excited her, others made her squirm, and a few were instant turn offs. But she wanted to find what scratched her itch. She found it buried. It started with butt plugs with tails. The idea of being animalistic, raw, primal. She wanted that passion. Cat tails turned to donkey tails. She flipped through pony play and hucow. But none of it was quite right. But late one evening as she sat diddling herself to a series of stories, she realized what she wanted was to be the animal. Well, maybe not an actual animal, but someone released of her human inhibitions to revel in her instincts to rut. She knew he’d go for it. She’d seen his furry porn. Maybe that was it, just maybe she could find a way to be that for him and let herself be. Digging into the internet with gusto she wondered… what kind of animal would I be? So, many options. She kept returning though to the curves of the cow women. The thick sensual nipples. “Oh my, yes.” She felt herself cream over her hand when she realized that was what she wanted. * * * She moved to introduce the idea to their love making slowly, and his obvious enjoyment. She slipped in a headband with horns, cow print lingerie, and finally even a plug with a cow tail. And for a few weeks it seemed to help. He took to her passionately, and she let herself go, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted more. But how? She turned back to the internet. * * * “Jerome?” She called from the door. “I’m all set! Just remember, I’ll be at the cabin, no cell service up there.” The garbled mid-toothbrush grunted “Okay.” “See you in a month.” She kissed him lightly on the cheek, the toothbrush still hanging from his mouth. He spit, “Alright, be safe and good luck on your writing.” He gave her a quick kiss and a hug before she could reach the stairs. She hated lying to him about this. Instead, she had found her solution and that involved a plane ticket, her passport, and a risky decision. Picking up her bags she headed for the airport. * * * She awoke, shaking slightly, her eyes blinded by the florescent lights that filled the room. Aches radiated through her body. She’d gone through with it after all. Months of planning, hidden correspondence, and now weeks of recuperation. Trying to lever herself up, her arms failed and she slumped back on the pillows. Exhausted by even the smallest movements she wondered how it’d turned out. Most of the nurses didn’t speak much English, though a few did, but she soon found she was so heavily bandaged that she’d be several weeks before she could really see the results. Sighing when she heard this, she settled in to let her body recover. By the time she was able to stand up again, she was demanding a mirror. The nurses obliged enough to help her to the bathroom. The bandages covered so much of her. Her forehead, her chest, her hips. She couldn’t tell how successful but she looked like she’d been run over by a truck. Dark bruising could be seen around the edges of the bandages, and she looked pale and wan. It would be days before she could take the bandages off. She thankfully had an e-reader. She was going to get caught up on a lot of reading in the meantime. The doctor came by a few times to check on her progress. He rolled her on her side, checked on her healing and her bandages. Often, she could feel the nurses changing the bandages as he watched, allowing him a moment to inspect the surgical wounds. He said they were healing nicely. She could go in a few weeks. After ten days the bandages started to come off. All but bouncing she was so excited that to get a look at herself. She tottered to the bathroom, still aware of the staples and incisions. Bruises still dotted her body, but what a body she’d gotten. Gone was the doughy look she’d had. Her chest stuck out proudly now, engorged with the large implants. Her hips and butt too showed the implants were there. Curves that now gave her more of an hourglass look. She’d even gotten them to inject a bit of the extra in the lips department. Both lips and she pouted lewdly as she gently spread her thickened neither lips. But these were just the extras. Her real triumphs were the special features. Above her brow two small horns had been surgically bolted to her skull, carefully crafted to leave them exposed. But the real magic was the gentle swaying of a tail behind her. She hadn’t a clue how he’d crafted it, but the ropey appendage swept down from her ass, involuntary muscular contractions making it twitch and sway. Hair from her head grafted to the tip to give it a light poof of fuzz at the slender tip. She grinned. She was her own cow now. To top it off she made sure she had gotten herself a septum ring, which now saw on her lip. “Moo.” Her tail twitched. * * * The hat hid her horns, her body covered in the baggy clothes. She slipped out of customs and made her way to the car park. The ride home was the longest she’d ever had. She was so anxious. The changes so drastic. She wondered how he would react. She hoped he’d tear her clothes off and fuck her senses. They said she was healed enough now. Her tail twitched in anticipation. She couldn’t control it, but she loved the sensations it gave. The driveway was empty when she pulled in. Good. She slipped inside; he wouldn’t be home for a bit she hoped. Her lingerie had definitely not grown with her, but she still managed to slide the fabric over her thickening thighs once more, the garter belt doing extra duty to make sure they stayed up. Her bra though, it wouldn’t fit, but she didn’t need it too. Her nipples, already puffy were hardening as she slowly slid around the bed, her fingers exploring her deeper folds as she warmed up. A car door slammed. She moaned a little and slid her wet fingers out and licked them. She was waiting. She could here the door, then his pounding feet up the stairs. His voice called out for her. “In here, love.” He stepped into the darkened room. She could smell his musk, oh how she’d missed it. The light flicked on, revealing her in all her glory. His jaw dropped as he took in the sensual curves, the small horns, as she lay there coyly. “Well?” “You look,” he started “…amazing. How?” She cut him off. “Questions later.” She pulled his arm and drew him to her. His cock already hard as she slid down his pants. His fingers flicking at her nipples. She could feel him slide up against her already wet and engorged cunt. His fingers clenched around her wrists, she could feel his urgency, the force, the passion. He grunted and forced her into the bedding as he fucked her, his teeth nipping at her tender flesh. Shrieking a little, she felt herself lifted and flipped onto her stomach, exposing her tail to him for the first time. He stared at it for a moment, but only long enough for her to present her needy hole to him as she gathered her knees under herself, and slamming into his hips. It drove his shaft as deep as she could. That was all the impetuous he needed. He played gently with the tail for a moment only, but she could feel his force now pressing into her hips, his fingers groping at the thick layers of padding that surrounded her once narrow hips. Moans escaped her as she buried her face into the pillows. Her body ached, but in a good way as she felt herself cum over and over. Grabbing his balls, she squeezed them a little as his own orgasm hit. The post coitus cuddle was new for them. He curled up behind her, his hand absently playing with her new tail. She enjoyed the sensation, though it was hard to explain. His fingers danced occasionally back to her swollen labia, sending another low shudder through her body as he explored the changes to her. He was gentle, but he was demanding, primal but tamed. This is what she was missing. She felt his nuzzles on her neck, a change from the teeth marks from their love making earlier. “You did this for me?” He asked. “No, I did this for us.” She snuggled into him.
Kinky Witch 6: Still on Holiday I yawned and stretched. The morning sun streamed into our hotel room. I rubbed my belly and slowly got up. My wife was still snoozing in the bed next to me, probably still tired from our marine adventures the day before. It hadn’t dampened her enthusiasm for some additional sex last night, but she obviously was tired now. I padded to the bathroom and got myself cleaned up a bit. A quick shower, I passed on shaving, and dressed myself in nothing but the bare essentials of presentably as I grabbed a keycard and headed down to the lobby. By the time I returned with a tray full of breakfast stuffs from the restaurant, I found her yawning and flipping channels on the television. She squee’ed just a little at the arrival of eggs, toast, bacon, orange juice, and piping hot coffee with lots of creamer. I got a brief hug and a squeeze from her as I set down the tray. I grabbed one of the plates for myself along with the tea I favored for my own breakfast. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?” I mumbled with a mouth full of toast. “Shopping!” She giggled as she got up to disappear into the bathroom for a bit. I knew that giggle, and the tingle in the air made sure of it. I settled in to finish breakfast, shifting my position a bit as parts of my body started to grow and shrink. I pulled my knees up, letting the hips pop into their new shape. I tried to ignore the throbbing in my cock but was keenly aware of it shrinking back as I felt my body cavity opening. I was, once again, the proud owner of my own muff. The wrapped feeling of my stomach reminded me I now had a uterus. My chest, pressed outward revealing two delicate but distinct nipples pressing through the light undershirt I had worn down to the lobby. I tried to ignore them a bit but they made it so I had to reposition my plate to finish my eggs. I waved a few dark strands of hair from my eyes, realizing at this point that she’d picked ‘Marla’ as my current form. It made a lot of sense really. This meant we could share clothes since we were the same size and shape. She loved Marla for shopping trips since she could see how she’d looking in twice as many dresses. That and she could dress me from her suitcase rather than having to alter my clothes with magic. Apparently inert fabric was much harder to change than people realized. It was rare she took the effort. Sadly, for me, Marla was just as horny and aroused as any of my forms. I could feel myself getting damp just having my legs pulled up and open, even if they were still in my now slightly too large shorts. My wife just slipped back into the bed and went back to eating her breakfast while watching some weather and scrolling through her phone. I finished eating and lay back to let my stomach settle. Though I did slip my hand down my shorts to diddle my clit a little. A few moments later her hand snaked over and slid under and she brought me to rapid orgasm, even as she continued to finish her coffee. She gave me a quick kiss. “Go get showered.” I peeled the very soaked shorts off and threw them in the dirty clothes bag while doing my best to rock my hips at her as I disappeared into the shower. I took longer than I needed in the shower, taking the time to play with my nipples and cunt just a bit more and letting myself rock out one more nice orgasm. Marla was nicely responsive under my fingers. Oddly it was one of my favorites because the body responded as I would expect my wife to respond and so I could enjoy the orgasms as if I were giving them to her. By the time I got out of the shower and had patted myself dry, she’d laid out a nice sundress for me. Thankfully she’d included panties and a panty liner. I had to admit as wet as I could get as Marla, I didn’t need to be soaking through my panties all day. The first time I’d worn one had been odd, but since Marla was prone to being taken out shopping, I’d learned to adapt to this. Wiggling into the dress I found my wife had disappeared back into the bathroom only to have her come strutting out in a nice dress of her own, the flirty floral pattern matching the plain sunshine yellow of my own rather tastefully. She grabbed two purses, sticking my wallet in one. With that she led me out the door and to the shopping. * * * By the time we got back to the hotel that evening we were both sporting several bags of stuff. I hoped we had enough room for it all in our bags, otherwise we were going to have to mail some stuff home. Oddly being Marla made it a lot easier for me to enjoy the shopping experience. Maybe because I spent most of the time thinking about how those dresses would look on my wife rather than being concerned about them being on me. Well, that and the constant sublime state of horniness I existed in while we were out. I flopped on the bed, panting lightly. I could feel that the panty liner had all but lost the battle with my own horniness as the fabric and liner were now distinctly squishy. Even having changed it out at lunch hadn’t helped. My wife reappeared from the bathroom and saw me laying across the bed. She slid her hands up my thighs, letting me shiver slightly at her touch across the bare skin. She flipped up the dress far enough to reveal the damp panties, which she pulled down to expose the matted fuzz between my legs. I felt my body shake as she nuzzled her nose into my damp muff, the first gentle strokes of her tongue slipping across the hood of my clit. I gently wrapped my legs around her shoulders and pulled her in, letting her tongue slide across the folds. She dove in with gusto, using her fingers she quickly had me bucking as she slid in and out. I could feel the muscles start to twitch and contract with each pressing of her fingers. I glanced down and could see the smile in her eyes as she looked up at me from her spot against the edge of the bed. The texture in my cunt began to change. It was slicker, squirmier and swirled around inside me driving me insane. I arched my back as another wave of orgasm rushed over me, thankfully Marla was mostly a moaner and not a screamer or I’d be waking the dead. I glanced back down and saw that her tongue was longer, and her fingers looked different. It took me a moment to realize they were small tentacles, as they squirmed over my crotch and in me. She slowly pulled away from my damp crotch, her face dripping with juices that she licked happily, along with the tips of those tentacles that had replaced her fingers. She gave me a mischievous look as she pushed me back farther on the bed, making room for herself. She slipped out of her own panties, and quickly entwine her legs with mine, pressing the softness of her cunt against mine, letting them rub slowly together. I was barely aware as she slid the tentacle fingers between us and let them enter both of us. Her others played with her breast that she popped out of the dress. I lost count of the orgasms. * * * I wasn’t sure what time it was when I woke up again. It was still light out, so probably not too late. I was pleased to find my wife had left me a bottle of water. Something I sorely needed. Getting up on shaky legs I slowly made my way back to the bathroom and turned on the shower. My body took to the warm shower with gusto, already feeling my nipples hardening in the spray from the water. I tried to ignore it, but still rubbed myself a little too much and felt my legs buckle for a moment as I let yet another orgasm ride over me. Damn, this was far more sensitive than she’d ever made me before. Finally getting myself clean, I slipped out into the room wrapped in a towel. She came back in soon. I noticed her fingers were back to normal. “Get up silly, we need to get some food.” With that she threw me another set of clothes, this time a slightly longer dress and blouse with a pair of strappy sandals. The panties were a thong, which I admitted I wasn’t a big fan of and she just smacked my ass in response. She did still have a panty liner for them at least. I polished off my water before we went down, hoping to ease the mild dehydration I was feeling. Dinner ended up being a quiet affair, the waiter took us to be sisters. Not surprising, and we chattered with him for a bit. I actually was enjoying the attention a bit; it was rare I got to be the pretty girl. I also had to push some lewd thoughts from my mind. I normally wasn’t attracted to guys, but having a sopping cunt did make one interested in getting pounded. After a light salad and small entre we headed out on the beach for an evening walk as the sun began to set. It’d been a nice day, and I wrapped my arm around my wife, our breasts pressing against each other as we kissed in the fading light. The sun took a while to set, but eventually we were alone in the cool evening air. I could feel a bit of a bubble of warmth around us. Her magic keeping the cool breeze from making either of us too chilly as we enjoyed the night air and the stroll down the beaches. I actually squeaked when something ran over my foot. I watched as a small white crab scuttled away down the beach. We stood and watched them as dozens ran about the area, scavenging the beach, fighting with each other. We laughed at a couple that seemed unusually silly. I felt her hand drift slowly down from my waist to my ass, she groped it slightly, and I returned the favor. “I’ve really enjoyed having you be Marla today.” She whispered. “It’s been interesting.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek. We slowly walked back to the hotel, arm in arm. It was nice, it was romantic. And I couldn’t deny that my nipples were nice and perky, and I could feel myself waiting for her attention again that night. Maybe I’d stay Marla just a little longer. * * *** I wasn’t sure how late we stayed up, but the next morning I awoke blinking in the sunlight. I tried to shift, only to find that some of last night’s shenanigans hadn’t worn off. I was still Marla, mostly, but my tits were of gigantic proportions, pinning me down. I reached around them and felt the nipples that felt like they were the size of coke cans just barely at the end of my reach. Forcing a hand under the mass of boob flesh, I found my hips were still quite noticeably broader, and my mound was now a pulsing giant cleft that I could easily slip my whole hand between the thick lips that made up my sopping cooch. My wife heard me apparently because she came out from the bathroom and smiled. There was a notably large phallic like appendage draped between her hips, thankfully I didn’t see any balls, which eased my fear about getting pregnant. She grinned at my predicament. “Awake again, love?” “Damn, what did we do?” “You got drunk on the mini bar and asked me to fuck you senseless. Which I happily did. Along with a few other enhancements.” I felt myself flushing. I could see her cock rising again, revealing that she still had her own tight little cunt beneath its mass. I was still horny and wet. She didn’t bother with any more banter; she slipped her mouth over one of my enormous nipples and sucked hard making me spasm slightly. Sliding on the bed she pushed my thighs up against my mountainous breasts and slid herself easily into me, thrusting slowly to get a rhythm. A mind began to cloud, and my eyes must have rolled up into my head because I could remember little until the bed stopped shaking from the pounding I was getting. I couldn’t make any coherent noises. It all came out as babble. She patted me. “This was fun, but I think it’s time to let you be my husband again.” A quick kiss on the forehead and I could feel the fog starting to lift as my orgasm hazed mind cleared. My breasts slowly contracted, an odd deflating feeling, along with my hips which popped loudly and somewhat painfully several times before they receded properly back to my male proportions and configuration. My cunt slowly reversed itself, letting my clit blossom back out into my cock while the labial folds slowly sealed up and I felt my balls drop down again. A clenching in my stomach told me my uterus was slowly withering away. Twenty minutes later I was back to my normal self, sorting out sensations and feelings again. It was really rare of her to want to grow a cock and fuck me, and I generally wasn’t usually up for it, let along several times, but it seems Marla had other ideas last night. It must have been really fun if I was still having trouble remembering what happened. Sighing, I went to clean up, hoping the hotel staff was understanding of the sticky mess I’d left behind on the sheets. I wondered if my wife had any other kinky ideas for our last day on the beach, but I was happy to find that she just wanted to spend the day with me, as me. She loved all the sex and the fun, but fundamentally we just loved each other and it was nice to spend a day as a couple. Beach walks, and some sight-seeing, followed up with what some might call pretty plain sex. But it was special anyway, just us, as we were, enjoying being together. We fell asleep that last night curled up in each other’s arms, quiet and contented with each other. Being married to a kinky witch was grand fun, but nothing topped being married to your best friend.
He didn’t remember whether it was him or one of his friends who suggested performing that stunt, but as soon as Kelby saw the bulk box of Mentos packets on sale for such an affordable price, he really couldn’t avoid jumping at the opportunity at the first chance he got. Never in his life had he seen so many of those things in one place, and already he was thinking about how he was going to thoroughly enjoy himself as soon as he had some time; his day off was on the other end of the week, giving him plenty of time to fantasize about how amazing it was going to be to drown himself in coke and then pour half of his body weight in fizzy little pellets down his gullet and into the sea of soda safely packed in his belly. It was so bad that his coworkers noticed, and a few even poked fun at whatever “random nonsense” he thought up for himself that time; not that Kelby cared, it was his nonsense and he was going to enjoy it! Just after clocking off, late that Saturday afternoon, the corgi took a small detour before heading back home, stopping at a supermarket to stock up on as much cheap soda as he could; the flavour and quality weren’t important as much as it being carbonated, though the cashier on check-out absolutely did not buy his excuse that it was all for a party he was hosting. Not that it mattered; they didn’t know him and he rarely went there anyway, so there was very little chance it might impact his fun. Dragging all of those bottles back to the car was still a pain and a half, leaving him huffing from the strain after a whole day of sitting down and doing nothing. Once he was back home, it was time to prepare everything for the big show the day after. There was no point getting down to business when he already had to prepare dinner and get some rest, so might as well have a good night’s sleep so he could spend as much of his day off as possible abusing his body’s limits; he was shaking at the thought, quivering really as the images flashed through his head and he imagined what was waiting for him during those long hours. It was doubly good in that it was something he had wanted to try for quite some time, and yet it took until a couple of weeks prior for the idea to truly crystallize inside of him after a particularly drink-heavy night out with his friends. Kelby was taking control over his own kinks and throwing himself into the maws of indecency, and that’s exactly how he liked it! Poor thing was so excited he could barely even sleep, only just getting six hours after his brain shut off sometime past two in the morning. The canine practically jumped out of bed, filled with boundless amounts of energy that lasted for precisely ten seconds before his body remembered how early in the morning it was; nothing that a good cup of coffee and a hearty breakfast couldn’t fix though, after which Kelby happily bounced over to the living room, where he had left several bottles of soda carefully laid out on a small table, with the box of Mentos right beside it. Like a painting, they beckoned to him, promising so many good memories that the corgi could barely even take a step from how much his knees were rattling with anticipation, enough that he more collapsed on the couch than sat down. He took a few deep breaths, preparing himself for what was coming, and only then bent forward to grab the first bottle, uncapping it… and then staring at its contents. He was about to do something incredibly stupid that would most likely ruin both his figure and the taste of the drink for months to come, not to mention something that carried a non-zero risk of leaving him permanently bloated, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to care. Slowly, he brought the opening to his mouth, gently tilting the plastic bottle upwards to let the sweet soda inside fall into his throat as a continuous stream, allowing him to take long, periodic gulps. His eyes were watering before he was even halfway done, his throat burning from the strain of taking in so much at a time, but he kept going regardless, knowing that if he got through the first hurdle, every other that came after it would be immensely easier on him. A full minute later and he was letting loose a colossal burp after emptying out the last drops, patting his stomach after throwing the bottle away towards one of the corners of the room. He already felt bloated, though not nearly to the extent that he wanted to… and that posed a serious question: was he ready for the second part of his plan? He originally wanted to pair up a bottle with a packet, but now that he thought about it, he did have more soda than he did treats, so why not go a few steps beyond that and truly go for broke? There was nothing stopping him, and it’s not like he was going to drink that low-grade crap on his spare time… so off he went to grab another dose, wincing as he felt the fizzy drink splash on his tongue and he spent yet another minute emptying out far more of it than he normally would. By the end, he could see the curvature to his belly, and was possessed of both a need to rub it, and a desire to fill it up even more, the latter of which he was finally ready to get down to business with. With a heavy groan and a few mumbled curse words, Kelby leaned forward and grabbed a packet of Mentos, not so much unwrapping as tearing it apart, before dumping its contents into his open mouth. There was a lot of practice involved in that gesture, more than he was comfortable admitting, so much that ignoring his gag reflex was pretty much routine for him; all he needed to do was build up a small pile of treats at the bottom of his mouth and then swallow the whole thing down, massaging his throat to help him move the glob of candy downwards. He had to swallow a few extra times just to move it into place, and almost felt short of breath, but experience and determination won at the end of the day; within just a few seconds, he felt those things plunge into the swollen reservoir of cheap soda that was his stomach, and almost immediately the mixture began to take effect. The swelling didn’t get much worse right away, but he still felt the pressure inside of his stomach rise as the two substances combined to form a ball of gas, or whatever it was they did, making him feel even more stuffed than he already did; this was far less uncomfortable than the corgi’s wildest expectations as well, feeling less like he was about to burst and more like a good couple of meals safely packed away inside of a big ball of happy, inviting warmth that seemed to be expanding at just the right rate to make it feel like a massage. Truly, his body had been prepared for that endeavour. He placed his hands on his bare belly, taking care to keep them far enough apart that his fingers wouldn’t touch, and sat there waiting for it to happen. It was slow at first, almost imperceptible, but as the bubble inside of him continued to grow, so too did the distance between his fingertips, with his hands slowly being pushed apart as his belly swelled up and outwards, just enough for him to notice it in between breaths. It was like a continuous inhale, one that left him feeling wonderfully full, and warm, and fuzzy, and desperate for more; it wasn’t enough for him to just do that once, it had to happen again. He had to lean back towards the box of treats, practically rolling over his stomach to do so, had to gorge himself on another full packet… only to find out that whatever fizziness had been inside the soda was long gone by the time the second dose plunged into it. No problem; he had more bottles anyway! All he had to do was grab more of the sweet, sugary juice and guzzle it down like he was about to die of thirst, his belly gurgling aggressively in protest to the ridiculous amount of fluids it was being forced to take. There was some minor bloating, courtesy of the intact candies still inside of him, but nothing major; he’d have to get more of those things in him if he really wanted to experience some proper growth. A second bottle down his throat, a burp, followed by a third and him groaning as the sugar rush hit him square in the head; without thinking, a fourth bottle, he couldn’t drink anymore, his stomach was rumbling! The world swam in front of his eyes as he tried to keep his composure, barely able to see straight as he rolled onto his side and then his back. With his belly turned to the ceiling, Kelby spent a good ten minutes scrambling to pull the box of Mentos closer to him, then ten more digging in it for one of the extra-large packets; he was sluggish, his movements slow and ponderous, but he did have a goal in mind. One by one, the candies rolled down his throat, swallowed whole with little difficulty. The corgi could almost hear them drop into the soda inside of his bloated stomach, followed by the unmistakable sound of the gas building up. One by one, he filled himself to bursting and then even more, until the sensation of fullness began to spread to the rest of him and swallowing at all began to grow harder with each treat. It was so easy before, and yet now it took him half a minute just to get a single pellet down his gullet; but he had to keep going, there was still so much soda left for him to abuse! Kelby took a moment to rest, drawing deep, slow breaths in an effort to center himself and find some last remnant of energy he could tap into. Small burps erupted from his throat every few seconds, the fluid content of his stomach sloshing loudly with even the slightest of motions. He wanted more, but he knew he couldn’t, knew he shouldn’t… but he still wanted it. The canine, still reeling from the impact his binging had on him, pulled another large packet and dropped it on his chest, staring at it for a few minutes. It wouldn’t do to just eat away at it one unit at a time, he had to bring all of its contents into him at once. He winced, his fingers slowly unwrapping it and piling all of the treats together, knowing that he was about to do something so stupid that even his lust-addled mind couldn’t find a way to justify it… but he did it anyway, until he had all of the candies neatly bundled up on his palm. The corgi stared at them. He knew what had to be done. He opened his mouth. He threw them in. And though it pained him, he swallowed. Both hands went to his throat, massaging it to help his dose go down easily. Down below, slightly muffled by the layers of fat and immense quantities of juice, the Mentos fell into the soda pool in three quick, consecutive splashes. And right afterwards, that warmth again; that delicious, inviting warmth that lulled him into a state of ecstasy unlike any other, with his eyes fluttering close and a soft moan escaping his lips. Kelby could practically hear his skin creak as it was forced to expand, his stomach slowly bloating to the size of an overinflated volleyball, pushing his belly outwards until he looked gravid. His hands, once more placed atop that dome, saw their fingers being pushed out, giving the dog both a visual and tactile spectacle to delight himself with. He felt the pressure rise to nearly unbearable levels, until it hit a wall; it wanted to keep going, wanted to become stronger, but his stomach lining held strong, and so too did his body. Kelby almost wished that it hadn’t; he didn’t want to pop, but he needed some form of finisher, something he could use to wrap up that session before resting for another one later that day. He was already at full mast, he needed that extra edge to finish off! … and he got it. Like a switch being flipped, the force pressing on him from the inside reached a peak, and climbed a final step. Like a dot at the end of the sentence, and with a small, almost inaudible pop, his belly button went from being an innie to an outie, becoming a tiny little bump on his belly. To most, this wouldn’t be much at all; to Kelby, it was enough to finally let him break through his limit and have his arousal hit its literal climax. The slick pre flowing from his cock’s tip was replaced by a series of strands of his seed, thick, white cream firing off onto the couch while his member twitched something fierce; Kelby himself arched his back when his orgasm hit him, lacking the strength to hold himself together and the willpower to avoid moaning out even harder than before. It lasted only for a few brief seconds, but it was enough to leave his mind, his body and his couch a complete mess, a few strands of spunk still pooling down by his nuts as the dog slowly slid into his refractory period. Breathing was hard, but manageable; every time he tried to fill his lungs was just another reminder of how swollen that stomach of his was, giving his shaft even more of a reason to stay as hard as possible. Kelby knew that it wasn’t the end for the day; he still had at least one session planned after he emptied out and digested properly, to say nothing of potential reruns later in the following week. But for the time being, he allowed himself to rest and recuperate. His body had taken quite the beating and deserved a few hours without literally being stretched to the limit, while his brain really needed to focus on something other than constant horny. Rushing ahead to the next orgasm wasn’t necessary; he had a whole day ahead of him! Not to mention a whole box of Mentos and about fifty bottles of soda left. God, he could taste it already. And in seconds, he’d be feeling it again too...
The New Law 4 “How many last night?” “Three.” “Ugh. How bad was it?” “They’re recovering now. Yvonne is in quite the state of shock. I’m not sure how she’s going to do with that giant udder, but the changes to Rosalie and Michelle are less severe.” “How much less severe?” “Well, Rosalie is going to need to learn to walk again. She got the elf treatment, but her lord decided to add a bit of unicorn to the mix and she’s got hooves, a tail, and of course a horn. She’s quite pretty, really. Sadly, she wanted a unicorn, not to be one.” “Hmm, it won’t take long, I know this from experience. And Michelle?” “Typical male brute, he just added to her bust.” “Bigger?” “And more. She’s sporting eight breasts now.” “Ooh, ouch, that’s going to hurt her back.” “I don’t doubt that. I winced just seeing the results.” “How are you holding up?” “I’m doing okay, it’s not so bad once you get used to all the changes, I even kind of like it. Too bad that asshole husband of mine didn’t decide to make me venomous or he’d have paid that night.” “You went through a lot. I really appreciate you sticking it out with me.” “It’s worth it if I can put that bastard into his place someday.” “Soon, very soon. How’s the tail?” “Healing, thanks for asking. I really should be more careful about where I’m slithering.” “Good, glad to hear it. Any word from my grandmother?” “Nothing this week, but she’s a tough old lady, and I’m certain she’s fine stirring up the elder set.” “I’m more concerned about how we turn this tide.” “We need something to counter their magic.” “But no women have magic.” “No, no women have been allowed to learn magic.” “Grandma!” “Hi, dear heart, it sooths my aching heart to see you doing so well.” “I’m just doing what needs to be done.” “Much to your Lord Husband’s displeasure I’m certain.” “Husband no longer.” “He cast you off?” “Of course. I’m a wanted fugitive, after all.” “Ah, yes, and I have been avowing I know nothing about your secret location.” “Despite coming here weekly for decades?” “Well, I do like my chats with Martha.” “That’s well and good, but we do need to keep you safe.” “Tish-tosh, I’ll be fine. One broken down old nag of a woman isn’t a threat to them.” “Aren’t you? Isn’t this all your idea?” “Perhaps.” “Grandmother, you are positively wicked.” “Now, if only I were a witch.” “Not to interrupt this family reunion, but we do need to figure out what our next moves are.” “Oh, it’s quite simple. We need to turn the tables on them.” “How?” “We need magic.” “And how do we get that?” “That, is the big question.” * * * “Shhh. Do you want to get caught?” “Sorry. I figured you’d bring Lilian.” “Couldn’t, her tail is too long to fit in tight spaces. There has to be something in here somewhere.” “What are we looking for?” “Books, wands, anything, I don’t know. Something that can help us.” “Are you sure he won’t come back?” “It takes a while for them to do their magic.” “I still don’t see how you found out.” “Amelia found out she was going to be changed.” “Wait, what?” “She found the messages on her husband’s desk. Dates, times, even the price he is paying.” “Oh, my goddess.” “Yeah, she copied as much as she could and snuck the information out through our network.” “But what about her?” “She’s staying.” “What?” “She’s letting it happen to give us this chance to search a magician’s house, now hurry up and be quick about it.” “And you’re just letting her?” “I offered to help her escape; she is choosing to give us this chance. Don’t squander her sacrifice!” “Oh, poor Amalia!” “Don’t start that, I feel bad enough about it as it is, and I’m taking a terrible risk being in town. I can’t exactly disguise myself that well with this look, you know.” “I’m sorry, Katerina, I know you’ve been through a lot these last couple years.” “It’s okay. Hoy! What’s this?” “I don’t see anything, just a picture.” “Don’t you see, the dust around it?” “What dust?” “Exactly, there isn’t any. Most of the other pictures are dusty. Why isn’t this one?” “Um, bad cleaning servants?” “No, look, it’s because there’s something behind it. Ah, ha! Books! I wonder if these are what we need!” “How do we tell?” “I don’t really know. Look there’s only a few of them, let’s take them before he’s the wiser and be gone from this place. I’ve seen nothing else that even looks remotely magical.” “I really thought there was something down in the cellar.” “There was, but we really don’t need the salted pork right now.” * * * “Grandma, did you get in to see her?” “I did.” “How is she? I fear the worst for her, her husband is such a brute.” “She is recovering from the shock, but I fear she’ll never be free of that estate again.” “That bastard. Tell me, what did he do to her?” “She’s a siren now. As blue as you are, but her body cannot abide land anymore.” “Siren?” “Singing maiden of the waters. Do you forget your old fairy tales that I read you?” “I remember some, grandmother, but siren isn’t one.” “It’s like a mermaid, but with legs.” “I see he wants to keep the part of her he liked best then.” “It is ever so, with most men.” “So she is trapped?” “Like a bird in a gilded cage. She sings now, most beautifully I must admit, but she must stay in the water.” “So, he cast his wife into the fountain, and from his marital bed?” “Yes, so it seems. He cares not for her comfort and while she in inured to the cold of the water, her heart is broken to be trapped so. Her song is quite sad.” “They are getting worse.” “They are being punitive. They fear you and the coming changes, and they are exerting all their rights to enforce the power they have already.” “I know.” “You will have to deal with more than their magic, you know. There are armies and more to deal with.” “The army cannot contend with us. They are too busy guarding the high pass after the latest incursions from our neighbors. I do not wish war, but it could aid us.” “It might, but it might be easier to weaken their power another way.” “How might that be?” “Money. It makes this all possible.” “But the Lords have fortunes!” “Yes, and no. I forget how young you are some times. You never learned all the ways of business like I did with your grandfather. The Lords have great land wealth, but their money depends on the crops they grow getting to market, or the goods their peasants make being sold. The merchants are the key, as even a slight disruption will bring them howling down upon the lords in demand of payments due. Many lords are extended too far, they owe great sums to money-lenders.” “Ah, I think I see. A way we can cause mischief while we bide our time finding a way to learn magic.” “Indeed.” “Grandmother, you’re a wonder and a font of wisdom, what would I do without you?” “I’m sure you’d manage, my brilliant grandchild. Now, show me what Amelia’s sacrifice gained us.” “Books. Here, there are seven in total.” “Have you opened them yet?” “No, there was little time. These were hidden away behind a painting, the only things we found he seemed to protect. Well, other than a few coins that we also liberated to assist in our cause.” “I can’t say I’m thrilled by your penchant for larceny, but it seems we have no choice. Justice must come, even if by crooked means.” “I promise, I shall not make a habit of it grandmother.” “Good, now let me take a look at these books.” * * * “How goes the studies?” “Miserable. Six months of reading these horrid books and all I can do is light a candle.” “That bad?” “I suppose not, I mean it’s not like we see many young magicians.” “It’s hardly a skill learned over night. Certainly, those magics that changed us are most advanced.” “True. I just wish I had more help learning. No one else seems to have even picked up what I have.” “That’s because you have talent.” “I think I need a lot more talent if I am going to counter even an apprentice magician.” “Well, about that, I think I might have the help you want.” “What?” “I had heard some rumors when I was a kid about a woman who lived in one of the peasant villages. Not much, but just a little. They said she was driven off for witchcraft.” “I think I remember some of those stories.” “Well, I hadn’t forgotten and while you were digging around for musty books, I figured I’d try to find magic some other way.” “What did you find?” “Her.” “Good evening, Lass, you’re quite the sight even after my serpentine companion here for the last week or so.” “Um, thank you? And you are?” “Most folks will tell you I’m the Witch of the Wither Wood, and the Vile Hag of the Vale of Mist, but if you don’t mind, I prefer Siama. No titles, I’m just plain folk.” “Welcome, Siama, to our humble retreat.” “Quite a fancy retreat, an old manor home. You are definitely courtly bred, aren’t you?” “Well, yes, I was.” “No shame in that, lass, but it does put us at odds, doesn’t it? You seeking my help against the lords, while you’ve done little to make our lot better down in the fields.” “I am sorry, we have little power over that.” “Maybe, maybe not. More than one mistress was sugar sweet to you, but cruel to us.” “I am sorry, is there a way we can make amends? We do want your help.” “I want a promise. When this is over, you teach your young’uns to value those of us who till the soil and fish the seas. No, I won’t ask we be made lordlings or even made free of all such things. I know that is too much an ask. But I will ask for a future with some kindness in it. A witches bargain. My lessons, for your kindness.” “Done!” “I will hold you to that bargain, lass, for eternity. My magic is not flashy like those pompous asses who flit about in robes and with dour stares. It weaves about us already.” “You needn’t fear. I will keep my promise.” “Then you are my apprentice?” “I suppose, no others seem to have grasped much of the little magic we have found.” “Good, I sensed you had some latent skill. Come, there is much to do, and I prefer a garden. You can tell me about your plans as we walk. I think there is a small garden on the grounds?” “Indeed, come, let me take you to meet Martha.” “Martha?” “It is a long story, but it is also a long walk.” * * * “How are her studies going? We barely see here these days.” “Quite well, from what I hear. Still, she expects it will be several years before she masters enough to attempt to even change a body.” “Do we need to change a body to win this fight?” “Possibly no, but her plan is to take from them what they hold most dear, so I think we are best to let things run their course.” “I hope we last that long. We are still few in number though Saima has garnered support among the peasants for our cause, and we’ve made some inroads with the merchants.” “Then you will proceed with the other part of the plan?” “I will in Katerina’s absence.” “I’m glad she chose you her second, o’ slithering lady.” “Well, people at least listen to me, even if it is half because of fear.” “You work with what you have.” “And I have a very long tail.” “Very good. Then you will start the destruction of the goods and crops?” “Yes, we have armed small bands of peasants and found some outlaws who are sympathetic to our plight.” “Outlaws?” “We took care, and only invited those who were banished by the lords for petty crimes like stealing food. We will not take murders.” “Murder may still come.” “We do not want that.” “But it still may.” “I…” “There isn’t more to say, just enact your plan. Ruin the lord’s accounts and you will topple much of their power.” “We strike three days hence.” * * *** “It’s so hard!” “Quit whining, lass, you’ve practiced this enough you should be able to do it.” “I’ll try again.” “Good. We will continue trying until the day you can return the favor to that louse of a former husband of yours.” “I would deal with him first.” “Good, give anger to your magic. Let the emotion flow. Magic is subtle, but it is powered not by thought alone. Give it fuel, like a fire. Let it burn.” “Why is it always fire with you?” “Because you of all people should know the form you wear is that of a demon, a being of the fire. Have you never noticed you do not grow cold? That you barely wear anything despite the chill.” “I thought I was a demon of lust?” “Are you not both? Are both not things that burn?” “Again, Saima, release the mouse, I will try again.”

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