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(M tf Catoblepas, F tf Carbuncle)

Maeve is a pretty Blue Mage, and wife of the handsome Thief Tarn! Together they have heisted treasures humanity forgot even existed and felled dire monsters to save entire cities from their wrath! As a Blue Mage; Maeve learns the skills of any monster she is hit by, allowing her a wide variety of powers and Tarn is an expert at dodging hits, landing crits, and blind-siding anyone dumb enough to try to take down the duo! They have traveled to many different lands and seen so many strange creatures and adventures, and yet that is not generally what they are known for.

What they are usually known for, is sadly what they do not openly advertise... which is Maeve's long list of fetishes. When you need to hit like ten different stores to find the gear you need to pull off a kink in the bedroom, people tend to put two and two together. People have also spotted both Maeve and Tarn, almost or entirely nude with a normally hostile monster, fleeing the scene in some odd places... but never at the same time. Because the monster is either one or the other, transformed. Usually polymorph spells like Frog and Mini are used to incapacitate an enemy as much as possible so you can wallop them while they can't really hit back. Maeve however used the runic array of monsters in place of the usual form, for the purpose of exotic sex with Tarn. Her job class steals the abilities and magic of monsters... why not steal their shape too?

It is not like it caused anyone any trouble, except for the times when it did. That one orgy they were invited to, but Maeve used a half-Bomb form, growing bigger and rounder till when she exploded into orgasm she... literally exploded. She was able to reconstitute herself- the furniture did not. Then when she turned into a Behemoth in a hotel room... being so enormous and ridiculously muscular was hot, but, unfortunately caused her to weigh more than the building itself was equipped to hold. They broke straight through the floor into the lobby on ground level. Or that time she turned Tarn into a Coeurl. The transformed state was fine- had kinky sex, but then for round 2 she used a mini spell on him to make him housecat sized, which again; kinky sex. The problem there was that by stacking the two effects on top of one another a standard Esuna no longer worked, so she had to go get a stronger counter spell... while the hotel maid kicked him out of the room thinking he was a weird cat. And then he almost got stepped on and had to run away, then he was outside and almost got trampled by a Chocobo, causing him to have to run and dodge yet again. Then when Maeve got back he was missing and it took half a day for them to find each other again. It was a whole thing.

Today Tarn was at a pub with an old friend, though they will probably be wrapping up things about now- his friend needed to head out on a quest before the bounty expired on the monster and was just resting in the town. Maeve was already preparing for his return though- she had picked out a form for them both to have some exotic sexins. Tarn is not nearly as into transformation as she is, so Maeve is usually the one changing shape. When she asked him what form he would want to try, the only thing he could think of to request is that there is a size difference. Make him bigger, and make her smaller- which would have the same effect as making his dick absolutely enormous.

Okay, well that didn't narrow it down much at all. What Maeve ultimately settled on is actually two summoned monsters! Because summon monsters are beings of high energy; killing their physical body doesn't outright destroy them, it turns them into a crystal- essentially petrifying them. When you channel mana through the crystal it releases their consciousness again as a sort of projection, summoning them to you to help in a fight. That means you do not need to do any testing or research to learn the runes for their physical form though- the instructions for what they look like is literally etched in solid crystal for you. All you need is the crystal to summon them. And because they are so easy to steal their shape- that is what Maeve did. She has the summon crystal for the small, mystical Carbuncle for herself. For Tarn she has chosen a more obscure form, with both the features of a bull and a boar; the cyclopean beast Catoblepas!

Maeve bounced one leg across the other, looking at the pages she wrote the spells on from the couch impatiently. "The sun is starting to go down, surely he will be on his way back already? As a Thief he should know better than anyone that being out past dark in the middle of downtown is a bad idea." She bit her lip, groaning. "I wonder what its junk even looks like? It is hard to imagine just from the runes alone, and I don't want to summon the ACTUAL Catoblepas just to look at its genitals, hahaha...hah... hm." She leaned forward, putting her elbows to her knees. "Ah, fuck it- I will prepare for him by turning right now! Hehe~"

A twinkling pale blue energy gathered at her fingertip as she traced the written runes, leaving a dim trail of the glow along their shapes. When she traced the array she slapped an open palm on it and a burst of energy went off and the glow faded entirely afterwards.

"There, one summon form coming up!"

She looked herself over and wondered if she should undress before she starts to shift too quickly. After a minute of not feeling anything, Maeve cocked an eyebrow and looked at the runic array again.

"Uh... what happened? Why did it not work? Everything looks complete." Her eyes went wide and she slid the other page out from under it so she could look at them both side-by-side. "Son of a Chocobo- I activated HIS, not mine!" She paused in thought a moment. "Craaaaap- I also can't cancel it remotely, he has to come here first." She quickly started tracing her own transformation runes. "And he might not be able to get back now that he is transforming without realizing- I better turn into Carbuncle so I can track him down."

Tarn was a bit tipsy, but could still walk himself home just fine. The streets were already cast in shade by the buildings as the sun dipped too low to pass over them. The lower sky started to turn the metallic orange of dusk and the enchantments in the streetlights came on, automatically igniting the candles inside. Tarn had been hit by enough spells intentionally and in the line of fire to know the feeling of a mana surge hitting him. He paused immediately and the grin faded from his face. His hand hovered over the dagger on his belt, even though he also had a shank in his sleeve attached to a springlock. He glanced around, scanning the street as well as any windows on the buildings facing him but seen no one. What hit him then? If he was in a dungeon he would assume an arcane trap, but not on a downtown sidewalk.

Tarn's arms felt odd, lethargic like they have been stationary too long. He bent them slightly, flexing his muscles and was shocked at just how much they flexed! His skin was pulled so tight it looked shiny for a moment as his muscles swelled in size! Even though he was already flexing as hard as he normally could... it felt like he could go harder. Tarn relaxed his arms in confusion as to what is happening, but then assumed on his own it must be Maeve's doing. Why would anyone but Maeve want to make him more muscular? She also has HIS rune, so she can project spells to him remotely.

"It must be the transformation... why the hell did she use it on me NOW?!"

He tried to act as casual as possible, but started walking quickly, passing several people walking on either side of the road, trying to get home. The feeling in his arms got stronger, and his muscles started to flinch on their own. Even if he doesn't cooperate, the spell was going to make it work.

A Warrior on the other side of the street passing the other direction lifted his arm in a lazy wave over to Tarn. "Hey man!"

"Oh hey Jared!" As soon as Tarn waved back his muscles pulsed, and lifting his arm caused the seams under the arm of his shirt to break open exposing his armpit.

The Jared cocked his brow at how Tarn's muscles filled his shirt to bursting all of a sudden. "Damn, been working out?"

"Y-Yup."

Jared slowly lifted his hands to point at his temple, motioning to Tarn. "You, uh... got two nasty bumps on your noggin too."

Tarn quickly felt his forehead and found the bumps in question just in front of his temples- proto-horns. They are still too round to break the skin which is why he did not notice yet himself. "Yea, boy, I got those when I... I was... yea. Anyway, I am going to head into these back laneways to get home faster."

"...isn't your house the opposite direction?"

"Sure is, anyway bye." Tarn dashed off the sidewalk into the lanes between buildings.

Tern could hear the rips getting worse even though his arms were lowered now as he slipped into the lane and barely staggered a few feet before he bent over and let out a wheeze of exertion as his muscles all tensed at once and suddenly his upper body was disproportionately large compared to his lower body! The shoulder seams ruptured on both arms, popping the sleeves off separate from the rest of the shirt. His pecs bloated out so quickly that before his muscles settled down a bit and stopped flexing it almost looked like he had a pair of boobs under his shirt! Even the muscles of his upper back and lower neck bulged huge. Tarn did not notice his body hair thickening as well- the fine translucent dusting of hair on his shins and forearms formed into patches of thick fur. His pubes grew into an untamed bush, and the roots of the hair there oddly started to look an unnatural green color. His chest had been entirely bald, but now a thin triangular shaped mat of fur took root there as well.

Tarn knew he could still be seen from the road so he staggered deeper into the lanes, bumping several crates and barrels, knocking Potions and random knickknacks out from between them by accident. Who hides Potions around random barrels out in the open for literally anyone to take? Hell if I know. Tarn's Thief abilities allowed him to spot an even narrower lane after the barrels in the brick wall of the shop he is behind. It looked like he walked through a solid wall as if he were a ghost, but it's the wall that is spectral. The passage is hammerspace, so there is nothing else inside of it- it has no visible walls, roof, or even floor, it looks like he is walking in a black void, and only knows where he is going thanks to his abilities as a Thief to detect hidden passages.

Tarn felt the muscles snake out from his lower back, forming new muscle groups and tugging on his vertebrae to encourage them to grow along. He went to turn around and look but as soon as he did, his feet started to shift too and he stumbled forward only his hands and feet. His ankles jammed into the backs of his shoes- his soles trying to grow longer but not having any room to do it in. The leather of his shoes is made of tougher stuff than his shirt, so he had to grab his dagger out and wedge it between his heel and shoe and pop it out, using the dagger like a shoehorn- it was already too tight to get his fingers in there.

The forming tail started to bunch up, getting trapped under his pants, but it still had more space to work with than his feet would have. Tarn's feet immediately almost doubled in length, for a moment making his actual feet the shape of a clown's shoe. He held himself steady with his hands as his feet loosely slid further back and apart as his legs lengthened as a result. Once the feet were double-length though the change paused a moment, and then he felt an odd shift. His calf muscles suddenly felt weak, and diminishing as his shin bones actually shrank! The mass shifted down and instead fed itself into the bones of his soles! They did not space themselves out any further though, so by making them still larger; all the bones fused together, becoming a cannon bone instead.

In this second extension, his outer two toes lagged behind the rest, spacing them out. His middle toe regressed away into nothing at all, feeding its mass to the two flanking it and even as his toenails were just starting to darken; Tarn recognized the shape as a cloven hoof. What had been his largest and smallest toe now matched each other in size and the nails darkened as they thickened tremendously and formed into rounded pyramid shaped blocks- devolving the digits into dew claws. The primary two formed the main segments of the hoof, clacking against the cobblestone below and grinding against it as Tarn tried to lift himself back up to awkwardly stand on them. Hooves are a much narrower surface to stand on than feet, so it felt like he was balancing on stilts. Hooves also do not have the traction his shoes or bare flesh would have against hard surfaces. Now when he walks it makes the same sound as a woman in high heels- from his hooves clacking on the ground!

Tarn shivered and let out a surprised sound, flinching and scooting forward at the same time from a tickling, prickly sensation. He realized it must be a tassel forming on the tail- which had now filled the seat of his pants and shoved itself between his legs; so the formation of the tassel was tickling the backside of his ballsack!

He reached under his pants and grabbed the tail, yanking a bit out, then a bit more, then a bit more still. It is only about as thick as the base of his thumb down the entire length, but the tail is also long enough to hang as low as his knees. The hair on the tassel is the same as his pubes- it initially grew with his standard hair color but the longer it became the more the color shifted to greenish, and then to a cyan at the very base. The color continued to shift up the length but at a much slower pace because it was no longer lengthening.

Tarn groaned loudly and stumbled forward finally out of the other side of the hidden passage as his muscles tightened again. At first them tensing just caused him to stagger because it made his body stiff and unresponsive, but then as he bent forward he was forced to reflexively flex. His arms bulged even larger, causing the sleeves to pull tight and rip from the top down to his elbows this time- his arms nearly three times as thick now as they are supposed to be! His upper back muscles became obscenely huge almost giving him a hunchback and ripping the collar of his shirt down to his mid-back. His breathing was louder... deeper now. Tarn made a few odd sounds to confirm that his voice was also deeper. His upper body did not just grow with muscle, his rib cage and the organs within also grew.

Maeve dashed out the door of their house to go find him. She has a tail of her own now, but she let hers out immediately. It was as long as Tarn's is, but still growing at a much slower pace, and already adorned with much more fur. Unlike Tarn's tail; Maeve's was entirely covered in fur from base to tip which made the tail appear to be three times as thick as it actually is. It actually almost looked exactly like a fox tail... except the color was all wrong. It grew with her own hair color but when it grew out long enough the roots turned green and started to phase out her original hair color. The shade was much lighter than on Tarn though, and did not gain a hue of blue after. Carbuncle's fur is a lime green on most of its body.

Maeve dashed quickly down the steps and down the block, but started to slow down because she started to feel almost drunk. At least her perception. Her mind was clear but when she moved too quickly everything around her seemed to blur. Maeve was very light headed, and her swiftness came in part due to her entire body feeling so much lighter. Carbuncle is less than half her size, so.

One of her own friends Lin dashed over to her the moment she spotted Maeve slowing her pace. "Oh my God, heyyyy! You have a tail!!"

Maeve smirked, flicking the tail over toward Lin. "I know, cute right?"

"It's so bushy! I wish I was as good as magic as you! Oh God, just looking at runes puts me to fucking sleep though. It is like math class, except if I get the answer wrong I turn myself into a Toad."

Even as Lin gently held the tail up on her palms it was slowly growing still bigger, and the fur continued to change color toward lime. The fur is very light, and so it is also very soft and very bushy. It was already long enough that Lin could hide her entire hand inside of its length. It is so soft it feels like a fine powder flowing across your hand.

"Uh oh, still, uh... changing." Her ankles pressed into the backs of her pointed boots and she quickly had to reach down to pop them out before they try to bust out on their own.

Lin let the tail slip out of her hands. "What are you turning into this time?"

"Carbuncle!"

Lin's face scrunched up. "Isn't that the name of a bad medical condition?"

"Well... yes, but I mean the Summon monster, obviously."

As if named in complete contrast to what it does- Carbuncle is actually known for curing magical and status conditions, as well as shielding or reflecting magic entirely to keep the Summoner safe.

As soon as Maeve got her heels out of the boots she fell over entirely and Lin had to catch her to hold her up! Her feet grew so quickly that she was not at all ready to catch herself with the new center of gravity! Her weight shifted only to the fronts of the feet while the heels were hiked into the air! Unlike with Tarn however; the bones in her soles did not grow larger, they only grew longer, so they did not fuse. Her toes became quite thick, and then still more fat built up and billowed out from their bottoms, feeling to Maeve like something was poking the bottom of her feet! The fat bubbles caused the skin over them to bulk up and darken to a matte black, becoming chubby paw pads! Like little flesh pillows to cushion her toes! The nails on her toes became narrower but also tripled in thickness, arching up and off each digit as a narrow claw- black at the base but transitioning to translucent at the tips.

Maeve tried to stand up off Lin again but wobbled violently and had to crouch down to regain her balance. She had to be crouched for now- these feet did not work with human posture. They are neither ungulate nor digitigrade however. They look digitigrade at a glance, but they are actually plantigrade... like a human already is. Carbuncle walks on its hind legs like a rabbit- most of the time its weight is on the front only, as if it were digitigrade, but it is able to fully rest its extremely long soles on the ground. It can walk on the flats of its feet, but most of the time it is hopping, not walking, and it doesn't hop off the soles, it hops off the front of the foot only. Normally squatting like she is would hurt her feet, but currently this was the easiest pose for her to hold.

"Oh.. o-oohhuuu~" Maeve breathed out and was hit with a wave of dizziness.

Her entire body started to shrink a little- forcing her to breathe out and even let out a short burp, because her body is shrinking but the air trapped in it is not. She also started to feel less hungry- because whatever food remnants were still in her stomach also were not shrinking with her. Maeve's clothes started to fit looser. She let out a few breathy giggles even though her head was still spinning. When she shrinks it feels like she is weightless, slowly falling through the clouds.

She could not keep her balance even in this new posture though because of her dizziness, and she plopped forward several inches and caught herself with her hands. Maeve looked down at them to see her nails pinching narrower on them and darkening- starting to turn into claws as well. She then let out a startled yip and arched her back as if someone had tried to touch her underside with a cube of ice. Maeve felt a mix of sharp pleasure and an intense itchy feeling down her entire torso! It started in her nipples but then the sensation cloned itself down her midriff. She felt them before they were outwardly visible at all. Eight little matte black dots formed- two above and two below her belly button. Then they were little bumps, then little rubbery cylinders. Then plump, conical bases formed under them pushing them even further out from her. Though the feeling was almost identical; the nipples on her breasts were doing the opposite. They shortened as the areola started to collapse back into their base, till all they were is dots and then faded into nothing entirely. Her breasts then tightened and started to shrink slowly! Her breasts were devolving into nothing, but in return she gained an eight-pack of big, chubby teats on her midriff! They obviously never grew breasts behind them but the cone-shaped areola-like bases made them stand out unusually large. Maeve was glad her clothes were loose now, because she can tell without even trying to touch them directly yet that these teats are VERY sensitive.

Tarn got to the edge of the block and grunt, knowing he would have to dash across the street to get to the next laneway to try and progress home. Unfortunately the further he gets from downtown where the shops are closing- the more people he is likely to encounter on the street. Because no one is going to be downtown if there are no shops for you to be in, but it isn't late enough that people aren't just wandering around in their neighborhoods. He went to try and dash across, but his body gave a bit of a surge pulling his clothes even tighter to him, and causing the already formed rips on his shirt to deepen!

His clothes were starting to feel like they were shrink-wrapped to his body, which made moving difficult. Especially since he really did not want to explode out of his clothes in public. Or at all, if he could help it. There was a sharp but short pain as the proto-horns finally broke the skin, but then an itchy feeling that made him reflexively reach up to scratch, but that just smeared the small amount of blood around his forehead and fingertips! The horns growing out pulled the skin at the base tight enough that only a bit of blood actually got out, before it was pulled too tight for the blood to escape. The horn sliding out against the tight skin is what created the itchy feeling. Though horns are made of solid keratin and not actually bone- the material still expanded out of the skull when they formed, so to Tarn it sort of felt like someone gently tugging on two points of his skull somehow, stretching it out like it were made of putty.

Even as the horns were sliding out longer; Tarn curled his lip back from the odd sensation of his canine teeth growing into fangs! The top canines grew larger, making his entire jaw feel uncomfortable before his jaw itself changed shape to allow it more space- which also caused his entire face to get very slightly longer. Even if it is longer- his mouth is not entirely larger, so the fangs could not grow down without piercing his gums on the opposite jaw! Luckily- they were not growing down; they grew OUT. As soon as they started to get longer rather than simply larger; the fangs curled forward and slid past his lips! Bigger and longer still, they curled in a lazy arch out from his face but then up before stopping. He has a pair of boar tusks! His horns finally stopped growing at a rather impressive size- the horns of a large bull.

Tarn was steadying himself on the wall on either side of himself right at the opening of the laneway to the road, so people could see him and several had stopped to look at him with furrowed brows. He was trying to repress his groans, but people still heard him and looked. Tarn's heavier breathing started to make him snort softly occasionally, and he realized his nostrils were enlarging! More and more pressure on the cartilage of his nose till it finally let out a loud, hollow pop! His vision shook from the force as the bridge of his nose broke off entirely, expanded, and then re-fused back together properly! His nose is now twice as large. His snorts and grunts are now louder against his will because his nostrils are so large- breathing in sharply causes the walls of his nostrils to tremble, which creates the snort because it fluctuates the amount of air that can get in. He went cross-eyed a moment, looking at the end of his own nose as it flared and flattened, turning to the snout of a boar; shaped like a wide heart on the end.

An Onion Knight across the way pulled his sword out and pointed it at Tarn the moment he seen a pig snout and tusks on a humanoid. "It is an Orc! The Orcs have come to invade us!"

A Red Mage stopped, tipping her giant hat back to see better. "What are you on about? Orcs are from Tolkien's lore. Wrong franchise, ye daft bastard."

A rather short Freelancer raised his index slowly behind the two much taller people. "Uhm, actually there are Orcs in FFXI."

She put her hands on her hips. "Well that don't count."

The Onion Knight furrowed his brows. "Why not?"

"It is an MMO- not canon."

"It is a numbered title, of course it is canon!"

Tarn sighed, turning his rump so he could flick his tail to the side facing them. "Well, arguments aside- I also have a tail, which Orc's don't have in the first place."

The Freelancer grabbed his short sword and shield. "Then he is a new monster!"

Tarn chuckled nervously. "I am not a monsterrr, haha, you guys." He huffed, looking surprised a moment as his body pulsed bigger again and all of his veins throbbed huge. "M-m-maybe I am a half monster, have you thought of that? Monster on my mother's side. You wouldn't insult a man's mother, now would you?"

The three of them paused a moment, looking at each other before nodding and turning their weapons back to Tarn. "No, we definitely would."

Tarn sighed. "Okay, well, come get me then."

The three of them jumped onto the street, closer to Tarn with their weapons drawn, but then paused, looking a bit confused for a moment when none of them were able to move! Tarn casually lumbered past them- barely able to walk properly, but still able to move freely, while they were trapped in place!

The Sorceress looked around terribly confused, she was able to move but not really act- every time she tried to move her arms to attack it failed, but she could still reposition her arms just fine. "Wh...what in the hell?"

Tarn huffed at her as he walked past. "I am a Thief- I always get the first turn in combat. You can't attack me because it isn't your turn yet." He pat the Onion Knight on his metal-clad shoulder. "And of course I also have a skill that gives me a guaranteed chance to flee from any combat other than boss fights." He leaned closer. "And you aren't my boss." Tarn shuffled into the next laneway over and disappeared from sight before any of them were able to move again.

While he made his escape absurdly easy from those clods- his trip home was still not going to be easy. The muscles in his lower back were growing- the expansion of his upper back muscles was starting to even out, the problem there is that the muscles are so giant compared to the skeleton they surround that they are forcing him to bend forward to make room for it all, and his top half is already disproportionate to his lower half, so leaning forward destroys his center of gravity. The veins in his throat were so bloated they were as fat as his fingers and the muscles of his neck swelled massive, doubling the girth of his throat in moments, and then putting pressure just under his jaw and the base of his skull- the muscle trying to expand even more but not having any room left. He could not look down because his chin would push into his meaty neck and prevent it.

He felt a bristly sensation on his neck and arched his head back, squirming his neck from side to side as the only way to try to scratch at the sensation- with his deformed posture there was no way he could reach back there with his hands. The feeling is his hairline extending down his neck in a stripe! The new hair and the hair on his head was starting to turn base blue- it was not turning cyan like the fur on the rest of him. It was also much more abrasive than the rest- this hair was stiff and bristly, making it feel prickly and almost sharp on the ends. These were the wire-like hairs of boar, growing in a mane. The cyan fur on his shins expanded down, covering his lower legs to his hooves and then very slowly starting to climb up the leg, engulfing his thighs.

Tarn took some stuttering steps forward, still trying to get home as quickly as possible, but his body was in an awkward state- too much monster to work as a human, too much human to work as a monster; so his body just didn't work, period.

He paused and hunched over again as his back muscles bulged lower, the groups of muscle shoving against one another trying to make space to grow still more! Tarn teetered and then fell onto his hands and hooves with a loud snort, but then he let out a sound of surprise that was almost a squeal! It almost felt like his ribs were being pulled apart, and then after two powerful pulls- they did come apart. His sternum disconnected entirely and his arms were forced wider as his entire chest expanded! The sternum shoved outward, stretching the skin and then drew up higher as his ribs rapidly grew forward, expanding his chest now forward even further than it expanded in width- and also closing the gap till they re-fused to the sternum. His chest was now enormous and barrel-shaped!

Well... now he is stuck. Tarn needs to wait for more changes to happen before he can move at all- because there is no way he can stand up like this, and he cannot walk on his human palms without scraping his skin off on the cobble, or breaking his wrists because they aren't meant to carry his own normal weight, never mind his current weight.

Lin raised an eyebrow at Maeve as she helped her move forward. Maeve could not stop giggling like a moron- the shrinking was causing her to be lightheaded and dizzy to begin with but now a covering of powder-soft lime green fur was growing from the knuckles of her enlarged toes, which was tickling her as she was trying to move. Walking was too awkward, so she had to hop- but her hands haven't turned yet so every time she hops she almost falls forward onto her face, because she cannot fully brace her top half. Lin sticks close by to help brace her with each bounce, while also trying to keep an eye out for Tarn for her.

Her already ill-fit socks fell off entirely even over her enlarged feet, because her entire body was slowly shrinking. She did not shrink proportionately however- while the rest of her shrank; Maeve's tail and ears remained the same size, making the tail look still bigger on her even though it had actually stopped growing. Maeve cooed and paused her hopping from the feeling of movement around her pussy. Her pubic hair was softening and growing in denser- changing into a mat of green fur too. When the fur consumed her giant feet and started to climb her shins she erected herself into an upright squat.

She could practically hear her bones groan as a pressure inhabited her shin bones and they started to compress, discharging excess mass. Her shins became only half as long as before, before her thighs suddenly swallowed the biomass whole and exploded in size! Though her thighs did not get any wider, they tripled in length and broadness, becoming giant meaty disks! This had the side effect of shoving her ass out and forcing it to swell up to better pad her posterior. Her butt cheeks swelled with both muscle and fat, becoming rounded, then large and bulbous, and finally formed into two large meaty spheres! The fur swallowed her thighs as the fur from the base of her tail started to spread on her bulbous butt cheeks and the two waves of fur met in the middle- eclipsing her entire lower half save for her two holes.

Her pussy scrunched up toward her anus as if trying to flee from something, but getting too close caused it to gently open on its own and the back portion of the labia became squished outward, making the opening vaguely triangular in shape. The skin of her anus and vulva started to darken to match her teats and pads. The flesh of her labia engorged fatter, and thicker, billowing up into meaty cushions of their own and causing the opening of her vagina to close back up, covered again by the much fatter lips. The bottom corner of the triangular pussy bulged out a bit further than the other two- because her hardened clit is hidden inside of it. When her clit hardens it enlarges and stands out further- but in this configuration it also drags the labia out along with it, causing the entire pussy to project further out from her body, as if giving itself away as an offering. Carbuncle's body has traits of both a rabbit and a fox... and fox have very similar vulva to canine- which is where this comes from.

Lin was getting a little uncomfortable standing beside Maeve, who was openly moaning and squirming her butt around while these changes were happening. "Oookay, well, actually I think I will get going. You should be able to find Tarn on your own, right?"

"Y-yeh... yes. Eventually."

Lin slipped away before Maeve's lewdness called too much attention to them.

Maeve scrunched her fingers up from the sensation of fur growing again- this time on the knuckles of her hands! She uncurled them and shifted her weight forward, properly going onto all fours and then shoved down against the ground as she felt her pads growing on her palms, liking the feeling of squishing them against the ground. They are so firm and bouncy! Her fingers and thumbs shortened though, causing them to be wide enough now that they always sort of rub together. Her palms started to stretch, which caused her thumb to get dragged away from her fingers, making it impossible for her to hold anything anyway. Her thumb regressed into a dewclaw, and the rest of her elongated hand turned into a regular paw. Her arms did not get any longer however, which meant her legs are almost three times the size her arms are- and that would not change.

Maeve tried to test her new paws out with a hop, but tripped on her own pants! She has shrunken enough that her pants can't hold themselves up, so when she jumped they slid half-off and she landed on her own pant legs! Maeve blushed and looked around quickly, but no one was in visibility right now anyway, and also the fur had covered her rump completely already. Because of the elastic her panties were more stubborn and hung on for now, but with another hop her pants came completely off and she just left them there for now. Her shirt was now so large on her that BOTH shoulders were exposed out of the collar, but the shirt catches on her arms, preventing it from falling off. Maeve is only half as big as she is supposed to be but still shrinking slowly.

Maeve's expression scrunched up and she felt something growing on her forehead! It was pushing out on the skin as well as back on her skull! It started off as a tiny little bead, but then grew to a marble in size, then a ping pong ball, and then a golf ball! Her thoughts blanked entirely for a moment and there was a dull, cramping ache in her forehead as well as a sharper headache-like pain in her brain for a moment causing her to let out a drawn out moan, lowering her head. The pain cleared quickly but her thoughts faded back a bit slower. The skin pulled taut on the bulge and split in the middle, parting like sideways eyelids! Maeve now has a third eye- but this one is made of pure, solid ruby!

Maeve smiled and the ruby started to give off a dim glow as her entire body once again felt utterly weightless and she slowly lifted off the ground! Carbuncle is a being of magic- it almost never walks anywhere, it floats. Her ability to stay aloft relies on the flow of mana around her interacting with the solid objects- so she cannot fly. So to get higher up, she floated up the side of a building to the rooftops. As long as she is decently quick, she can cross from one building to the other without falling in between, and her odds of spotting Tarn go up greatly if she has the high ground.

Tarn was breathing quickly from all the sensations, causing him to unintentionally make snuffling sounds like a pig. The bones in his arms braced hard against the ground as if he was trying to shove down, but he wasn't- his arms are shoving UP. The bones are growing in size and length, making his arms both larger and longer at the same time, fighting his tremendous body weight. His hands started to stretch longer too, but that forced his wrist up and narrowed the area he has to focus his weight on, which hurt too much and since he cannot stand up- Tarn quickly flopped over onto his side to get off his deforming hands! The force of the impact caused him to snort loud and deep like an angry bull, and his already ludicrously tight shirt exploded completely in half and popped off. Now all he was wearing are his sleeves, which are ripped down two thirds of their length anyway. His pants were holding up just fine but he cannot imagine that lasting for long.

As soon as his shirt ruptured off Tarn looked down blushing at all the fur that fell out. The patch of fur on his chest was expanding at a snail's pace, but it was growing at a good rate. Unlike the other patches, the fur on his chest was growing extremely long! It became quite wavy as it lengthened as well, and was fully cyan already. On his side, Tarn could lift his hands up to better look at their transformation. The palms stretching way out, fusing to cannon bones and his pinky and thumb lagged behind to devolve into dew claws while the rest formed into the primary two hoof segments. Once his hands were almost fully converted to hooves the fur on his forearms quickly started to spread, touching the edge of his hooves first before expanding back up toward the torso.

His pants finally started to creak simply because his entire body's size had increased beyond what they were meant to hold- even though his hips hadn't started to change yet. The button could not come undone on its own and the waist was starting to dig into his skin, so Tarn squirmed around trying to get back onto his new hooves so he could try to take his pants off... but with hooves instead of fingers; it isn't going to be easy. Even as he fiddled with the fly he could feel the muscles in his legs spasm, preparing to change. The zipper came down easy enough- he caught it between the crook between the two hoof segments. The button however was more difficult- he was trying to hook his hooves under either side of the fabric to pop it off around the button. At the last second, his muscles tightened automatically which actually sucked his gut in slightly, allowing him to finally slip his hoof in and pry the fly completely open just as the changes in his lower half sped up!

Tarn's thighs started to swell and tighten with muscle, exposing a lot of fat veins toward his upper, inner thighs. The bone within shifted shape as well, becoming wider but not thicker, turning his femur into a vaguely triangular shape! His pelvis then let out a loud pop as the two sides snapped apart for a moment and seemed to roll up! The pelvis condensed, becoming less broad but wider and reforming into more of a V shape instead of a loose figure-eight. Because of the two well-defined points on the V shaped pelvis as well as the more geometrically shaped femurs socketing to the sides- there was two points visible easily through his skin on the outside, making his rump appear a bit boxy in shape; like a bovine. Once he undid his pants; the shift in hip shape yanked them down from diminishing space, then when his thighs shifted they were pulled down even further. His pants caught around his knees, but at that point all he needed to do was shuffle his legs back and forth and the pants worked their own way off without him even touching them again.

With his left shoulder resting against the ground; Tarn was extra aware of the feeling of fur growing out of it- the borders of the fur on his chest now wrapping around to meet the advancing fur of his arms. His crotch was overrun with fur but it was very short there, and did nothing to hide the curvature of the flesh below, but instead accentuated it with the shimmer of the pelt around it. When his hips shifted, the fur from his legs finally consumed them and raced down his tail which only had the tassel on the end till now so it was no longer naked. Then when the thigh and crotch fur met the two fronts started to roll up over his torso. This seemed to promote other changes though- his organs grew in size to better match his new mass which caused his muscular abs to push outward, hiding his midriff as it made the lower torso more leveled with the upper, so his entire body is barrel-shaped... but his lower body is still definitely smaller than the upper. Even with a bestial shape to it- his upper body was still ridiculously muscular and bulbous.

With another surge his entire body grew in size again- finally causing the remnants of his shirt sleeves to snap off his arms completely. It also made his underwear pull tight enough to almost be crushing his nuts- unfortunately they were pulled so tightly to him he could not wedge a hoof under them to try and pull them off, and the elastic did not help. Because the growth changed his entire body at once, he could actually hear the sound of stretching tissue as he grew- his entire body groaning softly. He let out two low-pitched sounds, meant to be grunts but almost sounded like thunderously deep bovine lows. When the fur and organ expansion in his midriff was completing it started to feel like something pulling on his spine. His entire body tingled a moment- like a limb waking up from poor circulation. His vertebrae snapped apart and new segments rapidly formed in the gap! His entire spine was yanked longer, stretching his torso longer along with it! His hips shifting made it so his legs do not bend at an angle anymore to allow him to move on two legs even if he got up- but even if he could; with his upper and lower body disproportionate like this, and a longer torso- he would not be able to stand regardless. It would be like trying to balance a tennis ball on the end of a stood-up pencil.

He grunt and lowed in an increasingly bestial voice as his torso stretched longer, but before that even completed; the sensation seemed to fire up the entire length of his spine and join the giant muscles of his neck in their effort to shove his head higher than it can go! As soon as the ripple of pressure in the spine got there- it popped apart and grew longer! The muscles of the neck made a quiet squelching sound as they surged up- finally having enough space to roll out into their proper shape. It was not stopping any time soon though. His torso only got a bit longer, his neck was getting much, much longer than that. Every time a new segment was added to his spine, the dull popping sound echoed up through his throat, making it even more audible. It felt like he was involuntarily swallowing over and over because of the feeling of the muscles lurching up his neck to follow the growth of the bone. Tarn looked on in shock as his body kept getting further and further away from his head! His head kept sliding up along the ground on the end of the longer and longer neck!

Tarn gagged a moment on his own tongue as a surge of growth fired up through it from the bottom up! It slammed against the inside of his teeth forcing him to open his mouth and let his tongue flick out, lashing around wildly a moment till he regained full control of the muscles in it! His tongue was too big for his own mouth! That was going to change quickly enough though... he felt a pressure in his teeth and his tusks started to grow again! The growth of the tusks made a quiet sound almost like two panes of glass being ground together- the sound of the enamel growing rapidly. His tusks did not stop this time till they were exactly the same size as the large bull horns on his head! This of course forced his teeth further apart to make room, which stretched his jaw... which stretched his entire face. His ears twitched rapidly, turning to the leaf-shaped ears and gaining a light coat of fur on their backs at the same time. Now they moved on reflex to follow sounds- though he could consciously move them as well, if he concentrated.

He felt a bizarre sensation of his entire skull growing larger- like someone was blowing it up like a balloon somehow, making it better fit the size of his neck's girth, and then that growth rippled down his expanding face and stretched it into a muzzle! It however expanding from the back, forward; starting from the connection to the spine. This caused his face to feel like it was collapsing for a moment because the bone was pushing out and forward from behind. His vision started to cross and Tarn's heart jumped as he realized his face IS collapsing! His eyes are migrating together! A divot appeared in his face between the eyes as they were shoved together, and then joined the eye sockets to form one gigantic socket! His eyes fused together into one- Catoblepas are cycloptic, they only have one eye. The end of his nose turned a dark grey, the skin became textured with thousands of shallow bumps, and it became wet and cool to the touch, but retained the shape of a pig snout. At least the actual snout part. His muzzle and head overall actually had the shape of a bull's face- vaguely like a triangle when viewed from the side, or a long narrow rectangle when viewed from the top. So the end of the muzzle was much narrower when compared to the face of a boar- aside from the snout itself.

Tarn retained a ridge on his upper face unlike a lot of animals with muzzles, because the bridge of his own nose would block his vision otherwise. The eye is also angled slightly upward, but projects off the skull enough that he can see quite a lot even without needing to turn his head. The sklera of the eye is ruby red, while the iris is a more diffused, pastel red. The pupil stretched into a demonic slit. By the time it stopped growing; his neck is as long as the entire length of his elongated torso. So long in fact that the Catoblepas has trouble lifting its own head for extended periods of time, so its face is almost always down at the ground... which is fine, because usually it's chomping on grass anyway. Unlike a giraffe- the vertebrae are not especially dense, they do not lock together; the neck of a Catoblepas is more serpentine in its mobility, relying on muscle strength to hold itself aloft.

Tarn was able to fit his tongue back into his newly shapen mouth and just rest on his side catching his breath for some time. His giant eye darted around, looking at everything in confusion. Everything appeared more... two dimensional. With only a single eye; a Catoblepas has almost no depth perception at all. It cannot tell how close or far away something is- you need at least two eyes to do that.

Maeve let out a pleased yip, gently bopping into the edge of the next roof over because she was not paying attention to where she is going- but not going fast enough to actually hurt herself. She spotted Tarn directly below, as she was drifting over the lane from above! Without a surface under her to push back against her powers were unable to keep her that far up for more than a few moments and she started to gently float down to him. She curled into a ball mid-air as the drift down though from the sensation of her own head changing.

Her ears were already disproportionately large compared to her because they did not shrink when they rest of her did. Now that she is the size of the average house cat, her ears were finally changing shape. It felt like someone gently tugging on their tips as the ears stretched longer and pointier, but also expanded still larger in comparison to the rest of her! The lime green fur connected to the base of her hair from up her spine even before it started to spread to the sides. As soon as it touched her human hair, it turned softer, bushier, and the green coloration started to bleed up through its length from the roots, turning her hair to fur... but retaining the same length it already had. Her nose twitched as the end started to darken to the ebon coloration the other hairless bits gained, and short whiskers pushed out between her nose and lip- creating a rather sharp, prickly feeling when they grow in.

She gently touched down to the ground still curled up, but put her tail down so Tarn had a perfect view of her pussy and the two rows of large, erect teats jutting out of the fur of her underside! Tarn let out a surprised moo and then snorted as he inhaled after- he felt his changes suddenly collapse in on his genitals! Oh, of course she arranged the runes so his genitals changed last- she saved the best for the finale.

His scrotum started to thicken and lengthen- the creases of its surface smoothed out immediately and his balls started to lower around his taint from the extending scrotum- but then it re-fused! His scrotum fused back to his body, over where his taint is; eclipsing most of it. Before he could even think about the change Tarn lowed again and curled his own body for a moment on reflex before his weight flattened him against the ground again. His balls surged in size, tightening and hardening a moment like any flexing muscle. They rocked up swelling, then dropping heavily in the scrotum again, then lifted and grew again! They grow in such sudden surges that they actually made a quiet gurgling sound! From the size of chicken eggs, to softballs, to ostrich eggs, to basketballs, to medicine balls! They stopped when they were slightly larger than oblong medicine balls! No wonder the scrotum fused so high and far back- he would not be able to walk properly if it didn't! Porcine balls are so proportionately huge they have to stay behind its back legs at risk of it accidentally crushing its own nuts when it walks.

The expansion of the scrotum seemed to create more skin than it actually needed to, causing it to bunch up into large, plump folds around the base of his neck, but then they started to roll forward! It was fusing to his underside which was also causing the fat rolls of skin to straighten themselves up, and incidentally swallow his dick; even as it was erecting from seeing his transformed wife, it was also vanishing into him because of the excess skin. When the rolls straightened and fused properly- they had formed a sheath. The fur continued to grow around it and formed into a few longer hairs around the very end, creating a little tuft around the opening. The fur on the rest of his body had completed- his upper torso but not his arms had extremely long, wavy fur while the rest of his body was an ultra-fine fur of the exact same cyan color. His mane is base blue and continued to cover his entire neck through its massive expansion, so it did not end till it was between his shoulders- dividing his upper back with the stiff, bristly hairs of the mane.

Maeve grinned with a mouth full of tiny fangs, watching Tarn's genitals change. Her own coat of fur was now connecting itself. The fur of her arms connecting to the fur stripe that raced up her back, and then the stripe on her back expanded outwards to roll around her sides and connect to the stripe that was forming up from what had been her pubes. Her ears became massive like a fennec fox, but grew still larger. They became narrower than a fennec's ears, growing mostly in length. Once they were long enough the green fur gave way instead to a dark metallic blue, and then finally black at the very tips! Her ears are four times the length of the skull they attach to! Her arms look a size too small for her body, her feet look about three times too large for her, and her tail and ears look four or five times too big for her body size. Carbuncles have some fucking WILD proportions.

The fur on her cheeks is a bit longer than the rest, forming little wisps of fluff to frame her face. Her face pushed out into a muzzle but not very far at all- like the face of a rabbit. The bridge of her nose broadened but also flattened against her face making it hard to define against the rest, and her upper jaw pushed out to meet the end of her nose, putting the bottom of it facing straight forward- now black and moist and cool to the touch. Basically her forehead sloped a bit further forward at the bottom, the bridge of her nose tilted further back at the top to be on the exact same angle, and then her upper jaw aligned with the bottom of the nose. So she lacked the steep angle the upper part of a human head would have. Her lips turned glossy black, but the inside of her mouth was mottled both black and pink. Her eye color turned to midday blue and her iris expanded wide enough to completely hide her sklera. The ruby eye on her forehead flashed a moment as it gained its full charge- indicating her transformation is complete!

Tarn's sheath bloated massively as his dick expanded while still entirely inside. It emerged in a rush, stretching out to seven inches before the surface skin pulled almost painfully tight! The veins bulged massively and turned a deep violet as they over-engorged! This was as far as his old phallus could be expanded- now to progress further its shape would have to be deformed. The growth remained steady, but slower now because it had to stretch out, which caused the human shape to become progressively more lost. The most obvious loss was the definition of the glans as the corona was pulled flatter and flatter against the shaft and the head became more and more narrow- turning into a tapered dick! Unlike a porcine or bovine phallus- the veins remained huge even as they continued to dig further up the shaft to follow its growth, they remained bulbous, and gave the shaft a pale violet coloration to contrast the neon pink of the rest of it.

The growth of the shaft seemed to pause and get stuck- the pressure building and making Tarn moo in distress as the skin yanked too tight again! The head immediately lost all of its remaining shape, and then the entire phallus shook as the pressure let go- leaving behind a tight ridge of skin where its lengthening had stalled. The ridge is a sort of halfway marker- where the shaft folds in on itself when it packs itself away. It lacks the small ring of muscle the medial ring of a horse would have, but it does essentially serve the exact same purpose. So the halfway point on his dick was now already at the lower part of his rib cage- which doesn't sound like a lot, but also remember that his entire torso is both larger and longer than it used to be. It is at the very least two or three times the length of his former dick and it's only halfway done. It burbled up pre as it bobbed and stretched longer and longer. The stretching of the entire shaft tickled all his pleasure nerves, creating a mild, continuous pleasure- pleasant but annoyingly too weak to actually ever get him off, so it was just a constant tease. The trail of pre on the ground under him was a dotted line connected by a thin trail- each bubble where his dick throbbed before growing a little more.

It inched past his ribs to the middle of his chest, then the top of his chest, then the bottom of his neck and even a bit further! He grunt and curled his body a bit as the too-tight feeling returned again! As its length slowly inched higher than his collar bone the inside seemed to grow faster than the surface tissue, causing it to bunch up! In several powerful bursts of pressure it tried to expand without stretching the skin any further, causing the body of the shaft to actually BEND under the skin! On way, then the other, rolling around several times before stopping! The last sixth of his dick shaft is shaped like a corkscrew! Like a porcine phallus! His cock was as thick as a beer can at the very base and a bit longer than his entire torso- coming in at around five feet long.

Maeve did not waste and time skittering across to him, grabbing his spiraled dick-end in her glossy black lips and climbed her front paws up to his right side, bending his cock up! He grunt and rolled over to put his cock straight again and Maeve scrambled up his body without removing the penis from her mouth. Now Tarn was on his back, resting his extremely long neck on the ground with his hooves just curled uselessly over him. Maeve stood on his collar, sucking on the end of his mega dong the best she could with her comparatively tiny mouth. Her little tongue tucked itself against the curve of the cock, following the spiral the best she could as she sucked on the whole thing- enjoying the feel of the turgid ridge against her tongue, and feeling the throb of his heart through the veins in the shaft.

Tarn managed to curl his immense neck around enough to get his snout up under her bushy tail and made her body shake as he penetrated her with his massive, long tongue. Since her labia project so far off her pelvis, it is surprisingly easy to fit some very large objects in there, because the flesh is so soft and rubbery. Maeve was being strung up like a spitroast- one end skewered on a cock and the other on a tongue! Tarn did not know his own strength- or her new lack of body weight- because he actually managed to lift her entire rear end up using his tongue, actually lifting her back feet up off him!

Maeve felt him getting closed and popped off the end, squirming off his tongue so she could put her tiny front paws on his snout and lifted her body up against his face, rubbing her multitude of stuff teats against the cool flesh of his nose and lips. Tarn let out his long tongue and licked the teats- feeling the chubby, stiff nubs of flesh *twack* back into place after his tongue passes over them, bending them.

Maeve glanced back a moment, wiggling her tushy to align her hot, wet pussy with the end of his cock and slid over it! It is a good thing his dick is tapered, because with their current size difference; that was the only possible way he could get inside of her at all. She bottoms just after getting the entire spiraled portion into her, which is only 1/5th of the entire dick. At least the spiraled portion is effectively the glans- so the most sensitive part of the cock anyway.

Tarn reflexively thrust, which caused his dick to buck, but it's so large compared to Maeve that it lifted her entire body on it and shoved her forward, forcing her to brace her little paws on the sides of Tarn's face and they were both surprised when their lips met, kissing each other without even meaning to! Tarn was releasing so much pre that it was stretching her pussy in pulses- inflating her with their combined fluids before the tension became too high and it burst out of her, backfiring around his dick to get out! When he actually came, the force and volume of fluid was so high her pussy got stretched out and held in that position till his orgasm ended- trigger her own climax because of all the movement rushing past her hard pulsing clit! The rigidity of his cock skewering her prevented her from getting her huge back paws down, so she could not break off their kiss even if she wanted to- her weight is balanced between her front paws and their two noses pressed together!

They both half-passed out, Maeve resting on Tarn's giant shaggy furred chest for some time. At least they could get home easier now that their bodies were not shuffling around while they are trying to move.

A Knight rounded the corner of the laneway, waking up Tarn but not Maeve. "I knew it! I thought I seen a monster in the area, and I have found TWO!" He drew his sword. "On your feet, beast, so that I may slay you with honor!"

*Dude... have you been smoking?*

"What? No! Whatever would imply that I have??"

Tarn's eye flashed a malevolent red, and instantly both the Knight's body and armor alike turned to solid granite- petrifying him instantly with the cursed gaze of Catoblepas.

*Because you look stoned.* He glanced down at Maeve, slowly rising and falling with his breaths, since she is sleeping on his chest fur. *You can turn him back later... right?*

She just shrugged without even opening her eyes. *That is a problem for tomorrow me.*