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I get to break from the first night of the transformation games, struggling with my new "assets" and the changes to my body. Yet the games are only just beginning for me and the rest of the group!

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The Transformation Games

Part three of four

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cheeseguy3412

Gale’s perspective

My dorm beckoned and the privacy of such, cum sticking to my fur and my clothes beginning to take on a rather strong smell. I didn’t quite know how I got from the game back to my dorm room. The private apartment was something very much appreciated, but I wasn’t even thinking as I staggered inside, barely even closing the door behind me.

“Mmmph… Oh, fuck!”

I howled as I hurled myself into the bathroom, just needing relief, so much relief. I had to keep stroking my cocks, groping them, the bath and shower one unit in the bathroom that I had to step into, though I was already spilling off jets of cum over the walls, the floor. It pooled and swished around my feet, but I was too far gone already, groping and masturbating furiously, huffing heavily as my chest rose to take in every trembling breath.

“Ah… Fuck… Yes… Oh, more! Give me mooorrreee!”

I yowled, the cry devolving into a growl, jerking off all the cocks I could get my hands on, rubbing my palms over the delicious, smooth flesh. I tore my shirt through, no longer caring about it, but I knew then that things were going to change for me. Nothing had been said about that transformation not being permanent, so I had to assume the worst – or the best – of it.

I wouldn’t be able to wear normal shirts anymore and bras, well… Those were pretty much out of the question. And just how was I ever going to hide the new cocks for long? With the repaid recharge Tim had given me (which was great and horrifying in a twisted cacophony of lust), they would just keep cumming and cumming, even when I was trying to sit and listen to lectures!

The slightest touch of one of my cocks made it pulse with cum, whether it was from grazing the bathroom wall or my own hand. I moaned aloud and shook my head, worry gnawing at my heart. What about my studies? What if people outside the game saw? Would they laugh at me? Would they be horrified? And what was I going to do? I couldn’t just walk around leaving a big mess of cum everywhere!

Yet even that had me wanting to cum again, that treacherous arousal swelling through me. I could feel, literally, the pool and churn of cum in my rapidly refilling nuts, cupping them tenderly – only to spew another load of slick, creamy seed.

My brain went fuzzy, warm and soft. It was good to me there, so it was there that I allowed myself to languish, panting and whimpering softly, my head hanging forward as I focused on pleasure – only pleasure. The rest of the world fell away as my hands glided smoothly over those hot lengths of horse cock, masturbating, focusing only on myself, how good it all felt. My mind leapt from one orgasm to another, whiting out when two cocks jetted off at once, filling the bathtub with cum as it slopped messily down the walls and the shower curtain too.

I blinked, hearing my name. It sounded like someone was calling me, but they seemed to be a long way away… It was hard to tell how long I had been masturbating for until Sara, with a yellow kitchen glove on, gripped my shoulder gently, drawing my attention.

“Huh…”

I moaned, a cock spurting with cum that Sara had to dodge, though it looked like most of my fur was sodden with it by that time. I must have been masturbating for much longer than realised and even passed out after a time, the onslaught of pleasure too great. Yet it was hard to even reach that conclusion, my mind soft and easy with the presence of so many repeat orgasms.

“Gale, are you okay? Can you just say something?”

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine,” I panted, doing my best to sit up and squirming in the shame of the state I’d been found in. “Ugh… Sorry, about all this.”

She shrugged and rolled her eyes.

“I said I’d drop by to make sure you were okay. I’m sorry it’s later than expected, I kind of crashed out when I was home. And your door was unlocked.”

“Huh?”

I blinked and rubbed my eyes, though that only smeared cum into my fur. Was it daylight outside?

“What time is it?”

“About three?” Sara said, checking her phone. “I wanted to make sure I woke you up before the next round, you see. And there were some clothes sent for you too, look.”

She held up a shirt that was baggy and shapeless, though at least large enough to go over my new breasts and the horse cocks. I grimaced, imagining how horrifyingly good it would feel rubbing against my dick nipples.

Damn it…

“That’s not going to do,” I said, trying not to think about the fact my tits and cocks were out in front of Sara. “Uh… I need food, need something to eat. Got to get to that little takeout place… They don’t deliver up here, but they’re the quickest.”

Sara rolled her eyes.

“You’re so stubborn… Don’ you have food in here?”

“No, I was going to go to the store today. That’s probably not going to happen now.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Sara agreed. “You need to get cleaned up for the next round, if you’re coming back. You are coming back, aren’t you?”

“Of course!”

It was embarrassing how quickly the words left my lips but there was only so much I could say there, it was not so bad. But it was a good thing Sara had woken me up as I tried my best to clean up without masturbating again, thankful of the full body fur dryer in the bathroom too that could dry me off in minutes rather than hours.

Plotting, I planned something that would get me to the takeout place and back again quickly enough, but that didn’t mean that padding out my jacket to soak up all that cum was going to be an easy task. However, I was up for the challenge.

I had to get back to the transformation games, after all, one way or another.

So, there I was: four breasts with four horse cock nipples. I grunted, covering up as well as she could as I headed to the entrance designated for returning contestants of the transformation games. That entrance was, strangely enough, back out by most of the dorms, though there were more buildings on the opposite side of campus. As the college had grown in size, they’d had to expand the dorm facilities they’d offered over the years.

It was a short walk for me, at least, and I used one of the laundry rooms to get in, inputting a code into a washing machine that hissed and sank back into the wall, revealing a steep staircase disappearing into the darkness. I staggered against the wall, tipped off-balance by my huge breasts. Damn it, I’d thought I’d got a handle on that when I’d been at the takeout place earlier, though they had given me some very strange looks. The padding on the inside of the jacket, layered thickly, had helped some though, at least keeping my emissions under control.

But I had to descend and the moment my head was below the level of the laundry room floor, the washing machine ground less than smoothly back into place and I groaned, hidden in the darkness.

“Oof…”

I didn’t take too long for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, panting lightly, licking my lips. I had to get to grips with everything the best I could, though my dick nipples rubbed up tantalisingly against the oversized shirt covering my breasts. The big jacket that I’d worn earlier, though it was quite fragrant by that point, kept the dick nipples bent against my body, even if that was hardly comfortable for me.

And then I was back down, the succubus leading me to the next game, which turned out to be a trivia round. That wasn’t so much my strong suit, but I had quick enough reflexes and it was high time I used those to my advantage.

I sat behind a single podium, every contestant given their own, so there was no playing on teams for us, resolute in my determination.

And I wasn’t going to make anything bad for anyone, no, not as the succubus explained the rules (hit the buzzer, answer the question – it wasn’t all that difficult, no) and we set up. I may well have been playing to win, but that didn’t mean I was going to be mean unduly to anyone, no, not in the slightest. I had a few ideas of the transformations I would inflict on the other contestants when I won, but I wouldn’t concern myself overly with their transformations.

As fun as transforming others could be, well…it was my transformations that I was most interested in.

“First question!” The succubus said, raising her voice as I snapped back to reality. “What was the name of the woman who discovered radium and polonium?”

My hand slammed down on the buzzer, claws out. But I didn’t care if I scraped the table, the bright lights warming my fur.

“Marie Curie!” I rushed to answer, though Liam scowled, having buzzed in a moment after me. “It’s Marie Curie!”

“Correct!”

So, that was one point for me, and I concentrated, hoping I remembered enough about history to get by, though I lunged for the buzzer every time the succubus asked a question. At the very least, even if it was a risky strategy, I bought myself a couple of seconds to think, even if I didn’t know the answer right away.

And the questions came quickly too, a rapid-fire assault that forced me to mentally leap and twist, to become cat-like in my mental agility, even then.

“Where was the first British colony in the Americas?”

“Edward Snowden revealed information about what intelligence service?”

“What was the name of explorer Robert Scott’s vessel used during his Antarctic voyage?”

“What year did man first land on the moon?”

I didn’t get every question, but I tried – and that was enough for me, kind of, leaning forward hungrily over my podium, my hand poised above the buzzer. My tail swung back and forth anxiously, wanting the transformations more than I’d ever wanted anything ever before, licking my lips like a ravenous, wild beast.

“How did Joan of Arc die?”

Again, my hand slammed on to the buzzer, but Devon was ahead of me, too quick.

“Uhhhh…” He rubbed the back of his neck, sliding his gaze away from the succubus’ eyes. “That’s… Ah… Shit… Was she…drowned?”

The succubus’ eyes flashed.

“That’s incorrect! Gale?”

I grinned.

“Burned at the stake, fourteen-thirty-one.”

“Correct!”

The succubus smirked and nodded in my direction, though it was hard to tell if it was approving or not. But I was in it to win, even though there was a distraction at hand too.

My horse cock nipples… They didn’t exactly stop orgasming even though there were some gaps between climaxes. I’d padded out the front of my jacket on the inside, the best I could, but that didn’t stop shocking ripples of pleasure rolling through me as I grunted and moaned, shivering in place as ecstasy clawed into my soul.

They forced me to stumble over a question to do with England and something about Norway too, though I didn’t even remember the questions, not even in hindsight. Not as the thick, meaty flare of one dick nipple swelled, jetting off a load into the inside of my jacket. The sodden padding clung tenaciously to the cock, the skin slick and wet, but I couldn’t let my concentration slip, no, not even as I tried to answer another question that had been asked.

“Uh…” I’d hit the buzzer, but I was too busy squirming, shifting my weight anxiously. “I… It was… Oof!”

I couldn’t stop the moan from breaking my lips as I filled the inside of my soaked shirt and jacket with cum all over again, the warm slop of it rolling down my front. Some of the other contestants tittered and mocked me, but, well, it was not as if they weren’t going to be in a very similar position soon enough. They had transformations to take too, had borne some already, and my body was only giving people ideas – especially with how the succubus had encouraged transformations and sexual ones at that.

I panted heavily, out of time on that question, but the succubus smoothly moved on to the next person. Sara got that one right: she was always on the ball.

Yet my mind wandered, failing to hold back another orgasm to answer a question as it raced upon me, though it was hard to feel that bad about it with pleasure sinking into my body. And it was chilling too, the lack of control, the dirty mess of it all.

What if I really was stuck like that forever? I couldn’t think about anything other than my next orgasm, desperate wrenching facts and figures from my mind, trying to get the answers right, even though, sometimes, I was just guessing. Even with me, I could not claim to know everything, as much as I wanted to win.

Yet the rampant arousal got to me, my lashing tail giving me away even as, sometimes, I let out breathless whimpers and moans. It was embarrassing…and yet still came with a weird air of exhilaration that coursed through me, heating my blood. Another orgasm wracked me and I missed a couple of quick questions entirely, cum seeping down my throat as both upper dick nipples jetted off at once.

As cum soaked into my fur, I moaned, shuddering in place. Fear clawed at me, battling up against arousal. There was no sense of relief, not truly, and I wondered if that would be the case for the rest of my life, stuck like that and always needing to cum. It was daunting, looming before me like a beast I needed to conquer – and yet I yearned to embrace it too as a constant companion, always by my side.

And I could not deny my hunger, dancing there, just out of my reach. I only had to win the games to take it for my own and, well…I was already doing well.

Having orgasms softened the chilling fear, however, washing it down behind the mounting wall of arousal: immense and overpowering. Blinking, I watched my points go up, forcing out answers and getting ahead, though it looked like Devon and I were neck and neck again. Just what was his problem with me?

And then it came to the last question. It didn’t have to be hugely unknown, just the deciding factor between first and second place. With my fingers dancing above the buzzer, I took a breath, poised and ready.

“What was the year of the first moon landing?”

My hand slammed on to the buzzer, a hair’s breadth ahead of Sara. I smiled. How had she got so invested in the game too? Maybe she’d enjoyed the look of things last night, with me?

Or maybe that was applying too much reasoning to it as I answered the final question.

“It was…nineteen-sixty-nine!”

“Correct!”

The succubus hurled her question cards in the air, incinerating them with a snap of her fingers and a puff of smoke unfurling from the burning papers. I gasped, drawing back, heart pounding in my ears. My lower right dick nipple throbbing, hanging out the gap in the front of my jacket, where the buttons had strained apart, but I didn’t even care to hide it away again.

For the scores were on the screen, the board above us – and it was clear that I’d won! Even though I’d set out to win, my heart still surged, pounding vivaciously, and I let out a triumphantly yowl as my tail lashed back and forth. Devon and Liam may well have cast me a look, but I didn’t care about them.

All I cared was that I was in control, that I would be able to get a transformation and that I would be able to play with some others that I’d been mulling over too. Devon and Liam, sure – they were out to get me and I probably wouldn’t be all that kind to them, but there were others there that I thought I may well have been able to help with transformations.

I could only try, after all.

“Now, Gale, step up, step up…”

The succubus called me to the centre of the room and I proudly took centre stage, loosening my jacket at last. It kind of didn’t matter anymore with one dick nipple poking out already, the head of that cock thick and flared as if it was about to jet off again with another messy load. Where I’d been standing behind the podium remained a mess of cum that had drooled down my front and my trousers were already soaked with it, which didn’t help the smell around me any.

I grinned, waiting for the succubus, though she nodded again, as if realising I had something special in mind already.

“Go on, Gale, as the overall winner, let us hear what transformations you have in store for us this delightful evening!”

It sounded like the succubus was playing to the cameras, but I didn’t care. I rolled my shoulder blades back and stood up as tall as I could, my tail swishing.

“Um… I want a bit of magic,” I asked, most likely surprising her and the others. “There’s so much mess here… I’ve got to have a spell to clean up all this…cum… My, ah…emissions.”

Too late, I corrected my terminology, my blush hidden under my fur. But that was not so bad as the succubus grinned and snapped her fingers in a blazing flare of pink light.

“Done! I must say, I was wondering if you were going to slip on your way over here,” she teased. “Look at the trail you left…”

There was, indeed, a creamy trail of cum between me and the podium, where it had dripped even then. My jacket clearly wasn’t doing much good then, though the pads inside must have been practically soaked by the time I’d got down to the games anyway.

But it was the pleasure that rushed through me that took my breath away, stealing a yowl from my lips as I shifted my weight back and forth, heat swarming my body, as if it was going to pull me under. It swarmed and it rose headily inside me, greater and greater with every passing moment. I moaned aloud and ejaculated as the magic took hold, cum soaking all the way through my jacket as the dark, wet patch across the front spread.

And that wasn’t it! No… No, it was so much more than one orgasm, the horse cocks jetting off again and again, spilling their loads, the balls fat and straining where they were squashed into my tits at the base of the horse cocks. There was little room for anything within the confines of my shirt and padded jacket, but the cocks throbbed and ached, the flares fleshy and pounding, every surge of sensation fed straight back to my mind as I cried out mindlessly, senselessly.

I didn’t need to be truly present in my own mind when my body was giving me so much pleasure, streams of lust coursing through me, aching so very deeply. And yet I needed it, all so very much, losing track of when one orgasm ended and the next began.

Time lost meaning and I tried to cast the spell to make my ejaculations disappear, though only a little evaporated into a fizzle of pink sparks. I couldn’t concentrate enough to let the spell go in full force, panting softly through an open mouth, straining to take even a full gulp of air into my lungs.

But I had to control myself, even as the cocks throbbed and ached, making me lose track of time and my own reality. Blinking rapidly, I tried to bring myself back, ignoring the heady rush of pleasure, as intoxicating as it was. The magic had settled inside me, but I didn’t know quite how to use it.

“A wave of your fingers, dear,” the succubus said, though she had a wicked, condescending note in her tone. “And think of it disappearing. Quite a simple spell, but it does like a little flourish to set it off. Or else we cannot complete the transformations for your competitors…”

I took a breath, standing tall, ignoring the churn of my stomach and how the slick pull of clothes over my horse cocks and breasts tugged and strained, the horse cocks desperate to be free. A slop of cum poured down my front where the escaped cock wobbled and I wondered, briefly, if there was any point in trying to keep it all contained with the fleshy flare exposed and throbbing with every pulse of cum.

It was not really my cock… Or was it? It was hard to understand just how transformations worked, exactly like that, but there was only so much room for me to think.

“Yes… I have…transformations…”

I was almost tempted to take them for myself, the transformations, but I wanted one for Kira especially, so I had to pull it together. I wondered if she knew what I had in store for her, the transgender woman, though I had found out through the grapevine (and her social media) that she was on a long waiting list for surgery.

That, however… Well, it was something I could fix – and it would be well within the scope of the rules.

“I…choose…” I panted softly, hiding a moan as ejaculate dripped down my chest, only to be awkwardly magicked away. “Kira. Kira…”

The trans woman started, eyes wide and half taking a step back. I tried to reassure her, holding my hands up to quiet her for a moment.

“No, no… It’s okay, it’s okay. I want you to have the body you want.”

I grinned, showing off a bit too much of my fangs. Oh, well.

“I want to transform Kira into her real body,” I said, raising my voice so every word was clear. “She’s to be given a full sex change, without surgery, only magic, a pussy in place of her cock and balls. She’s to get a thick, curvy body, along with really big breasts. Not quite as big as mine though…”

I wanted to be the only one with breasts that size, even if it was a little selfish to think like that. But it was the transformation I was doling out to her and without knowing what Kira’s ideal body was, I could only add a little of my own flair in there.

Kira’s jaw dropped and she stuttered – but the succubus was already letting a fizzing flare of blue light spark up, shifting and flickering as if it was the centre of a flame. Kira gasped as the magic flowed into her, as it had for me, and her transformation rose to the surface, pushing and bubbling at her skin.

Even then, it was weird to watch her transform, for the biggest part I could see of it, of course, was her breasts growing against the shape of her padded bra. It looked like she’d put on a shaped one that day, not wearing something underneath that gave her the appearance of breasts separate to the bra. I only knew a little about things like that, but, really, that was Kira’s business, not mine.

“Wait… You’re really…” Kira tried for words, eyes fixed on me. “Ahhh… This… This is strange… Ohhhh!”

She twisted, grabbing at her chest as I had – and I was glad to see I wasn’t the only one groping myself in a situation like that. Maybe it was just that Kira was that caught off-guard, especially as I was still cumming at that very moment, her eyes wide and fixed on me as Kira tried to drag at her own clothes.

She seemed a lot keener to get her clothes off than I had been, though maybe it was because it was a reality for her and a fetish for me. Just…different ways of looking at a transformation, though I let out a throaty purr of satisfaction as her breasts billowed, bulging and fighting the padded, shaped bra.

“Ah!”

Kira pulled at her shirt, getting it all the way off just as the bra gave up, pinging open in the middle, for it was never designed, even with the special padding, to hold any real weight. The rising, bare flesh spilled forward, a line showing where the bra had dug into it, though that would swiftly reduce, as Kira’s flesh grew more comfortable again.

Yet Kira was not done with that either, turning her back on us and hiking up her skirt with some modicum of modesty (I didn’t think we should have really been focusing on things like that anymore, but it was what it was) just to check out what was happening to her. It must have been exquisite to feel her body changing, to know she was settling into her real body, the body she should have had all along. I smiled faintly. It was good to be able to do that for her, though orgasms from my dick nipples and those frothing, churning balls distracted my attention even then.

The succubus congratulated Kira on her transformation and I settled back on my heels, enjoying the moment a little longer. However, before we could proceed, Kira raised her hand sheepishly, her cheeks rosy and her eyes bright.

“I’m dropping out of the game,” she said firmly, her tone clear. “As you said, in the rules… We can drop out at any time, forfeiting the prize. I don’t want to risk losing any of this.”

“That I can very much understand,” the succubus said, not unkindly. “It is a wise soul who knows when to get ahead. So, you may stay to watch the rounds, of course, coming and going as you please. No knowledge of the game may be disseminated beyond this group. I shall know.”

A flutter of magic sank into Kira, magically sealing her tongue against telling of the game, though that didn’t seem like a bad thing at all.

“Now, Gale, my kinky little feline,” the succubus said with a purr in her tone. “You have done one good deed, but do you intended to do another today?”

I smiled and nodded. There was one other, of course, that I knew well. And, at the very least, I could do something for someone who had been kind enough to help me stand up out of a cum-filled bathtub earlier that day while seed had still been dripping from my fur and my cocks had been spilling even more.

“Sara,” I said clearly, making sure she heard me. “I want Sara to be turned…into an anthro, like I was before the transformations, but a jaguar. An anthro jaguar.”

I made sure the words were clear and Sara’s gasp cut through the air, whirling on me.

“You’re not serious?”

She should have been shocked but the grin stretching her lips betrayed her true feelings as a blue cloud of demon magic surrounded her, the succubus instantly obliging my curse. It was not much of a curse, however, not when Sara wanted it as much as she did, but it was very much in line with the transformations desired by the succubus.

“This shall be a beautiful transformation…”

The succubus’ words whispered through the air as Sara’s body trembled, a full body shudder rippling through her. Yet there was no great transformation to take place there, for it was subtler notes that came into play when going from human to anthro.

All I could do was stand back and watch, with something of a sense of pride, as golden and black fur covered her body, thick and fluffy, the flesh of her face rippling and pulsing to swell out into a muzzle. Of course, I was not privy to the lighter sensations, like her skull crunching and cracking to reshape it into that of a jaguar. Her ears pulled up, so cute as they rounded out, allowing her to twitch and turn them back and forth, her spine stretching into a long, beautiful feline tail.

It was not as nice as mine, of course, but very little could be. I grinned at her as she stumbled, on her toes and hands, trying to balance as her feet changed. Pushing up onto her toes for a digitigrade-type foot instead, her shoes merely fell off, a transforming nail-claw snagging on one along the way. Her tail flicked back and forth, the transformation blossoming through her, and I groaned softly, trying to ignore the lure of arousal in me. And, that time, it was not solely from the horse cocks that were still twitching and flexing. With a brief thought, I took a breath and cleaned myself up with that little spell again, but nothing would stop my horse cocks from jetting off even more loads of cum.

The discomfort was something, however, I was sure I would get used to…

Just like Sara would get used to walking in a different stance, her centre of balance shifting, her shirt straining around a new pair of breasts as they filled out her bra and the front of her shirt. They wouldn’t be big enough to rip her shirt, thankfully for her, but the shape of them was obvious even as she twisted and groaned and tried to unhook her bra, just to relieve the strain of it digging into her flesh.

But not in time, not as a wonderful jaguar transformation settled over her, leaving her panting, still with her natural hair too, though it blended seamlessly into her fur. Even the gold earrings she’d had in had migrated fluidly with the transformation too and I pressed my thighs together, even though I really had nothing more to hide about my arousal in the transformation games anymore.

“Gale! I can’t believe you did that to me!”

I rolled my eyes at her complaints and flipped my paw at her, though it wasn’t a rude gesture.

“You say that, but you’ve wanted to be a cat for as long as I’ve known you,” I said flatly, sure there was a twinkle in my eye too. “And you had all that jaguar stuff when we were kids too… Consider it a gift!”

Sara nodded and turned, almost tipping off balance, still getting used to her new feet.

“Yeah… Yeah, okay, you’re right.”

Of course, I was. I wouldn’t have asked for it for her otherwise and Sara knew that too.

The succubus, however, turned sombre, drawing herself up tall as she floated a little higher, darker magic crackling and pulsing around her. The mood tensed.

“I am sorry to ruin the mood,” she said, “but there is a cheater in our midst, to be removed. You.”

She pointed at a woman I didn’t know, but had been introduced as Tina, her eyes wide and strained, panic shocking across her face.

“What – me?” She yelped. “But I’ve not done anything!”

The succubus shook her head.

“On the contrary… You tried, and failed, to search for answers on your phone, in the trivia game. And, here, we do not tolerate cheaters of any kind.”

“Okay – okay!” Tina backed up, holding her hands high, palm out, her blonde ponytail bobbing behind her. “I quit, I quit! See? No harm there, I won’t get any prize – I’ll be gone!”

The succubus rose, black and blue magic crackling and sparking around her hands, lips pressed together into a thin, hard line.

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere…”

“What do you mean? Wait… Agh!”

For the succubus had utilised, seemingly, a more discreet spell that time, her magic flowing into the cheater, Tina, and changing her. Yet it was not a transformation any of us could have expected, not from the succubus, not as Tina blinked rapidly and repeatedly, as if she was trying to get something out of her eye.

“Ugh… What… What’s happening?”

She rubbed at her face, trying to ease her eyes, though there was no moisture rolling down her cheeks. It didn’t look like her eyes could do that anymore, an inkling of the horror that was set to happen to her dropping into the back of my mind.

Oh no…

Yet it became clear in time, as Tina dropped to her knees, huffing and panting, her eyes bulging out and out and out. She rubbed furiously at her eyes, the skin around them twitching like she was trying to blink and putting far too much effort into it.

“Please… No… Don’t… Don’t do this…to me…”

She sobbed, saliva gleaming on her lips, yet she stared ahead of her, her eyelids slowly but surely becoming frozen in place, as if they were being held apart by a higher power. And that was a power, indeed, I would very much like to meet as she even tried to push her eyelids back together again, to get some relief for her clearly aching eyeballs, to close them against the bulging monstrosity that was just making itself known.

“Please… Give me anything else… Don’t do this!”

For her eyeballs blurred faintly, losing the definition of the iris and the pupil. I shifted closer, on the pretence of adjusting one of my jetting horse cocks, though even then it was difficult to focus.

“I can’t… I can’t see… No… Please… Please, no…”

She babbled, repeating the words over and over again, though she was not offered the chance for respite, not as the eyeballs bulged from her face, no longer even looking like eyes. It was grotesque, even for me to watch as the eyeballs paled slowly to the hue of her skin, turning into long, powerful human cocks, the skin pulling smoothly back from the space to allow the very essence of her eyes to push out, slowly, every second seeming to drag on increasingly.

And I stared, transfixed. It was horrific and yet still the hottest thing I’d ever seen. All I wanted to do was to leap to her, to beg her to tell me everything about how it felt, even if I was not sure I would plead for it to be done to me. Not yet, at least.

The human cocks filled out more and more, the skin smoothing over them somewhat as the wrinkles pulled out, though there were not as many there as there’d been with the horse dicks on me. Fascinated, I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly a bit too dry, watching them take shape more, forming into distinct, though stubby, cock-like shapes. I only recognised them for what they were, somewhat, so early on, as it had been one of my biggest, most terrifying fantasies.

The heads of the cocks were round, the skin pulling and shifting over them as her cock eyes grew and grew, bulging out as twin poles, though she tried to grasp them and push them. Pushing them back into the sockets where her eyes had been wasn’t doing Tina any good, however, and I sucked in a breath as her hands came away wet. Even then, there was a tiny smear of pre-cum on the heads, though I doubted that was from her arousal. Tina didn’t seem to be into that kind of thing.

“Please… No… Oh, please… No… No, don’t do this to me, please! Let me go! Let me goooo!”

Tina’s pleading, however, fell on deaf ears and no one was coming to her rescue. Not even as the skin under her eyelids sagged slowly, filling out as if with water as a pair of heavy balls matched the cocks, hanging down to her cheeks below each dick, which had once been an eyeball. Yet they no longer bore any resemblance to human eyeballs at all as skin pulled over them, settling into place, the balls swinging softly within their sack. They weren’t as good as horse cocks, however, at least not to me.

They climaxed instantly, before they had even finished transforming into full, thick human dicks, sticky spurts of seed spurting from them, the balls dropping lower, bloating out and jiggling back and forth. She sobbed brokenly – maybe the cum was her tears?

I couldn’t feel all that bad for her, though I knew Tina was not enjoying it. Okay, so I didn’t want her to have to go through that, but what if they were horse cocks…and my eyeballs instead of hers? Sure, I didn’t want to be punished, but…it was hot.

Too hot. All in a way I really knew would not have felt it was, but I wanted it too. Cocks instead of eyes, bigger than that and throbbing too…

“Right…”

Continued in part four…