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The Transformation Games

Part two of four

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cheeseguy3412

Gale’s perspective

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I wasn’t too worried though, wide away despite the hour, which had to be late. The succubus explained there would be obstacles in the maze and I’d see the canine anthro, a blend of two breeds with soft, brown fur, around campus before. She was more of the kind of anthro who wanted to keep herself clean and pristine at all times, rather than getting stuck into things and dirty. There wasn’t much muscle on her and a climbing wall, to go up and over the other side, rose above the maze to the right; I didn’t think she’d be able to get over something like that easily.

So, I was probably the only one who would be able to race through obstacles and gain points, which the succubus explained the nature of. Points would be awarded to the person who got to the centre the swiftest, but also for how well they handled each obstacle.

I was in it for a transformation so…I didn’t take it too seriously. I was pretty much the tallest out of everyone there and I was sure they didn’t realise my physical prowess meant I could easily take them all down in a game like that, though the succubus explained that the four with the highest point total would qualify as winners for that first round.

Still, I put on a show of it, trying to get the lay of the land as I dived into the maze on the starting flash of magic, everyone going off in a different direction. Floating cameras, which kind of looked like drones but seemed to be controlled more by magic, considering the succubus’ abilities, followed all of us, allowing us to see, over the tops of the hedges, just where the other contestants sort of were.

But it was about my race as I leapt over a ditch and slowed down to crawl under a net, which was set up like something from military training. There were stepping stones too and, even though I wished I’d worn more comfortable clothes, they were not too difficult to get over.

“Oof!”

I missed a jump and slid down into a drop, though caught myself on a ridge a moment before I plummeted into a ditch. I cursed lightly, ignoring the cameras, and hauled myself out, perhaps showing off a little too much of my strength in the course of it.

But I had to get out and I wasn’t getting wiped out immediately, oh no, I wasn’t going to leave. I didn’t think there was a way for us to require leaving, but getting injured or breaking the rules most certainly was one of them.

So, I had to make it fair and, at the very least, I had to try.

A bell rang every time someone completed the course and, by the time I got there, there were four others ahead of me. That was perfect and I leaned over, pretending to need to catch my breath, though I was sure someone would catch on to what I was doing. With how the games were going to strip us down to nothing, put us through obscene and wonderful transformations, having my sexual fantasies out there was going to be the least of it all in the end.

“Well done!”

The succubus walked that time as we all lined up, taking a sultry stroll past the contestants right in the middle of the maze. A churning, swirling ball of magic – her own design, I was sure – heralded the centre, the maze hedge around us forming a circle, with openings for entrances back into the maze itself.

I swallowed a whimper, glancing between the succubus and the magic, wanting it all.

The two who had come in first and second were Devon and Liam, both athletes but, really, not set to go pro or anything like that. I vaguely knew of them, as they were loud and brash, known for working situations to their advantage.

“Now… Surprise me,” the succubus said, running her tail under Devon’s chin as he gave a very uncharacteristic squeak. “You are the first to get through the course…and win the first challenge. What transformation will you lay on a loser here, hm? Will it be invigorating or will I tire of you quickly?”

I thought Devon would have stuttered at that, though he surprised me by smirking and tilting his chin up.

“Well, Liam and I had something in mind,” he said, sharing a look with his friend. “Hm… You know, I think some here might like the idea of being transformed a little too much, yeah? So, why not give them what they want.”

I tipped my head. Had someone else been into things like me too? Yet Devon pointed at me and said, clearly:

“Give her another pair of tits – bigger than the ones she has already! And make those bigger too, all the same size!”

“Wait? Me?”

I started, though I wasn’t about to run, not as my heart pounded and the succubus grinned widely, showing off too many teeth. Even though I had noticed it before, they suddenly seemed a lot sharper, more feral, more predatory. Exactly fitting for a demon.

“So, it seems that the first curse goes to Gale, what a wonderful surprise,” she drawled, her formal demeanour slipping slightly as she seemed to take on a raw delight in the lead up to a transformation. “Hm… I could have expected that. Perhaps you were a little too obvious in showing the appeal of my transformations, cat.”

I wanted to tell her I was a tiger, not just a cat, but she snapped her fingers, a jolt of purple magic leaping from her painted nails, long enough to have the appearance of claws, to me. I sucked in a breath but didn’t really feel as if any air entered my lungs, not with how tight my chest was.

Magic sank into me and I moaned softly, shaking my head, tottering a little. But I didn’t want to run from it, oh no, not as I got exactly what I wanted and my skin across my chest and breasts suddenly felt too tight. Of course, it was hard to see as I was still wearing clothes, but I had enough presence of mind to at least try to appear shocked.

“Hey… What gives?” I tried to complain, even as my flesh bulged, feeling as if it was filling out moderately from my chest, pushing into my bra and rounding out the front of my T-shirt and jacket. “Why… I haven’t done anything to you!”

Devon smirked.

“Hah… Well, maybe you won’t like it as much as you think you will,” he said with a sly shrug. “You were sitting there, tail twitching, looking like the cat that got the cream when she was telling us about the game. You got in here for something other than the prize, didn’t you? But things aren’t always as good as you think they are.”

It was hard to listen to him but, vaguely, I understood he thought he’d got one over on me. And wasn’t that silly? Even if I had let it slip a little too much how much I liked the idea of transformations, it was not as if I had gone through anything like that before either.

But it was there for me and there was nothing I could do there as the curse sank into me, squirming as the buttons on my jacket strained increasingly tightly. The space between the buttons bulged as the buttons protested and I was only glad I hadn’t worn anything with a tight zip that day, even if the buttoned jacket had been a little on the smarter side – just the first thing I’d grabbed heading out the door, a light thing that had not kept the rain from my fur.

“Unff… Ah…”

“Gale, your buttons!”

That was Sara, though I could barely spare a moment to acknowledge her as I tried to get the buttons undone, a middle one pinging off as I fought with them. I didn’t save all the buttons, didn’t even know why I was fighting so hard with them anyway, and gasped as my bra strained, the under wire digging in more viciously.

It wasn’t easy as another pair of breasts grew beneath the first, a dull ache sinking into my midriff as I groaned and quivered in place. It was all I could do, even then, simply to remain standing, though I didn’t know what else I was supposed to do. I wanted to press my thighs together, to exult in the wetness teasing slickly over my pussy lips, yet that would have been too obvious – and too crude.

“Oof… Ah!”

I shrugged my shoulders, rolling the jacket back just in time as two more lumps showed under my breasts, the nipples forming peaks in the fabric of my T-shirt. I hadn’t really liked that T-shirt all that much anyway, but still I dithered, not knowing whether I was to take it off or hang on, at least for a few more moments.

The sensation, however, of my clothing pulling more and more tightly over my growing breasts was simply exquisite in a way I hadn’t considered before. It was different, the shirt pulling under my arms and digging in over the top of my shoulders, accentuated by my bra straining too. The straps of my bra cut in and I hesitated, not knowing whether I should try to get my top off or not. It was in the way, that much was certain, but to drag it off in front of everyone would just expose me.

And how big was the succubus going to make my breasts anyway? “Bigger” was entirely subjective and left me shivering deliciously, my stomach twisting and turning itself all up into knots.

I didn’t know how big they were going to get, my hands resting on my new, lower pair of breasts, tucked under the first as everything swelled. My skin strained and pulled uncomfortably, startling me by how the sensation caught me off-guard. I hadn’t expected something like that, more like the bliss of being transformed, but it made it all the more real to me.

It was something I could not escape from, not as a broken little whimper teased by my lips. My flesh bulged and strained and even though I tugged at the bottom hem of my T-shirt, even I knew I wasn’t going to get it off in time.

“Ugh… Why…”

But I couldn’t even put on a show to feign my “hatred” of the transformation, not as Devon scowled at me and petulantly crossed his arms over his chest. Such a child. But my bra could not contain the rising swell of my breasts as more flesh spilt over the top of them, my shirt appearing lumpy and bulging.

My shirt split slowly, one stitch on the seam under the arm giving up after the other, pinging down as it tore. I was just fortunate that it didn’t tear right across my chest and expose me right away, the lower breasts swelling at a fantastic rate as the overly sensitive nipples rubbed into the soft fabric.

That time, I could not hold back a very sexual moan, shuddering in place. My knees buckled and tears of emotion, raw and biting, built in the corners of my eyes. Oh, but I wanted it, wanted to languish there in the moment, panting heavily, grunting and groaning, everything on show. If there was any confusion over whether I wanted the transformations or not, well…that moment put all those concerns to rest well and truly.

My breasts pressed out through the front of my shirt and I used a claw, helpless to do anything else, to slice across the front, between the upper and lower breasts. I was okay with the flesh straining and filling out with new fat and nerves, but I couldn’t bear the pull of my clothes anymore, just needing a tiny jolt of relief.

The rip allowed my breasts to swell out even more and, somehow, I forgot I was even there, in public, as they rose to attention, the nipples fat and almost coming with a fleshy hint to them. I grunted in the back of my throat, angling my finger so I could rub across the top of one nipple and the areola, pressing down into the soft flesh of it.

But it was so sensitive and I squirmed in place, grunting, leaning back against a section of hedge where one of the obstacles, a twisting up-and-down-climb-around squeeze through, was close to the opening to the centre. I needed the support, the weight tipping me off-balance, and I had to lean forward, even though I felt like I wanted to stand up tall, getting my feet under me again.

Of course, I was still down on my knees, though I had not accounted for at all the massive weight of those breasts, though it was fortunate, kind of, that my normal breasts did not grow too much. They had been a pretty decent D-cup before, though they had sat well on my chest, growing out so they challenged the width of my torso. It was the weight of them that really got to me and, vaguely, I groped at them, not wanting to make too big a show of feeling myself up.

The upper pair of breasts quivered, the lower side bulging through the rip I’d made in my shirt. I wasn’t too sure what had happened to my bra, but the under wire seemed to have given up and pinged down out of the way, digging into my torso rather than simply my breasts. The nipples showed through my shirt, obviously defined, though one found the rip and poked out of it, another rip spreading down across my belly – well, most of those second pair of breasts was covering my belly, but that was by the by.

“Unff… They’re so…heavy…”

And there was really nothing to stop me from moaning aloud and showing off my pleasure as I dug my fingers softly into my lower breasts, as the upper pair seemed to have stopped growing for the moment. They settled at the size of watermelons – not the biggest I’d ever seen but, well…they were more than sizeable enough, spilling out around my fingers when I tried to hold on to them, at least a little.

Carefully, as the lower, new pair of breasts matched up to my “normal” pair, I stood, though I was much shakier than usual. Even though all the weight was on my chest, it was as if they were trying to pull me back and forth, tugging me off-balance and to the side, even though I should have been more than comfortable, kind of. Everything was evening out, but I just didn’t have the muscle in my back to hold them.

Maybe…just maybe…that was part of the experience too. All four breasts ended up the same and I faintly tried to poke the escaping nipple back into my shirt, but that only made more flesh bulge out through the rip I’d made. The awkwardness to my movement, how I was overly aware of the new weight on my chest, was unlike anything I’d ever felt before and a smile tugged at my lips, even though I had fantasised about similar. Well, I’d fantasised about even more extreme transformations than that, but it was a start.

I just had not anticipated the squeeze and push of my skin too, that odd sensation of stretching and pulling. Liam whispered to Devon as I sheepishly locked eyes with Devon again, the guy who’d given me the transformation, though it didn’t look like things were going to get better for me at that point, no.

“Well, well, well, it seems that our first transformation is a hit,” the succubus said, skilfully moving things along – for she had a few transformations to get through, of course. “How do you feel about your new breasts, Gale?”

Her eyes glittered as if she already knew exactly what it was that I felt, though I still smiled vaguely and shook my head. It would be silly to give too much away, even though I thought it may have been a little too late for that. Maybe they would have thought my moans were of pain or something? It was plausible, especially if people didn’t even think it was possible to be turned on by transformations like that? But it was hard to see them as anything other than arousing when my nipples were so sensitive – so much so that I couldn’t even bear to touch it to cover up the exposed one and my modesty. The pink flesh wobbled in front of my body, drawing the eye, and I hazily strove to hold my hand in front of it without touching it. It was the only touch of modesty I had left and, even then, I felt it slipping through my fingers.

Oh… If only I’d known how little that modesty was going to matter to me going forward.

It just wasn’t something worth worrying about, no, not in the long run.

“Uh… Yeah… I didn’t think… Ow…” I groaned and tried to look abashed, though still didn’t think I was doing all that good a job with it. “This whole thing… It’s crazy… Ugh… And so uncomfortable.”

That would have to do it and my whiskers quivered as I put on the saddest expression I possibly could, letting out a muffled moan. Yet that moan was from my breasts rubbing and teasing against my shirt, another stitch popping under my right arm, straining increasingly. Even after the transformation was done and complete, my body tried to find a way to simply make space for itself when I was still wearing a shirt.

“Ugh, yeah, fine.” Liam cut in, tapping his foot. “Devon, you said she’d squirm with that, seriously?”

Devon rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, well… Yeah, I didn’t think she’d…you know…” He made a face and brought up his hands, making “air quotes” with his fingers. “Actually…enjoy it, you know…”

Liam, however, stepped up to take the succubus’ attention.

“Alright! Do I get to curse someone now?”

The succubus nodded slowly.

“Mmm, an eager one is always encouraged. Well then, young one: tell me what curse you would like placed on someone here.”

The succubus hovered, her tail twitching back and forth, though I held my breath, waiting. Who was going to get the next curse? My breasts tingled, my clothes, where they cut in, interfering with the circulation. Even that was annoying…but inviting too.

Liam grinned.

“Alright, well, the cat liked her new tits too much, I reckon,” he pressed on, brash in the moment. “Soooooo… Let’s see Gale’s nipples, all four of them transformed into…ah…um… What’s gross? Uh… Horse dicks! Make her nipples all horse dicks – oh, and with huge balls too! All swinging and heavy and gross!”

My heart surged, but they were not to know that I liked that very much, that it was something I wanted to know more of, taking a breath that, somehow, got stuck on the inhale in my throat. I tried to look afraid at the notion – and, to be fair, I was a little nervous – but I couldn’t pull it off as my whiskers quivered and my tail lashed.

“So…” The succubus proclaimed. “It shall be done! One more transformation for the feline, Gale!”

She pointed a finger at me and I stiffened, not even trying to dodge the zig-zag beam of yellow light as it flashed between her finger and me. The magic sank into me, but it felt different that time – and I knew a little more of what to expect, even as I anxiously shifted my weight from one foot to the other.

My tail gave me away too as mutterings and rumblings went through the other contestants and I wondered, faintly, just how much of myself I was showing to them, even though my lust and fetish for transformations was not something I had ever wanted to bring to the forefront of my normal, everyday life. If that was truly the case, however, perhaps I should not have entered the transformation games in the first place.

But it was too late for that and I wanted to see exactly how far things could go. Even the succubus had mentioned something about some contestants being incapacitated to the point that they stayed there. Those had to be permanent transformations… And what would that mean if that ended up happening to me too?

It was almost too much to think about and it was good that the tingling pulse of magic settling into my nipples took my attention away from that. I stumbled, my body aching with a dull, throbbing pound, but I had to hold myself together, one way or another, had to remember there were cameras on me, even if I didn’t know where the footage from those cameras would end up.

It probably wasn’t for me to worry about as I tipped forward, holding on to the wooden board of the obstacle for support and leaning heavily into it. My nipples pulsed and tickled, pushing out slowly as my skin stretched to accommodate the magic pouring into me. A fruity taste rose in the back of my mouth, though I hadn’t realised before that magic could have a flavour too.

“Ohhhh…”

That was my loudest moan yet, but I couldn’t help it, no, not at all. It was too much for me, so much too much, and I half-closed my eyes as my nipples fattened and bulged. My shirt pulled tauter and tighter across my back, but they were going to make short work of it, even as one protruded out past the bump of my modest hand.

The skin darkened as they grew, growing mottled in pink and a brown kind of grey, which reminded me of more natural skin colours for anthros. My skin was naturally pink – but seeing my nipple bulge through the gap while three more obvious lumps showed through my shirt, easily demonstrated it to be something “other” than myself.

Not me…but a transformation. I squirmed and whimpered, a startling little mewl breaking my lips as I shuddered bodily, casting Liam a glare. If I wanted a transformation, did he have to try to humiliate me with it too? I liked what I liked and it was really none of his business…

“Oof… Ohhhh…”

I moaned and the succubus flitted in a little closer, bobbing faintly in the air as she inspected me, seemingly very closely.

“Hm… This may rest close to home, so to speak, for you?”

The succubus let her words hang cryptically in the air, though I did not mind that all that much. It felt okay to be exposed, even if it was not a safe space for me. That much was sure, but it would be okay, chuffing in the back of my throat, my breasts huge and swollen.

It was not as if I could stop the swelling dick nipples, after all, and I had to let them all transforming, the bulge and stretch of my nipples clawing insistently at my attention. I panted harshly through an open mouth, grabbing at my own breasts, though it was not as if I was trying to push my nipples back in, not. The ones growing from my lower pair of breasts bulged, the tips thickening into typical horse cock flares, and I moaned lowly, the sound reverberating up from my throat.

It was just too intoxicating, too good, locking me into the moment as my skin pulled and stretched over my hugely inviting dick nipples. They strained out further and further against my shirt, like pillars of flesh pushing from my tits, though the weight of the balls bulging forth too had to catch my attention.

Those were different – and the balls were not set evenly on every breast too, no. Two pairs, the upper right and lower left, were even, with the balls hanging below my dick nipples, where would have been sensible. However, the others were on the top of one breast and swelling off to the side of the other, uncomfortable and further affecting my balance.

I groaned, huffing hotly through an open mouth as the balls inflated. It was as if something was being poured into them – could that be my seed? It didn’t quite make sense, not really, but I still felt the bloating, fattening weight of them as they filled out more and more. I panted, trying not to be too loud or too obvious about it, but there was only so much I could do, prey to the whims of magic and my body.

Coolness seeped deep, drawing attention to the heat crawling through me, filling out in the breasts as I grunted and panted and tried, again and again, to find some modicum of relief in licking my lips. One dick nipple ground out tenaciously, forcing my shirt to bow out more in the front, but I should never have expected my shirt to hold up for all that long, oh no. With an almighty rip, it tore through, allowing more than that one breast to poke out wickedly, showing off my shame and my greatest delight, both at the same time.

“Mmmph… Oh!”

I twisted my head back and forth, my hands waving, though I didn’t quite know where they were to go. Was it wrong to grip my breasts? What if I tried to shove the swelling dick nipples back into my shirt? I shook my head, tipping my chin down, peering back up at the others around me, too close for comfort still, who were all eyeing me with varying degrees of shock. I couldn’t quite discern the sour looks on Liam and Devon’s face, something conflicting sweeping their expressions.

It was obvious, surely, that I was enjoying myself, even squeezing my thighs together for a little extra sensation, though that only gave me another burst of arousal, my pussy already soaked. But that was not my focus as the upper right dick nipple swelled, fattening out around the girth as the flare pressed against a part of my shirt that was still holding tight and firm. The shape of the flare showed through, even though the dick nipple was only maybe six inches long so far, not at its full size, and I clawed at my shirt just to tear it a little more, freeing the fat flare at the moment it spurted.

The ejaculation ripped through me, stunning my senses – and the other three dick nipples were quick to follow. I cried out, a feral yowl ripping itself from my throat, but I was no longer in control of that or even my body. The skin pulled uncomfortably over my dick nipples as they grew even through orgasm, every pulse of hot, thick cum coming with a new pump of growth.

They swelled out further and further, fatter and fatter, though remained a nice thickness to sink into my breasts – literally like fat, overgrown nipples. Yet the skin of my horse cocks was mottled, one of them nearly completely grey-brown while the others were a mix of pink and grey: exactly as I liked them. My hands were not to be controlled in that moment as I rubbed up the length of the lower too, letting them grow into my hands, though I couldn’t even close my fingers all the way around them: they were just that big.

The flow of cum eased as I returned to my senses, the dick nipples about ten inches long, though they still had some growth to go as I tried to angle myself away from the others and the succubus. They’d already seen it all, though I still wanted to retain some semblance of modesty, panting and grunting, my throat tight with emotion I could not put a name to. I did not have to, however, not even then, trying to adjust my dick nipples, so they were a little more comfortable, the fabric of my shirt digging down around the bases, into my breasts and the swelling, fattening balls.

“Ohhhh…”

Yet my cock nipples kept growing and growing, thickening up as the skin smoothed out the wrinkles over the length of the horse cocks, the testicles bouncing and jostling. They weighed me down, my excitement flowing, glistening between my thighs. I’d thought they’d be the size of a normal horse cock, something like that, though the heads flared easily larger than the span of my hand – and they still were not fully grown.

“Unff… What… Why…”

I moaned, though I was powerless to stop it as my cock nipples swelled and bloated, aching as they did so, out to four feet long, dragging down in a sensual bow under their own weight. I didn’t know whether or not to touch them, for heating flooded to the spot I touched if I even brushed them. They were so sensitive – too sensitive! And the heads pulsed with tingling need as blood flowed into them, helping them to grow, more of it filling my body. Which was just as well, seemingly, or else I would have passed out from the blood pumping them up, each one as thick around as a pole that may have been seen on the street, a lamppost or similar.

It was too far and it was drastically out of hand… And why did that make me love it even more as they bounced and throbbed?

There were too many sensations all clinging to one another, demanding precedence, but it was the tight pull of my clothes around the growing cocks and my tits that caught me the most. As cum dripped on to them and another brush of a cock with my fingers had it jetting off wildly all over again, I soaked my own clothes with a deluge of cum, losing track of how many orgasms those dick nipples had taken, even though I’d only just started counting.

“Oof… Ah… It’s so…” I moaned, shaky but somehow still standing. “It’s…ah! Are they…going to keep cumming too? When they’re…this…ah…big?”

“Oh, yes, of course, they are,” the succubus confirmed with a smirk. “It would be boring for someone like you if there wasn’t an element of challenge to it, right?”

I whimpered, nodding and then shaking my head, not particularly sure about what I was doing. I tried to shift my dick nipples again, but that only had both of the lower ones jetting off a heady pulse of cum, my head whipping back as ecstasy warmed me through. The four-foot-long cocks bounced and wobbled, spraying cum haphazardly.

It was hard to be worried, even though I feared being trapped like that forever, when there was such pleasure rolling through my body. And the reality was so much better, even if terrifying, than the fantasies I’d played out so many times over before it had all become an exquisite experience for me.

My gaze grazed Sara’s, but I tried not to linger there. One cock jostled and bobbed, the balls shifting at the side of it, though there was little I could control there. But it made it bump up into another and I mewled throatily as cum poured forth, slicking down my legs, soaking my clothes, running straight off me where my fur too was sodden. As humiliating as it was, all I wanted to do was to collapse to the floor right there and then, masturbating furiously, thinking of nothing else other than my selfish needs and unholy pleasure.

I couldn’t move, wobbly on my feet, though fortunate that I was still upright. My tail lashed, the thrill of orgasming with the growing dick nipples too much to take in, not all at once. Whispers flowed around me, though I didn’t have to think about it, no… They had already seen all there was to see as they moved on to the other contestants and the curses they could give out as winners. Of course, only two of the four winners had given out their curses.

I didn’t mind so much that I hadn’t found out what Liam and Devon had wanted for themselves, but it probably wasn’t something that would interest me anyway. I finally trembled down on to my knees, tipping my shoulder into the bristly hedge, as another winner, a guy called Theo who I knew vaguely from a club I’d tried out in the first few weeks of college, curiously stepped up.

“Um… I don’t know who to curse,” he confessed, though he seemed awkward about it, at least to my limited attention. “But Gale seems to want to be cursed… Yeah. So… Maybe she should have even more orgasms?”

He took a breath as my head whipped around, facing him directly with desperation in my eyes.

Yes, please… Curse me… Anything!

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Maybe he heard my silent plea or maybe he didn’t: but he continued.

“Curse her…to make her balls re-fill…uh…in seconds? So, she could have one constant orgasm if she wanted. So, she’ll…always be aroused?”

The succubus grinned.

“It seems our lovely feline is getting all the attention.” She snapped her fingers, three prongs of blue light shooting through the air and sinking into my body, though I was ready for the heady warmth this time. “So, it shall be done!”

I cared but I didn’t, at the same time, not as my body settled into the transformation, my dick nipples fully transformed at fifteen inches long each (give or take, they were not all perfectly even in length). The flares fattened up and I shuddered in shock as I could feel the balls churning with cum even then: a new sensation to add to the medley of new things I had to deal with.

And just how was I going to deal with them? It was hard enough to do anything as it was, my breasts and dick nipples hanging lewdly out of my shirt, a mess of arousal and cum. If I’d wanted to do anything to hide my arousal, I’d turned out to do a pretty poor job of it!

I’ll have to find…mmm…a shirt that fits, I thought. But…how am I ever going to find something that will cover all of this without jiggling? Or making a huge mess of cum every time the fabric pulls against these…wonderful horse cock nipples?

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I moaned and rubbed a couple of pairs of balls tenderly, marvelling at how my fingers sank softly into the squishy weight of them, luxuriating there in the moment. It was on display, yet the humiliation dragged at the back of my mind, the sense of exposure chilling – though that could have merely been the cooler air on my cum covered tits and torso.

I wondered if I was going to get another transformation and, with a great effort of will, I dragged myself under control, though I had never expected to be so put out with a big transformation so early in the game. Did things usually go like that? I thought the weird transformations I’d heard about took place later in the game, but I could have been wrong.

However, Tim didn’t seem interested in putting another curse on me, as was permitted by the succubus, and turned his attention to someone else. Was it me regaining control? Hm… Maybe that was something I had to bear in mind, though I didn’t want to be a sprawling mess on the floor either, clamping my jaws shut as I got up into a crouch and shot off another orgasm all over again, a full load.

He chose to transform Shauna’s tongue into a penis, which, I had to admit, was both arousing and hilarious to me. She was always talking whenever I saw her, though maybe it would be nice if her transformation wasn’t a permanent one, for I didn’t think there was any harm in her. The succubus lanced a jet of her magic into Shauna and I was treated to the sight of her panic, his tongue fattening up within her mouth as it spilt over past her lips into a human shaft.

I smirked, shaking my head. Shauna should have known what he was getting into with the games and, really, it seemed all bets were already off. We were all going to lay down transformations wherever we could, but I had a plan for how I was going to use mine.

And it was such a turn-on too, to see her tongue swelling, changing into a fleshy cock, just like a normal human cock. I couldn’t see if there were balls in the back of her mouth too, though I imagined they were, shifting my weight back and forth and moving my hips while, eventually, a foot long human cock pushed out of her mouth.

Fucking hot…

_ _

I panted heavily and licked my lips. But the rest of the transformations, at least that time, didn’t interest me too much, not as I focused on my orgasms, even though there was nothing for me to cover up with.

I’d thought there would be more rounds that night, but the succubus dismissed us after all transformations and curses had been spent from the four winners.

“You will receive instructions on how to access the game tomorrow night,” she said dispassionately, seeming to lose interest as soon as we were to go. “Now… Enjoy yourselves for the night. Shauna, my cock-tongued dear… Do you need to stay here tonight?”

“Mmmph! Hmm-mm-mmph!”

I didn’t know what Shauna was trying to say, but I headed for the exit anyway, holding my jacket in front of my body just to cover up my breasts and dick nipples. Sara, however, caught me by the arm, nearly jostling my jacket away from my body.

“Hey!” She said, her brow furrowed with concern. “Are you… Wow, that was a lot for you. Are you okay?”

“Uh… Yeah…” I blushed and shook my head, though I wanted to reassure her too. “It’s okay…just… We knew what we were getting into with this, didn’t we?”

At least, that was what I was telling myself, even though it was a lot more than even I could have imagined.

Sara nodded and muttered something about coming to check on me later, which I appreciated. At that moment, all I could do was stagger from the underground system to fresh air and dawn, the glow of it on the horizon.

Continued in part three…