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Aesha's Sister

Written by Medkit for Anonymous

Tall, spindly pine trees with needle-covered branches flew by and blurred into the mostly-green landscape of the mountainous region Aesha's sister lived in. As the wendigo woman drove, she paid little attention to her squirmy passenger and boyfriend, Malik.

The two had been a couple for some time now. Despite Malik being more or less her toy, he found himself inseparable from her. He loved her, even if he did wonder if she really viewed him the same way he viewed her sometimes.

“S-so, what's she like?" Malik asked. He was a thin grey-furred wolf with a pair of piercing red eyes. He looked intimidating, but compared to Aesha, he was a whistle compared to a deep dragon's roar.

“My sister?" Aesha replied, her voice slightly ephemeral. She was a magical being, with powers that could warp Malik into whatever she wanted on a moment's notice. This was their relationship; A network of landmines placed by her unwittingly. It wasn't hard for Malik to do something to push her to unnecessarily and unfairly punish him. And he was, like it or not, sort of a glutton for punishment.

“Yeah. Is she… magic, like you?" He asked nervously. He was trying to avoid irritating her too much, but they'd been driving into the wilderness for a long time now. Malik wasn't really sure how to word his question.

“Yeah, she's a wendigo like me… Why do you ask?" Aesha replied curiously. Her glowing eyes traced her partner's shape in the mirror for just a moment, before her attention returned to the road. For all the powerful things she could do when she was passionate, Aesha wasn't capable of teleportation.

Malik shuddered at the thought of meeting another Aesha. The idea that there could be two women, equally as cruel and as eager to ruin him as her, already brought foul ideas to his mind. He tried to suffocate them before any symptom of his errant thought passed over his muzzle.

“You went quiet. Is there something you're afraid of telling me?" Aesha asked, her tone a little more inquisitive as she turned around a tight corner. Her long feminine hands wrapped tightly around the steering wheel, as she flicked an eye to peer at her canine boyfriend.

The wolven anthromorph gulped hard. “Uh, n-no, I just. I don't think you've told me about your sister before," He stuttered.

“Hm, right…" She tutted. As they drove through the mountains, the sun began to set but still Aesha did not stop.

“Did you remember to bring the chocolates?" Malik's wendigo partner asked as he wearily rubbed his eyes.

“Mmnf, what?" He groggily muttered.

“I said, did you bring the chocolates?" Aesha asked again, persistently.

“W-what, what chocolate? You never mentioned this bef-" Malik was cut off by Aesha replying in an enraged tone,

“WHAT?! If we don't bring her some chocolates, she'll turn us both into her playthings! You idiot! I guess I'll have to transform you into a suitible tribute." Aesha growled as she slowed their red hatchback to a halt along the side of the highway. It was pitch black outside, but thanks to his night vision, Malik could see a decent distance in grey and white hues. They were in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by steep mountain sides and pine trees, brush and wilderness.

Aesha's night vision was considerably better than her partner's, but she kept that secret to herself. Along with another as she deviously and deftly scrambled and undid her seatbelt, her hands reaching for Malik's shoulders as her eyes glowed a bright and eerie hue of blueish green.

“W-wait, yo-you're not really going to-" Malik stammered, gawking as her cold gentle fingers traced his jaws. Her touch was suffused with her power, the faint tingly sensation of it flowing into his body was familiar and intimate, gentle and yet obliterating simultaneously.

The unmistakable aroma of her magic filled the car with the smells of decay, fall and mushrooms. The earthy scent suffused Malik as he gasped an apology, but it was too late! Aesha's nature magic was already weaving itself into his flesh, already changing him on an impercievable level. The gentle tingling spreading across his chest had moved to his extremities. Aesha hummed eerily as her controlled lust improved the intensity of her spell, warping her partner's physical body into a cheap milk-chocolate mockery in her mind's eye. Soon, her control of the occult power would render her vision into reality.

“Ah, w-wait, Aesha! Please, i-if you do this, it could take months to recover!" Malik blurted out in an attempt to thwart his girlfriend's sudden desire. Malik wasn't really afraid of being turned into chocolate by his beloved…

After all, Aesha had a talent for bringing him back every time and had recently improved her control, allowing her to recover from returning Malik to normal much faster. The words he said were more a plea that showcased his desperation rather than a proper call for reasoning,

But as he went to speak again, he found himself at odds with his own body. Malik's chest didn't heave. He was frozen. Gawking, he stared at Aesha in a mixture of shock and arousal as her magic permeated his body. His fur matted to his skin, flattening into a coating of milk chocolate. Internally, something similar happened. Flesh and organs reduced to molten chocolate, spilling otuwards to fill limbs, thinning out. Malik could barely shudder at the sensation. Aesha hurriedly tore off his shirt, then pulled his pants off his paralyzed ass, undoing her partner's seatbelt in the process.

Now naked, it was plain to see how fast the transformation was progressing. Already, Malik's dirty grey fur marred with darker grey horizontal stripes was turned a simple uniform shade of brown. He was faintly glossy, arms and legs stuck out in the same position they'd been in when Aesha pounced on him, her hands caressing his face and kickstarting the transformation.

Malik could feel himself growing stiffer, simpler in complexity… Already, he was hollow internally. He could feel this big void, filling his chest and legs and arms. He was just chocolate, solidifying and changing. His clothes sat in a heap at the base of the chair, keeping his hindpaws off the floor of the hatchback.

“Mmm, you look so tasty! I don't know if I give you up to her…" Aesha sneered, cackling as her magic enveloped her four dull brown eyes, gleaming with the eerie blue-green mana Malik was so used to seeing from her! All the same, it was a frightening visage. Her face was a mask of bone, like a coyote's skull. The back of her head was brown and fluffy with dark hazel fur, a pair of small buck's antlers sprouted from her boney white forehead. The darkness outside and the light glow of her magic illuminated her skull-like face, as she gingerly licked his smooth chocolate snout. The warmth and saliva caused a bit of the surface chocolate to deform and melt, the sensation oddly ticklish and pleasant.

While Malik's solid chocolate eyes weren't functional, all the same her kind magic allowed him to enjoy certain privileges that objects weren't typically capable of enjoying. Sight, hearing, taste, smell. He was capable of all four and touch, despite being a hollow figure made of chocolate. The sensation of his melting chocolate dripping across his frozen muzzle felt inexplicably pleasurable, especially knowing she could easily do the same to any part of him, like this. He wondered if his girlfriend even had the willpower to resist the urge to devour him, or if she'd be gobbling him up in a few seconds. Either way, the possibility was exciting and all Malik could think about as she loomed above him, antlers jabbing into the fabric ceiling of the hatchback.

Aesha loomed over her partner, his diminutive chocolate form shuddering as it shrank a little. “I think I want you to be a little more… bite-sized!" Aesha remarked as she stroked his bare chest. Her warm finger pad left a streaking mark, the warmth melting the chocolate between the edible wolf statue's smooth brown pecs. They were complete with slightly simplified versions of his nipples. She licked her long tongue across the toothy tusk on her boney jaw, her four eyes taking in every bit of his changing body.

Malik was no stranger to shrinking by now, but all the same it was always as fun as the first time! He was especially fond of seeing the world around him suddenly grow much larger. Seeing the world from below was always mind-boggling. The scale of the hatchback seat seemed immense, like a rolling plain of fibers. He was no larger than an action figure or some kind of doll, but it seemed Aesha's mind was on a roll with creative ideas.

“Mm, you're cute like this…" Aesha said with an eerie giggle as she picked him up and flipped him around in her hand. He was still in the same seated position, awe on his frozen face.

“Let's change you into something a little cuter, though." Aesha said with a sinister snicker. Malik felt his chocolate body begin to melt in her hands, dripping and pooling into her palms as his form melted away, reducing the wolf into a puddle of brown sludge, magically held aloft as she began to mould him to her vision.

He was being reshaped in such a way, it was impossible to tell foot from hand, toe from tongue, ear from ankle. Malik was lost in the bliss of his formlessness for a few moments, as Aesha's magic reformed him into a small, featureless, wolf-shaped chocolate. Hollow, simple. Aesha reached down and grabbed his discarded shirt. With a flap of the fabric and a crackle of magical energy, it was reformed into a simple sheet of tinfoil. It featured a likeness of Malik's appearance. With a little flick, the sheet wrapped itself perfectly around the feral wolf chocolate, giving Malik a cute smiling expression and his usual details back.

“Mmm, Minerva's gonna love you. If I don't eat you myself!" Aesha said with a ghastly cackle. Her body was feminine, she even had human-like feet with clawed toes and human-like hands, despite the deep grey fur that covered her shoulders, chest, arms and legs. Her horns scraped against the ceiling of the car as she pulled herself back into her seat, handling the small foil-wrapped chocolate wolf as he adjusted to his new senses. The foil kept his body from melting upon direct contact with his girlfriend's warm hands, but still it permeated through the thin metal. Moments like this were what Malik loved most about Aesha. The way she'd sometimes idly toy with him. Domineering over him so absolutely…

I really hope she doesn't eat me again! Malik nervously thought as he was wriggled around in Aesha's hand. She had a love of turning him into particularly cheap and breakable versions of things, but it was a shared passion in a way. As much as he denied it, Malik did love what she was capable of doing to him… Being reduced to a chocolate wasn't the worst thing he'd ever been.

“Mmm, you know… I do have to save you for my sister. But, you know…" Aesha huffed in a way she only did when she was particularly aroused. Her magic was always strongest when she had her whole heart in it, and Malik was worried she would go too far again. He wasn't sure how long it'd been since the last time she'd totally ruined him, but each time she brought him back, she always seemed lethargic and grouchy for a few days.

Malik couldn't help but be struck by the image of himself caught in a rearview mirror. Tiny, hand-held. A simple wrinkly foil-coated chocolate wolf, that resembled a cartoonish version of him. The idea that his identity was just a wrapping only turned him on more, as Aesha's fingers began to tug on the wrapper covering Malik's belly.

“I've always wanted to do this…" Aesha almost moaned as she peeled the tender foil, exposing the chocolate beneath it.

Oh, no! If she eats me, I'll miss out on meeting Minerva! C'mon, don't do this… Malik thought, worried that he might leave a bad impression on Aesha's sister if he wound up belly fat before he even met her.

Aesha's intentions became obvious when she slipped out of the tight-fitting jean short-shorts she'd worn the whole trip, her white panties going along with them. Malik was helpless, just an object to be toyed with in his girlfriend's hand as she peeled away more and more of his wrapper, exposing his vulnerable chocolate body.

She's so huge, her face is like a giant scary mountain entrance up-close! Malik thought, her warm hands enshrining him with warmth and threatening to melt him. They confined him despite his immobility, the digits put together like a fleshy pallisade. He'd shake in fear if he wasn't a treat, unable to move.

She didn't hesitate, too driven by her lust to think clearly about what she was doing. She pressed the smooth chocolate wolf head against the lips of her sex, the heat radiating off it enough to warm Malik's face to melting point in a matter of seconds.

Oh, no! This is hot… Literally, I'm melting! Malik thought, unable to prevent Aesha from doing whatever she wanted to him. The sensation made him panic as his face rubbed deeper into her taint, the warmth and natural lubrication intensifying to the point that his whole body began to dribble and melt in her hand as she used him like a cheap toy.

“Mmmnf, I love using you so much, Malik! You're so cute like this. Pretty soon, you'll be just a melted mess. Mnnff, feels so fucking good!" Aesha groaned in euphoria, huffing as she plunged the chocolate wolf deeper into her sex, gasping as she came suddenly. The intense warmth was quickly melting away the little treat's upper half. Malik's head had gone first, melting away and spread across her fluffy thighs as she plunged him deeper still.

The melting of his hollow head had done some serious damage to Malik's coherence, reducing his thoughts to a sloppy mess of horny thoughts and confused half-developed sentences. Aesha was quite aware of the change, able to mtaintain a connection to her partner's mind through her magic suffusing him.

Nnnfff, not last much longer… Mmnnrffff, melt me more please!

“Really? You want me to devour you? Are you so sure about that, my little treat?" Aesha asked her little mostly-gone melted wolf.

Yes, mmnrnfff… please, eat me if you like, I'm yours, please… mmnrggfff, can't think, so warm, so tasty… eat me, please! Won't you eat me? Malik whimpered.

“You'd love that, wouldn't you?" She snickered, watching a dribble of chocolate pour across her palm, then her forearm. The idea of just letting him melt away in her hand was on her mind.

Yes! Mmnnrfff… c-can't focus, so melty… Mmnrff, please!

“Until I met you, I've never had chocolate so eagerly beg me to eat it…" Aesha thought aloud as she flipped the molten mess of the feral chocolate wolf's hind quarters in her hand. Her tongue licked her cheeks in anticipation.

Please, mnnrff… mind, fading… can't think, please, eat me! Malik theatrically pleaded, enough to tease his hungry partner.

The surge of arousal urged her to comply, her snicker breaking as her maw parted. She tossed the lower half of the chocolate into her maw, chewing it apart. The chocolate crunched into pieces, melted and merged with her saliva. Her tongue pushed and prodded the chocolate mush until it was indiscernible, just a shuddering puddle of chocolate in her mouth.

Malik's thoughts melted away as the last piece of intact chocolate melted and slipped down Aesha's throat as she swallowed the delicious chocolate.

A gentle chiming musical tune blared from Aesha's phone, stirring Malik awake.

What the, where am I? Malik thought, his mind booting up slowly. He was sure he was just dreaming, but it was an oddly vivid dream. He'd been playing with Aesha in their hatchback on the side of a road, but the details were foggy.

His body twitched strangely. The pungent aroma of Aesha's sweaty feet caught his attention. Then, he realized…

I, can't move? Malik pondered for just a second.

He wasn't just stuck, he was somehow… embedded in something? He felt like he was 'planted' on something, and whatever it was, moved gently, moving him with it. The smell of his girlfriend's feet was nutty and pungent, like he was right up against one. Still, Malik's mind struggled to put together the foggy pieces.

“Mmmnf, is it the morning already?" Aesha moaned as she stirred awake, momentarily running her hands across her chest, then her blanket.

I can't speak, either. What happened last night? Malik thought nervously, worried as he felt the surface he was on flex and push against the plush surface of a warm blanket.

“Oh, you're awake! Sorry, Malik… I got a little carried away last night and um… I devoured you. But don't worry! I was able to use your essence to manifest you on my foot as a cute little tattoo, since you like it down there so much!" Aesha teased with a groggy snicker.

What? Malik thought, still trying to understand what his partner had just told him. She opened a flap of her tent and let the crisp cool air and bright sunlight pour in.

Malik was nothing more than a heiroglyphic-like tattoo of himself, spread from the ball of Aesha's right foot to the heel of it. His nervous expression stuck on his silly 2-D face. Aesha stroked the wrinkly sole he was plastered on, struck by the sensation of her finger tickling herself and him as a result.

“Doesn't that feel nice? Hehe! Don't worry, I'm sure Minerva will help me turn you back. Oh, and… Sorry for lying. I was fibbing about her needing chocolate, you know." Aesha teased as she stood up, smothering Malik against the silky material of the tent. He felt all of the pressure of her weight on him, crushing him beneath her sweaty, silky sole and the odd texture of the tent's tarp-like flooring. Each step flooded Malik with pleasure; a hallmark of his girlfriend's magic. Certain stimuli that couldn't be easily compatible with his mind was interpreted as pleasure more often than not, and being reduced to a tattoo on her foot was certainly leading to a lot of unusual stimulation!

It was odd. Being 'part' of his girlfriend's foot was a whole new perspective, but not wholly new. Malik had lingering memories, more muscle memory than real memory. Of a past incident. Being worn on her feet until he was too far gone to think of himself as anything else. It was amazing, frightening but intolerably hot.

Being little more than cells filled with ink on Aesha's sole was as far as she'd ever gone before, really. Malik wasn't even sure if he could be turned back. His essence, everything he was; Essentially, his soul… It was just ink, now. Ink that he was made from. The sensations were entirely different to being a sock. As a sock, Malik felt himself wrapped around her sole. Feeling the pressure and slip-up of her sweaty toes rubbing against his simple insides. But being a tat on her foot was much different. He could feel every scrunch of her flesh, like he was part of it. It felt as if he was sweaty, but it was her sweat soaking him.

It only took Aesha four steps to derail Malik's thoughts.

Every step felt as if it flattened him even further, every step making his molecules of essence squish gently beneath her weight. He didn't even notice that he'd started to sniff.

Being a tattoo, Malik had very limited mobility and autonomy. He couldn't really move. He was cells filled with ink on her foot. But his tattoo self was capable of some actions, limited movements. Limited thoughts. As much as magically preserved essence could think, could move. His nose was just a few inked-in lines, but all the same it moved with the perverse need to draw in the aroma of his girlfriend's sweaty feet. Like some unconscious part of his own essence was begging him to inhale that musky, nutty scent.

Aesha paused, raising her foot to glance down at the silly tattoo. Malik's flattened, sideways-facing head was still idly sniffing.

“Look at that, so addicted to the smell of my feet that you can't help but sniff while stuck on my foot?" Malik teased with a snicker, reaching down to idly tickle the boyfriend-shaped tattoo's crotch. The ticklish sensation was arousing, but far from the pleasure and action necessary to please Malik. It was foreign, like a fingernail itching some dry skin rather than any sort of intentional gesture to stir arousal. The indignity and teasing was enough to draw out a flustered apology from Malik.

Sorry! He thought, a nervous smile on his flat muzzle.

With another step, Malik's thoughts felt like they scrambled. Sorry!

“You don't have to apologise, you're my tattoo." She muttered, sounding faintly irritated as she stroked her sole.

Sorry! He repeated, sniffing non-stop. The aroma was so addicting. He was literally part of her foot, but somehow Malik wanted to be closer.

Aesha slipped her feet into a pair of thick woollen socks and a well-worn pair of hiking boots. It was bound to be a long hike if she had to put up with him apologising and sniffing her foot constantly. An idea came to her as she giggled at the noise and sensation of her partner apologising and sniffing again and again.

“Okay, that's enough! You need to stop apologising, you've done nothing wrong." Aesha growled.

Sorry! Malik replied, sniffing again. He couldn't stop himself, it was so embarrassing…

“That's it. Let's make it a little harder for you to apologise, hm!" Aesha snapped, throwing all her weight onto her one foot. The rank sweaty smell of her sole mixed with the intense pressure of her weight plastering him across her sole certainly did the trick!

“There, how's that feel? Probably a little harder to apologise when your brain's so flat." Aesha snickered as she listened to hear him. Just a sniff, then another. Malik was too flat-brained to think about anything other than the smell of her foot, now. She sighed in relief and carried on, taking wide strides up the forest path towards the distant mountaintop.

The hike to Minerva was lengthy and perilous. As Aesha skirted a deep plunge off a cliffside to reach the slim trail her sister had left for her to follow, her boyfriend's muted apologies and sniffs continued.

By the time her four hazel eyes caught a glimpse of the flickering orange flame of her sister's camp, the sun had long dipped below the mountainous horizon. Her socks were soaked with sweat, her soles tired and her stomach grumbling.

Minerva sat on a large fallen tree, dragged closer to her campfire. She'd chosen a fairly large clearing, based on some rocky ground. The female wendigo was very similar in appearance to Aesha.

Four wolf-like ears, flicking from the sides of her head. Her face was a harrowing shape that mimicked a buck's skull, elongated and pale. A rack of sprouted from her narrow head, too. A different pair of antlers that were a little more straight and almost caribou-like, compared to the rack on Aesha's crown.

Her mane was a dusky bluish-grey, rather than the autumnal brown of Aesha's. Minerva's coat was silvery white. Her four eyes a tarry black, glittering with the light from the fire as she glanced up at her sister's arrival.

Minerva wore a simple blouse of brown fabric, and a pair of khaki shorts that covered most of her thighs, but revealed her silvery furry knees. She didn't wear socks or shoes, her pale feet scrunching in the firelight, as she sighed and welcomed her sibling.

“Glad you could finally make it. I thought you'd be here sooner, what took you so long?" Minerva asked, her voice a little gravelly but just as echo-y as Aesha's.

Malik's concentration had long broken. Being surrounded by the soaking fabric of her socks and the pungent aroma of her foot sweat, Malik had become utterly immersed in his new role as her foot tattoo. Little reason arose to think of anything else, and with such little autonomy, the living ink hardly minded its current position under her sole.

Aesha huffed as she sat her bubbly ass down on the log next to her sister. Minerva was the same age, but not identical by any means. She was a little bigger, a little more muscular. Aesha had always wanted to be more like her sister when she was young. Minerva had come into her magical powers sooner than her. She'd also been taken more seriously by her parents, thanks to her strength and confidence in herself.

“I thought you said you were bringing your boyfriend?" Aesha said as she pulled off her foot boot, setting it down in a mess of leaves and twigs still attached to the fallen tree the two wendigo women used as a seat.

“Mmm, I was going to. I caught him sending nudes to some other woman a few states away." Minerva grumbled, her eyes gazing up at the starry night. The lack of light gave a clear glimpse into the beautiful expansive above.

“You know, I could ask you the same thing. Didn't you say you were bringing Malik with you?" Minerva asked, her head cocked to one side as she idly stroked one of her antlers. Minerva's fluffy silvery-grey shoulders were far broader than Aesha's, too.

Aesha snickered as she tore off her other boot, in some attempt to hide her exhaustion from the lengthy hike. Minerva peered at her curiously. “What, did you finally break that twig?"

Minerva's sister laughed heartily. “No, no… Well, sort-of. I've broken him a few times, but that's the thing, sister… I can't help but love him. He's like my own, personal plaything. And he loves it!"

Aesha's sibling rolled all four of her eyes, blinking a few times as she stared down at her sibling's socked feet.

“Your feet absolutely reek." Minerva grumbled. “So, how did you break him this time?"

She peeled a sock off her right foot, still glistening with sweat. The plush tan sole featured Malik's flattened likeness, a simplified heiroglyphic of the naked grey wolf, nose still twitching in some vein attempt to sniff. Minerva cringed at the smell but snickered dryly.

Malik was suddenly reminded of the fact that he was something more than the surface of his girlfriend's foot. Without the crushing pressure and abyssal darkness of her boot, the living tattoo was suddenly able to see from the perspective of her sole. The flickering fire. The shape of Aesha's more muscular and silvery-grey furred sibling, reaching a clawed finger down to compare the size of her digits to the size of him.

Digesting Malik had largely decreased the amount of essence Aesha had to work with. Which meant returning him to his usual size would be significantly difficult. At least, without the help of someone as talented as her sister.

She couldn't help but giggle as Minerva's clawed finger tickled her wrinkly tan sole. Her index finger stretched against her soft ticklish sole. Proving to the trio that Malik was no larger than a couple of inches.

“He's barely bigger than my finger! Heheheh, and look at that blush on him! Such an adorably tiny pet, you've become…" Minerva teased Malik.

Being observed while stuck this way was so strangely humiliating and yet, deeply arousing. Malik was thankful his form lacked the same reactivity of his old body, no boner to give away his feelings sprang from his groin.

There was something off about her demeanor, though. Malik was nervous about her.

“Let me guess… This wasn't intentional?" Minerva asked Aesha promptly. She blushed and gulped.

“I, um. Was playing with him, like I usually do and I got a little carried away…"

“Well, this is certainly something. Look at him, he's so tiny! Aren't you just the funniest little plaything, trapped on my sister's foot? I could so easily take that essence of yours and weave it into something else. Maybe a pen, or perhaps a nail file. Wouldn't that be fun?" Minerva teased, giggling sinisterly as she teased the living tattoo.

The blushing heiroglyphic could do little to contain his embarrassment, blushing visibly as Minerva's four half-lidded black eyes traced his shape. Her visage was only slightly more frightening than her sister's.

“So, you drained his essence and sealed him in your own flesh as a tattoo… This certainly is no accident. You've been using your powers to pleasure yourself again, haven't you?" Minerva said, tilting her head towards Aesha's direction.

Malik couldn't help but be an impartial observer to the brief conflict.

“Well… Y-yeah, I couldn't let him fade! And what business is it to you, what did you do to your boyfriend?" Aesha grumbled back.

For a moment, Minerva's jaw parted as she pulled back, seemingly stunned by her sister. Then, she laughed.

“First off, what I did to my ex boyfriend is totally different to what you've done to your current boyfriend. Our powers aren't just toys, you know." Minerva growled lowly.

Aesha gulped as she scrunched her foot. Malik couldn't do much more than weakly wriggle as her soft sweaty skin wrinkled and rubbed him against himself.

“But," she sighed. “I admit, this is pretty impressive work… I mean, just look at him! Before I give you some help restoring him, why don't we have a little bit of fun?" Minerva snickered as she raised her own foot up towards Aesha's.

Aesha giggled, “You're such a tease! You had me going, thinking you were mad at me." She planted her sweaty right sole against Minerva's fairly larger and cooler, clammy sole. Malik was without words, lost between the two plush soles and certainly not anticipating this!

“Mmmn, you know… I have a way we could make this a little more fun. Do you mind if I, ah… 'endow' your boy-tat?" Minerva said with a sly snicker, pulling her foot away from Aesha's. Some dirt had clung to her sole and marred Malik's static tattoo form, leaving Malik feeling a little dirty.

“Mm, what did you have in mind?" Aesha responded curiously. Her sister giggled. “Let me show you…" She said as she reached her index finger towards Malik's flat crotch. With a gentle poke, the simple cartoony squiggle indicating a tuft of fur faded, a tiny miniscule likeness of Malik's cock and balls emerged from the surface of her sister's wrinkly sole.

What's happening? What did your sister just do to me? Why does it feel so… so cold? Malik thought nervously, his peen shrivelling in the cool air. His nose sniffed instinctively, the aroma causing his shaft to spontaneously harden.

“Look at that! You weren't kidding, he's got a secret kink for being your plaything, doesn't he?" Minerva teased as Aesha inspected her tattoo. Her fingers slid down, stroking Malik's flattened arms and face ticklishly, before reaching down to stroke the miniscule genitals on her sole. Malik mentally moaned in bliss as his shaft dribbled a nigh-impercievable amount of pre-cum.

“I'd like to take this chance to test his loyalty… If he's a good pet, maybe I'll reward it." Minerva said with a smirk. Aesha played coy but nodded eagerly.

Malik couldn't believe what was happening, his mind swimming in euphoria as he felt his girlfriend's sister press her large, meaty sole against him again. The friction of her smooth sole pressing against his girlfriend's sole was incredible, his shaft spurting tiny little droplets of pre-cum feebly as her foot smeared the liquid against his face, his chest. Mixed with the sweat and dirt clinging to the two wendigo's groovy feet, the wolf-turned-tattoo was utterly filthy with just a few seconds of being pressed between their soles.

Nnnff, can't handle it much longer! Malik thought, his shaft rolling around and pressed under the ball of Minerva's foot. It had a pungent piney scent tinged with a bit of a vinegar-y punch, but soon that was too much to think about. His shaft twitched closer and closer to orgasm. Lost to the intense stimulation, Malik's mind blanked as he climaxed. His cock pulsing with blinding euphoria as it sputtered a meagre load.

“Well, that was easy…" Minerva said with a sigh. “Are you sure it's a loyal pet?" She added, squinting at Aesha.

“Sister… He's been stuck as my little tattoo all day. You only just now let him have the ability to experience relief, of course it'd be easy." Aesha chided with a snicker.

“Fair, I suppose you're right." Minerva sighed. “What if I want to have a go with it?"

Malik couldn't help but blush at how lewd Minerva was.

“He's mine!" Aesha shrieked. Malik was a little surprised that his girlfriend was so defensive of him, but it was pleasant to see her stick up for him.

Minerva chuckled. “I'm sorry, I guess I went a bit far with that joke. Look… I went overboard with what I did to my ex. It's just a mindless pair of panties now, not even anything left to rejuvinate. So, even if I wanted to use him as a toy tonight… there's no way I could transform it again. Please, you don't mind sharing him with me, do you?"

Aesha gawked. “What? You… want me to share my boyfriend with you?"

“Boy-toy," Minerva corrected snidely. “And besides, you need my help to rejuvenate him, don't you?"

Aesha sighed. “I guess you are right about that… So, what then… You want to turn him into a dildo for the night, or something?"

Minerva snickered. “No, sister. Why would I be so selfish? He can be our toy for tonight."

I don't know if I'll be any good at that… This is so absurd, I can't believe she wants to use me! Malik anxiously thought, stuck as little more than an observer to the conversation at hand.

“Fine, but let's get him out my foot already!" Aesha replied.

Minerva's magic had a faint autumnal glow, like the dim orange light of dawn pouring through her hands in an oddly eerie way. It combined with the dull blue-green glow of Aesha's, as their magic wove together, doubling it's strength and arcing like lightning from Aesha's sole to the two female wendigos.

The wind whirled around them, feathery tendrils of nature magic lashing back and forth as Aesha and Minerva began to extract Malik's essence. He could feel himself pulled from his girlfriend's sole, ink infused with two immense walls of magical energy, stretching and warping, recreating and reforming. The scent of a brisk fall wind washed across the clearing as Malik gently dropped to the cool rocky ground, not far from the roaring campfire.

Malik's mind whirled. His whole body felt heavy, numb and tingly at the same time. He put his head in his hands, touching his snout, stroking his ears, touching his tail. It all felt familiar but not the same at the same time. He whimpered without thinking, an unspoken desire to remain on his girlfriend's foot lingering on his mind as Minerva looked him over. He was naked, his dark grey fur a little mottled with dampness. He reeked of Aesha and Minerva's feet.

“Yuck, it still stinks like feet. I guess I shouldn't be all that surprised…" Minerva huffed. She raised her hand in a prompt gesture, a whirl of dull orange light illuminated Malik's naked fluffy body for a second, absorbing and trapping the unpleasant aroma and replacing it with the fresh scent of fall.

Aesha giggled at Malik's reaction, then gently patted his head, trailing her hand down to stroke his muzzle. Malik whined but peered at her with more affection in his eyes. “What's going to happen to me now?" He asked, barely hiding his excitement. His long bushy grey tail was wagging normally again. Aesha thought it was a shame, she always found it extra exciting when Malik remained a thing for so long, he forgot little bits of how to behave as himself. Although she was glad he was back to his usual self. It meant she had more to take away.

“You'll see. I think you'll enjoy yourself. But uh, it'll be another rough one for that noggin of yours." Aesha said with a giggle.

Malik blushed as Minerva approached him. Her magic flowed across her breasts as she pulled off her clothes, revealing her ample bosom and lithe chest. Tendrils of orange magic and spectral maple leaves floated across her naked bluish-silvery furred chest. Her breasts shrank away, forming into muscular pecs. Her nipples flattened out, her neck thickened with ropey muscle. Her jaw grew wider, the head of the wendigo growing more masculine. Her rack grew significantly larger, and her body swelled with muscle in intense pulses of bright orange magic.

“See, my dear sister doesn't always use her magic to it's fullest… She neglects the power to change her own form. This is what a real man looks like, Malik." Minerva teased, stroking her enormous foot-long schlong as it stiffened, barely raising as it was so hefty it just drooled pre-cum between her thick thighs.

The aroma of her musk was heady, Malik noted as his nostrils widened and caught wind of the scent. He shook his head and whimpered again, as Aesha stroked his chin.

“You might be right about that, Minerva… But my talent for sculpting others is unparalleled!" Aesha teased as Malik gasped and shuddered in pleasure, suddenly feeling his interior turning to air and vinyl. He was being hollowed out, reshaped by her gentle touch. The blueish green ephemeral streams of light woven in and out of his body like spectral fireflies, altering Malik as swiftly as he'd been returned to his usual self.

“Nnf, nnooh annn-ann!" Malik whimpered as his lips stretched into a cylindrical shape. Drool dribbled out of his open maw as his fur flattened, taking on a sleek and gleaming appearance. Seams spread across his torso, a pair of puffy mock-breasts growing from the plastic hollow chest of the swiftly-changing wolf.

“Just relax and enjoy yourself, dear. I'm really curious to see how long you'll last between us!" Aesha teased as she focussed her magic on herself. Malik slumped to the ground as his hollow body grew too taut to let him touch himself anymore, eyes becoming painted-on decals as his arms stretched out to hug whoever would use him. A cheap female wolf doll, in his likeness.

The shadows of the two wendigos shifted as Aesha herself utilized her magic to change herself, her modest perky breasts shrinking and swelling as her lithe shoulders broadened, Malik's girlfriend's silhouette shifting into a ropey muscular form that bore the same fur pattern and general appearance of his girlfriend despite the masculine details.

Malik squirmed on the floor as his hollow body shrank and squirked, struggling to move as his puffy air-filled limbs stiffly squeaked. His sex was still life-like, dangling and twitching between his hollow legs as Aesha's masculine handpaw reached down, gingerly stroking it before imbuing it with her mana.

Malik shuddered as his whole body stiffened tightly, filled with air and arousal. With a tingle poke, the tip of his cock pushed into itself, dimpling it like a piece of plastic. His vinyl body shuddered, puffy seam-covered air-filled limbs wriggling noisily as his girlfriend pushed his sex into his vinyl groin. His balls joined in, and with her touch, the inverted sex began to reform, squishing against itself and squeaking as it formed into a wanting plastic hole.

“Mmmnf, I'll need to make this a little larger to fit us… Rhhff, you're going to make us sooo happy, my little toy." Aesha teased in a masculine voice, snickering as he slipped a few fingers into the new orifice.

Malik's voice came from an unseen speaker on his back, his voice growing shrill and feminine with Aesha's lust-fuelled magic coursing through his plastic body. “Nnnff, no, I-I'm not-"

His voice cut out for a moment, static overwhelming his voice and replacing it with a distinctly more feminine voice as Aesha's fingers plunged into the toy's sex, stretching it open and into an increasingly wider and more accommodating plastic hole, filled with a silicone interior suitably ribbed for any user's pleasure.

Malik's thoughts dissolved into pleasure for a few moments as he moaned about how happy he was to be a doll, feeling her new plastic orifice stretch and drool lubricant in anticipation of it's use.

“Mmmnf, what a talented sculpture you are… Did you intend for it to come out so cheap?" Minerva growled, her male voice significantly more gravelly than before. Her masculine form moved swiftly, grabbing the inflatable wolf-girl toy off the ground by it's air-filled neck. Malik's printed-on face wobbled from side to side, as the speaker on the doll emitted the altered voice of the toy.

“Please use me! I'm a good toy!"

“Don't mind if we do... You look good like this." Minerva snarled, before flipping the doll upside-down. Malik's plastic muzzle dangled an inch from the gravelly ground, his girlfriend-turned-boyfriend approaching by campfire light, his muscular hands gingerly squeezing Malik's air-filled head.

“MMmmnnf, we'll make great use of you, toy." Aesha teased, stroking the toy's goofy blushing half-lidded face. A scratch too generous would likely damage the cheap decals that made up the puffy fuck-doll's horny expression.

With the doll drooling lubricant from both ends, it wasn't hard for the two rock-hard wendigo weens to find their marks. The two muscular wendigos stuffing Malik's holes with their throbbing erections bellowed in bliss, howling as they spitroasted the poor toy.

The salty taste of Aesha's rod plunging in and out of its orifice mouth coupled with the sensation of the two large rods plunging in and out of its mouth and ass felt intense, pleasure and bliss making all but the simplest horny thoughts surface in the airhead's mind.

“S-So happy to be useful! T-Thanks for using me!" The speaker crackled as Malik's feminized voice emitted from it. Aesha and Minerva huffed as they went to town on the doll, giving in to the easy pleasure of thrusting into the doll's orifices. The welcoming holes were tight and felt responsive, squeezing around their enormous rods as they used the toy senselessly.

Minerva wiped drool from her jaws as the doll's shrill voice moaned about how happy it was to serve its owners. “Mmmnrfff… Put him back together, just to tear him apart. I can see why you like this dork." The buff wendigo growled, snickering as Aesha pumped her meaty cock in and out of the toy's head, ignorant to how close her claws were to puncturing the toy's air-filled head.

Malik couldn't care about how close it was to popping, far too enamoured with the sensation of being used like a cheap fleshlight by its owner, only to feel the cock inside it's mouth throb and pulse out of control.

Aesha pulled out and nearly collapsed, his meaty erection spurting jet after jet of creamy, thick and supernaturally fertile sperm all across the cheap sex doll's plastic head, across it's simplified body. It's tail hole drooled Minerva's load, as she sat on a nearby log and recovered from her intense orgasm.

The fire dimly crackled.

The two of them panted, sweaty and filthy from the heavy use of the doll. Malik himself splayed out across the log, cum oozing out of its orifices. Must resist… nnfff, so used… Ahhh, if they keep going all night I might not make it… MMppfff, if her sister really turned her ex into panties irreversibly, what's stopping her from doing the same to me, or to Aesha? Mmnnff, I can't focus like this… must resist…

Malik's speaker sparked to life, reiterating yet again how grateful it was that Minerva and Aesha stopped when they did. Malik retained a good amount of his mind, although the usage had certainly made it harder to think clearly. The doll hardly even realized how quickly it had adapted to the mindset of a needy sex toy.

“Hmmm… Maybe we should remove its ability to speak." Aesha loudly considered, chuckling at the faint whimpering noise that came from the well-used toy's speaker.

The doll's speaker added, “Please, I don't think I'll be able to keep this up all night!"

“Mm, no way. I love hearing it go nuts when we use it! C'mon, I wanna turn your boyfriend into a cuumdumpster!" Minerva said as they got up from the seat, grabbing the doll from the other side. She ignored it's pleas, snickering as Malik's mind rushed with worry and arousal.

No! Mmnfff, if she wears down Aesha too much, she won't be able to turn me back… I'll be stuck as their fuck doll forever! Malik thought, summoning the last ounce of resistance he had to hopefully resist the next couple of uses.

“Fine, fine… I won't shut off the speaker. Mm, but I have an idea… You've always been better at self-improvement spells, perhaps you could set us up with a couple of eh, lewd enhancements?" Aesha asked her sister, an eerie smile on her face. Her sibling nodded in agreence.

With the enchanting of a couple of powerful spells, the duo of muscular wendigo men were infused with horny enhancements to improve their lust, virility and to utterly delete their refractory periods. Now, the two lust-struck men could plow their toy apart if they so desired! Naturally, the process also dimmed their minds somewhat. A strange side effect of the induced lust, that Malik initially feared would lead to trouble.

Trouble came in the form of non-stop use. Fear and concern broke into weak whimpers of lust that soon turned to blissed-out affirmations. Aesha and Minerva only grew more feverish in their lustfueled frenzy as their doll broke, soon begging for more rather than pleading with them to stop before they went too far. The two horny messes didn't cease their use of their toy just because it's whimpers turned to moans of lbiss

After hours of using their newfound enhancements to use the toy in every way imaginable, the two wendigo siblings eventually wore themselves out, slumping against the log as the fire smouldered out in the early hours of the morning.

“I'm… Good doll…" The cum-soaked speaker reminded its two half-asleep users. It was a crumpled mess of cum and its own tangled half-deflated limbs. It didn't even remember it's name.

“Good doll…" Aesha returned back, groggily stirring from her rest. She was struck by her own masculine voice and the raging erection between her legs, the intense scent of cum in the air reminding her of the night's escapades. It was early dawn.

“Ahhh, that was fun… But I've got to get back to my responsibilities." Minerva said with a tired sigh in a deep, masculine voice. They picked themselves up slowly, grimacing as they stepped in a puddle of jizz.

“Good… Toy…" The messy pile of doll and cum gargled from its speaker.

“Mmm, yeah… I'd love to share my toy with you more often, but uh… That was a lot! Heh. I might need some time to recover from today." Aesha replied, still in her own hunky masculine form. Aesha bent down and pried a few cum-covered valves open. With a soft hiss, the heavily-used doll groggily moaned as it began to deflate. Aesha's large and wide footpaw pressed down on the doll's chest, pushing the air out of the toy.

“Fair enough, sis. Anyway, it was nice catching up with you and your 'toyfriend', heheh! I hope we can spend some time together again. Maybe I'll come visit you and Malik." Minerva said with a snicker as she shifted back to her usual feminine form. With another swirl of magic, she cleaned herself of the night's fun and began to dress herself.

Malik's speaker went quiet for some time as the blissed-out and cum-soaked toy was flipped over repeatedly and shaken. A simple spell cast emulated soapy water rinsing out the doll's orifices, leaving it smelling fresh. The night's fun had left the toy's decals - eyes, 'lips', blush, and the dark grey stripes across the light grey doll's shell, somewhat damaged.

Aesha sighed as her large masculine hands folded Malik up and stuffed him into her bag, then changed herself back. It was a long night of fun that she'd ruminate on for some time, but for now she had a long hike back to their hatchback at the base of the mountain… She booped her toy's flattened nose.

“I'll see you back at basecamp, hon. Hope you're still in there." Aesha teased, before pulling the flap over her partner's crumpled, deflated face.