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What am I? Well, that’s not a question with an easy answer. Or at least, not an answer that’s easy to comprehend for mortal minds limited to a paltry four dimensions.

The quickest and most straightforward one is “a god”, but that’s kind of a loaded term, isn’t it? It has all sorts of connotations. But it’s not inaccurate, I suppose, from a certain point of view.

I know many things, but I am not all knowing. I possess great power, but I am not all powerful. And I certainly do not require worship in order to exist, though I mean, if anyone wants to worship me, I’m certainly not going to say no.

Most importantly, what I am is me, and I can be no more or less, and I am beholden to my nature. As I have told you before, I cannot simply exert my will upon a world just for shits and giggles.

However! If - hypothetically - an inhabitant of that world were to willingly and knowingly tilt the cosmic balance of that world further toward chaos, then that would be a different story.

But what are the odds of something like that happening?

That was a rhetorical question.

~*~

Lauren was in her bedroom, having just taken a very refreshing shower and was getting ready to go to bed after a very long and very exciting day, only to find a person in there, a beautiful woman (or at least, woman-shaped entity) whose features changed every time Lauren blinked or looked away, with the one constant being her bright golden eyes. Eyes that Lauren now shared and could not change no matter how hard she tried.

“It’s so nice to finally be able to talk to you face to face,” said the woman, who was lounging on Lauren’s bed, casually reading one of her imported comics, Ahegao Warrior Tentacle-Chan #17. “I have to say, I was very impressed with your work today. Especially the ice cream vendor! That was inspired, let me tell you. I’ll have to remember that one, it was very cute.”

Lauren stared at the woman, dead silent. In a day full of impossible things, she seemed to be the most impossible of them all, by sheer dint of her being. She rubbed her eyes and pinched her arm, and still the visitor was there, as real as she was, as real as all of the other impossible things.

“By all means, take your time,” she said, casually turning a page. “I understand, you’ve got a lot to process. I’m not in a hurry. This just started getting good. The Ghost Hand Gang have got Tentacle-Chan on the ropes and I don’t know how she’s going to get herself out of this one!”

“What are you? Who are you? How the hell did you get here?”

The woman smiled wide, tossing the comic aside as she stood up. “I’m so glad you asked. That means I get to do the thing.”

She made a theatrical gesture, and Lauren’s lights began to flicker, then go dark. It was pitch black, but those bright golden eyes shone like spot lights, and when she spoke again, her voice was deep and layered, with an ethereal reverb.

“To answer your questions in order… What am I? Oh, I have been many things, depending on who you ask. A coyote… a rabbit… a spider… a fox…”

And as she spoke each word, Lauren could see a ghostly image of the creature in question, each looking at her through those same sharp eyes.

“I am the known unknown, the spice of life! I am the last hope against the oppressive forces of normality. And as for who I am? Oh, I’ve had more names than faces! You people have called me Puck. Loki. Discordia.”

The lights flickered again, pulsing like a strobe, and when Lauren could see again, the woman was standing face to face with her, and had one hand on her chin, grinning ear to ear.

“But if I have to pick one? Then you can call me Eris, little human. And last but not least, you want to know how I got here? That one is simple. I am here because you let me in, and for that, you have my undying gratitude. And it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

The lights returned fully, and silence hung between them.

“Sorry if that was a bit much,” said Eris, releasing Lauren’s face. “But I am nothing if not a bit of a drama queen.”

Lauren stood there and stammered as Eris strode back over to her bed and sat down.

“And I thought it was time we had ourselves a bit of a chin-wag. But first thing’s first, would you like a moment to get changed?”

That was when Lauren looked down at herself and realized that she was still wearing a towel, and felt herself flush.

“There’s really no need to be embarrassed,” said Eris. “Would it make you feel better if I was naked too?” And when Lauren looked back up, she was just that, completely unabashed. Lauren yelped and covered her eyes.

She heard Eris scoff. “Really? You’re going to turn into a prude on me now? You turned your friend into a giant alien monster and watched her lay an egg out her mouth. Get with the program, would you?”

“That’s different!” said Lauren. “That was… none of that was… it’s not real, is it?”

Eris started to laugh again, a high-pitched, mad cackle. “Oh, what is reality but what the majority consensus decides it is? It looked real to you, didn’t it? It all felt real? Isn’t that real enough?”

Lauren glared at the woman. Eris sighed. “Fine, be that way. Straight answer, then. Yes, it was real. You’re not dreaming or hallucinating so secretly in a massive VR simulation that you for some reason don’t remember signing up for. It was all real and you made it happen. You’re welcome, by the way.”

“...You mean it’s all because of you? You gave me the power to do… all of the things I was doing?”

Eris laughed again. “By Jove, I think she’s got it! Yes, that’s right. It was my doing. You’re welcome.”

Lauren put a hand on her chest and collapsed back into her bed. “I… you… I mean… I have so many… look, can you like… hold still for a moment? It’s kind of hard to think when I can’t focus on you.”

“Oh, fine. Since you asked nicely.” With that, Eris scrunched up her face and balled up her fists, and with a cartoony pop! and a little puff of smoke, her form “solidified” into a voluptuous, dark-skinned woman wearing a long purple gown with gold trim. Likewise, Lauren was suddenly wearing a pair of gym shorts and a ratty old t-shirt for a band she hadn’t listened to in years.

“I even got us dressed, ‘cause I’m nice like that,” said Eris, smirking and fluttering her eyelashes. “Now, I’m sure you have one big question, bigger than any other, so why don’t you go ahead and ask?”

Lauren took a deep breath in and out. Despite being on the verge of freaking out, Eris was absolutely right.

“Why?”

“I’m glad you asked!” said Eris, pumping her fist. “And that answer is… why not?”

“...I don’t know what I expected.”

“Hey, I’m an anthropomorphic personification of chaos. If you’re looking for a logical answer, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

Lauren looked back at Eris’s smiling face.

“You know, I had half-expected you to have turned yourself into a tree.”

“And that’s precisely why I didn’t,” she said, tapping the side of her nose. “Look, Lauren. You’re special. Not because you’re unusually bright, or skilled, or ambitious – no offense meant, of course! – but because you’re a freak, with a capital F. But more than that, you’re a freak in the most good-natured, entertaining way possible! And that’s why I gave you just an eensey weensy itty bitty morsel of a smidgeon of my power, just to see what you would do with it. And boy howdy, you did not disappoint, because here I am!”

“You’re… here because I did all that stuff?” said Lauren, feeling a cold sweat break out.

“Mhm! You tipped the cosmic balance ever so slightly toward chaos, and that means you get to experience the wonder of me, up close and personal!”

“I… did that? But I undid all of the things that I did! Well, most of them, I guess Scarlet’s still here… but nobody remembers!”

“Oh, you can wipe the slate clean as much as you want, dear Lauren,” said Eris, hopping up and beginning to prance around the room. “But no matter how much you scrub, you can always see what was written before if you squint hard enough! You made changes, and then made more changes to undo those changes! You can’t shove that toothpaste back into the tube!”

Lauren felt her heart starting to race. What had she done? What had she just unleashed upon the world?

“I bet you’re wondering what you just unleashed upon the world,” said Eris, leaning in close. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. I can’t read your mind, humans are just predictable. Anyway, rest assured, I’m not going to do a gosh-darn thing!”

“...You’re not?”

Eris flopped back again, lounging on Lauren’s bed with her legs crossed and her hands behind her head. “Not a single thing but sit back and watch!”

Lauren stared blankly at the… god? Entity? Whatever she was lying on her bed. “Then what are you even doing here? Why appear to me at all?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one!” said Eris. “Because I want to make one thing clear right now. Giving you that little tidbit of my power is the extent of my involvement here. I’m not here to order, or to compel, or even to suggest. The ball’s in your court now. Everything that happens from this moment on will happen because you chose for it to happen. You could choose to never use this power again, to live out the rest of your boring human life in your boring human job. But the question is, will you?”

Lauren… didn’t have a good answer to that. Because deep down inside, she knew what the answer was. Eris started to giggle.

“That’s what I thought,” she said, leaning back up and booping Lauren on the nose. “I’ll be taking my leave of you now. But if I may give you a word of advice before I go? You’re thinking far too small. I mean, look at this.” She gestured all-encompassingly at the room. “You rent this place, yeah? So you don’t live here, you just occupy it, really. When was the last time you had a space that was really yours? You could make this space yours, any way you want. So why not experiment?”

Lauren looked around at her space. It had a few personal touches, but nothing too exciting. She wasn’t allowed to hang posters on pain of losing her security deposit, and the walls were a rather dull shade of off-white. Then she looked down at her hands.

“I can really do… anything?”

Eris made a little so-so gesture with one hand. “Effectively anything, really. The fundamental laws of physics, chemistry, et cetera are pretty immutable, and trust me, you wouldn’t want to mess with those if you could. And there’s one other little caveat. There’s a thing about human minds… they’re more resilient than you might think, even when up against a power like mine.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that if you try to alter a person in such a way that would compel them to do something that they find absolutely, categorically, unconditionally repugnant, something that’s completely antithetical to their essential nature, they’ll push back. It's strangely endearing, honestly.” She let out a thoughtful little sigh, then shrugged.

“But y’know, that’s the thing, isn’t it? You’re so horribly repressed that the depths of what you would do if you could are practically fathomless. Take the stuffiest, most ordinary person you could find a peer deep into their psyche, and I bet you’ll find that deep down inside, what they really want, more than money or power or status, is to be a blue-haired anime girl with tits the size of yoga balls and an anal cavity flexible enough to fit a telephone pole into.”

Eris laughed to herself about that one as she sprang off of the bed.

“So don’t be afraid to experiment! You’re not as alone as you think, my wonderful little freak. There’s people all around you who would indulge in things you could barely even imagine… if only they had the opportunity to make it happen.”

And then she was gone, vanishing without any theatrics whatsoever, leaving Lauren alone with her thoughts. And boy, did she have a lot of thoughts.

The first thing she did was plop down onto her bed and scream into her pillow until she ran out of breath. Once that was done, she rolled over and actually considered her circumstances.

If Eris was to be believed – and why would she go through that whole song and dance just to wind Lauren up? – then she had as close to limitless power as made no difference at her fingertips. And it was true she didn’t have to use it. She could live her life and let everything that had transpired over the past few days have been a fun distraction. A pleasant vacation from reality.

But she knew, deep in her heart of hearts, that she wanted to use it. For most of her life, there had been an itch she could never reach deep in her soul, and she had finally found something that scratched it. And now that she knew what it felt like, it would be so much worse to go back.

“What if I could make it happen, you asked me,” said Lauren, to the empty room. “Well, asked and answered. I can make it happen! And you were right! This room does kind of suck!”

She closed her eyes hard and sucked in a breath. When she opened them again, the room around her was different. Gone were the landlord white walls and the horrible puke green curtains that were probably a holdover from the 70s.

When she opened her eyes, she was in a new space. The walls were a pleasantly cool shade of blue, with tasteful velvet curtains to match. The bare hardwood floor beneath her feet, previously covered only by a rug that one of her friends had been about to throw away, was covered with plush gray carpet, soft and warm. And just for good measure, she now had a waterbed, because she’d always wanted a waterbed and had never been in a place where she’d been able to have one. And if the landlord thought about complaining… well, he wasn’t going to! In fact, she had a sneaky feeling that he was going to finally fix the heating ducts that made weird squeaky sounds in the wintertime and lower the rent of everyone in the building, just because he felt like it!

Lauren didn’t feel particularly different after this little bit of exertion. No more chaotic than usual, whatever that felt like. So what next?

This was not a difficult conclusion to arrive at. She knew what she wanted next. Ever since she’d gained her new abilities, she’d made changes on the people and the world around her. The day before, she’d been content to sit back and watch. But she was not an impassive observer in her fantasies. In her wildest dreams, she was always the subject of whatever transformative shenanigans were afoot.

Maybe she hadn’t done it yet because she didn’t think she could. Maybe even because she was afraid. But the more she thought of it, the more she relished the possibility. She was ready to cut loose.

She got dressed quickly, throwing on a comfortable pair of jeans and a slightly nicer t-shirt. Then she made her way to the kitchen. Scarlet was already there, sitting at the table, reading something on her phone, and munching on a toaster waffle.

“Mornin’,” she said, giving Lauren a little wave. “I don’t know about you, but I slept like a log. A log on codeine. Feels like I ate my weight in biryani last night. Nobody warns you that transforming into a giant alien broodmother is hell on the metabolism, huh?”

“You’d think that would come up more,” said Lauren, pulling a ready-made smoothie out of the fridge. “I think I’m going to go take a walk.”

Scarlet’s head perked up. “Do you mean you’re going to take a walk, or you’re going to take a walk?” The latter option was accompanied by air quotes.

“The second one, definitely. Want to come with?”

Scarlet thought about it for a moment, then shook her head. “I’m good, thanks. I think today I just want to relax, lounge about, be a big ol’ lump.”

Lauren nodded and turned to leave, then stopped as a thought occurred to her. “Maybe I can help with that?” Then she snapped her fingers, and with a poof, Scarlet was surrounded by a puff of smoke, and when it dissipated, there was a large, black-furred house cat sitting on the chair where Scarlet had been a moment prior, licking its paw. It paused in mid-lick, ears flicking in confusion.

“Holy crap,” said the cat in Scarlet’s voice. “This is incredible. I’m going to go take the best nap of my life.”

“Just don’t scratch up my sofa,” said Lauren, giving her a quick pet, eliciting a long, drawn-out purr.

“Christ on a cracker, this is incredible,” said Scarlet, splaying out on the chair. “Any chance I could beg a tummy rub off of you before you go? I bet that feels even better.”

Fifteen minutes of tummy rubs later, Lauren left Scarlet napping in a sunbeam, and set out into the world. Step one, of course, was going to be to get some coffee.

~*~

Having resolved to go out and engage in all manner of debauchery, Lauren found herself suffering from an unforeseen issue: choice paralysis. After all, when you could do everything, how did you decide on anything? Her imagination was abuzz with possibilities, and she couldn’t very well try them all at once.

…Well, she probably could, but that seemed like a bad idea. But where do you even start?

So she had gotten her coffee to go and was walking down the street, looking for inspiration in whatever form it might have taken. She watched the people milling about her, going about their business, Eris’s words faintly echoing in her mind.

How many of them, she wondered, were just like her? Longing for something that they never thought that could have, because they thought it was weird or gross? Because they were ashamed? And in most of their cases, Lauren was quite sure that it would be nothing that anyone would be hurt by.

Lauren paused in mid-step as she heard a door open and a bell jingle. Turning around, she saw that, without really meaning to, she’d made her way to the Delver’s Den, a local comic and gaming shop. She’d patronized them a time or two, mostly picking up trades of some of her favorite horror comics, but wasn’t exactly a regular. She certainly wouldn’t recognize anyone by name, but the man stepping out of the store looked vaguely familiar. He was tall and skinny with fair hair and a pale complexion. And there was something about him that Lauren couldn’t quite put her finger on, something that she recognized, not in the sense of him being someone she’d interacted with before, but in being a kindred spirit.

As he sat down on a nearby bench and pulled out his phone, Lauren decided to take a chance, and she approached him, sitting down on the opposite end of the bench.

“This seat’s not taken, I hope?” she said, causing the man to startle. It took him a moment to realize he was being addressed, and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, have we met?” Lauren met the man’s eyes for a moment. She looked down at his choice of apparel, most prominently the hoodie with an elaborate illustration of a wizard on it. She looked down at his phone, and saw that he was assembling some sort of character sheet. And she decided to take a shot in the dark. Though, given the proclivities of the RPG nerds she’d encountered before, she had a feeling that it wouldn’t be that dark.

“Not yet. Jeff, right?” She gestured at the little name tag he was wearing. “Pardon me for being presumptuous, but are you single?”

Jeff’s cheeks colored. “Um. Yes? Why?”

“Because I think we can help each other out, Jeff. I need something, and you’re the perfect person to give it to me.”

Jeff blinked in confusion at her. “Uh, I don’t owe you money or anything, do I?”

Lauren laughed. It was a strong, energetic laugh, the kind of which she typically reserved for close acquaintances. “Nothing like that, no. Oh, but I bet you’re probably confused. Let me just remove my glamor.”

And with that, Lauren snapped her fingers, and she changed. She typically preferred to draw her transformations out a little, but there was something to be said for the surprise factor. And so in the space of a few seconds, her body compressed, and the next thing she knew, she was wearing her t-shirt like a dress. When she tugged it away, Jeff was absolutely stunned by what he was seeing.

Where Lauren had sat a moment ago, there was a woman who couldn’t have been more than half her height, with light green skin, enormous ears, and a toothy grin, and most of her body mass felt like it had been shunted downward into her hips and her ass. With a playful wink, she stood up on the bench, giving Jeff a good look at her new shape.

“Holy fucking shit,” he stammered. “You’re a goblin!”

“Sure am, sweetie!” said Lauren, wiggling her voluptuous hips from side to side as she finished wiggling out of her clothing. She was, indeed, a goblin, straight from the pages of many a trashy fantasy comic. There were a lot of body shapes she could have chosen from, but she was partial to those with a modest bust and a voluptuous, pear-shaped figure, and it seemed that Jeff had no complaints.

She watched as Jeff went through the same steps she had done so many tips before, rubbing his eyes and pinching his arm. Waiting to cut to the chase, she took his hand and plopped it onto one thick thigh.

“I’m as real as you are, buddy,” she said. “And like I said, I need your help?”

Jeff looked like he was going to pass out on the spot just from squeezing her thigh, but he managed to hang on. “What… what do you need my help with?”

She let out a huge, theatrical sigh. “Isn’t it obvious?” she said, gesturing to her nakedness. And just in case it wasn’t, she sat back on the bench and spread her legs, flashing her plump green snatch to him.

“...Right here? Now?” stammered Jeff. “What if someone sees?”

“Then they can get in line,” cooed Lauren, beckoning him closer with one finger. “I can see that tent you’re pitching. You want this as bad as I do. Are you gonna let a little thing like social mores keep you from the goblin pussy of your dreams?”

In a flash, Jeff was standing up and undoing his belt, and soon his pants were around his ankles, showing off his throbbing erection. “Do you need me to use a condom?” he asked, even though his body language indicated that he wanted nothing more than to take her here and now. She had to give the guy kudos; being conscientious in the face of your deepest desire was an admirable quality. Of course, he had nothing to worry about. STIs and unwanted pregnancies had no place in Lauren’s fantasies.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, flashing him a wink. “Goblin magic. Now are you gonna get over here and fuck me, or am I gonna have to– whoa!”

That was all the prompting that Jeff needed, picking up one of her legs in either hand and plowing her in a single stroke.

“Holy fuck!” he panted as he began to move, slowly and hesitantly. “You’re so… so tight and so wet!”

“You don’t gotta be gentle, y’know,” she said, bracing herself against the bench. “Give it to me hard! I promise, I’m tougher than I look! Now fuck me like you mean it!”

With that, Jeff’s restraint broke, and she felt his grip tightened as he began to pound her in earnest, his hips slapping against hers. Lauren was loving it. Getting fucked by a guy had never felt like this before.

Some part of her was keenly aware that this was very much a public street in the middle of the day, and there were still people going about her business. But while people certainly noticed, they paid her little heed, or else they stopped to look for a moment but said nothing. It was just a goblin getting noisily fucked on a public bench, after all. It was what goblins did.

“Nnngh, fuck, I can’t hold on…!” panted Jeff.

“Then don’t!” hissed Lauren, wrapping her legs around him and pulling him closer. “Let me have it! Come for me!”

Jeff gasped and moaned and shuddered, and with one last powerful thrust, she could feel his cock throbbing as he blasted a hot load deep into her, and the intensity of it brought her to climax as well, because of course goblins always came when their partners did.

She drew it out for as long as she could before Jeff pulled out of her, gasping for breath and leaning onto the bench for support.

“So how was it?” said Lauren with a coquettish wink. “Hope I haven’t ruined you for human girls!”

Jeff managed a slightly pained chuckle, but before he could confirm or deny that he had been ruined, the bell on the comic shop’s door jingled again, and a man with East Asian features and a shirt featuring the store’s logo stepped out, holding a long cardboard box.

“Hey, Jeff, are you almost done with your break?” he said. “Because I need some help with–”

Then he saw what was happening – Jeff naked from the waist down, Lauren the goblin completely nude with her legs spread, both of them covered in sweat – and dropped the box as he stared.

“Oh, uh… hi, Ken,” said Jeff, giving a little wave. “So, uh… funny story?”

“I’m sure Ken doesn’t need to hear the whole story,” said Lauren, with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Especially when there’s other things he could be doing. How about it, Ken? You want a turn while Jeff recovers?”

Ken stood there frozen for a minute, with a look on his face like his train of thought was still buffering. Then he started to undo his belt.

Lauren’s smile got even wider. This afternoon was going to be fun.

~*~

Lauren hung around the front of the Delver’s Den for another forty-five minutes, during which time she’d gotten fucked by Jeff three more times, by Ken twice, and also by three random passers-by. After that, she took her leave, bidding all of them a good day. It was almost a pity that Jeff wouldn’t remember a thing. He had been so nice about it. Maybe he’d wake up in his bed later having just had a wonderful dream. Was that something that Lauren could make happen? She hoped so.

As soon as she turned the corner, she was human again, and also clothed once more, this time in jeans and a button-up blouse, because she’d felt like a change. The next step was, of course, going to be stopping somewhere to refuel. Typically, she’d pop by her favorite coffee shop and get a sandwich or something. But that seemed like the boring answer. So she closed her eyes for a moment, let her imagination drift for a bit, and when she opened it again. Eris had told her that her imagination was a bit too narrow. If she was pushing reality this far, why not push it a little farther?

When she opened her eyes again, her usual spot had gotten a bit of a makeover. The establishment was now called Bessie’s, and the earthy greens and browns of its usual decor were replaced with pastel blues and yellows. She took a seat outside, and a waitress came out to greet her. She was a hair under seven feet tall, had dark skin and braided hair, and was dressed like a server from the 1950s in a pink pinstriped getup. But more notably, she also had a pair of long bovine horns, a tail to match poking out from beneath her skirt, and generous bosom.

“Afternoon, hon!” she said cheerfully. “What can I get for you today? Latte? Mocha? Maybe a piece of our signature tres leches cake?”

Lauren made a big show of thinking about her order, but she knew what she wanted. “You know what? I’m treating myself today. I think I’ll have a drink straight from the tap.”

“Sure thing! What size would you like?”

“Oh, definitely large. I’m going to need my energy for later.”

The waitress giggled and reached into the pocket of her apron. “Comin’ right up!” She pulled out what looked like a roll of mints with a cartoon cow on the wrapper, counted out three, and popped them into her mouth. Then she swallowed and began to count down under her breath. When she got to “three”, Lauren could see her buttons start to strain, and by the time she hit one, her blouse burst open as her breasts ballooned out of it.

“Here you go, sweetie,” said the waitress, offering Lauren a breast bigger than her head with a teat the size of her thumb, the tip of which was already dotted with pearly white droplets.

“Thank you very much,” said Lauren, before leaning forward and engulfing it, sucking eagerly as the richest, sweetest, creamiest milk she’d ever tasted flowed into her mouth, the waitress humming and mooing happily as Lauren drank.

In her peripheral vision, she could see other customers similarly engaged. One waitress was seated on a sofa with a customer on each breast, and another one, who was possessed of not only two pairs of breasts but also an enormous pink udder, was feeding an entire party.

She and Scarlet had roleplayed variations on this particular theme time and time again. It wasn’t her most elaborate fantasy, nor her most bizarre, but certainly a classic. And today she wanted to enjoy herself.

Once she’d had her fill, she settled her bill (making sure to give the waitress a generous tip) and made her way to the park. Now that she’d tested things out a bit, it was time to get serious.

~*~

Lauren was seated comfortably as she watched people go by, waiting for the right moment. This particular fantasy wouldn’t work with just anyone. It needed to be someone eager. As she watched various pedestrians cross her field of view, she relaxed and let herself concentrate. Who would be a good candidate…

Then she saw her. There was a woman that had been jogging, tall and lean with deeply tanned skin and dark hair tied into a long ponytail, dressed in a hot pink top and matching short shorts, who had been lingering on her water break for longer than usual. And every so often, she’d steal a glance at Lauren, like there was something about her that she noticed.

Well, that was about to be try. Catching her eye, Lauren gave a little wave and beckoned her closer. The woman hesitated for a moment, pointing at her chest in the universal gesture of “Who, me?” At Lauren’s affirmative nod, she approached.

“Hey there,” said Lauren, in what she hoped was a flirty way. “I’m Lauren. What’s your name?”

The jogger looked slightly taken aback by her forwardness, but kept her composure. For now. “I’m Andrea. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, but–”

“You can sense it, can’t you?”

Andrea blinked in surprise. “I’m sorry, what do you mean?”

“The beast. You can sense its presence, can’t you? It’s okay. I can tell.”

Andrea swallowed heavily. “I… I don’t know what it is about you, but I just–”

Lauren stood up and gently put a finger on Andrea’s lips. “It’s alright. I’m not here to judge you. In fact… would you like to see something cool?”

Andrea gave a very emphatic nod, and that was all Lauren needed. So she concentrated, and let herself change.

It started off slow, as all good things did. She could feel her muscles start to burn as they flexed and bulged. Lauren groaned as her shoulders broadened and her limbs stretched, her shirt lifting up to reveal a set of toned abs, and that was just the beginning. She grit her teeth and groaned as her ears lengthened and a long, fluffy tail crept out from the base of her spine. But the piece de resistance had only just begun.

Despite the dramatic changes to her height and build, Andrea’s eyes were fixed very firmly on at the level of Lauren’s groin, where a very prominent bulge had begun to form in her jeans. Lauren groaned as something in there grew bigger and bigger, straining against its denim prison.

“Almost… there,” she groaned. “You might want to… take a step back!” And with that, she bucked her hips forward and growled as the zipper snapped and the fabric burst apart, falling to the ground in a heap as an enormous black equine cock, already hard and throbbing, sprang to life right before her eyes, with a pair of baseball-sized low-hanging nuts to match.

The awed look in Andrea’s eyes only made her throb harder.

“Beautiful,” she panted, reaching out. “Absolutely beautiful. May I…?”

“Do it,” said Lauren, putting a hand on Andrea’s head. “I know you want to. Don’t hold back.”

Slowly and carefully, Andrea reached out and squeezed Lauren’s cock, as if trying to see if this was real or if she was just the victim of some manner of elaborate prank. But it came to life in her hands, twitching and pulsing in her grasp, its flared head letting out a few droplets of slick pre-come.

“Don’t be shy now,” said Lauren, grinning as she sat down and leaned back. “You want to worship it, don’t you? Well, don’t let me stop you~”

But Andrea was already in motion, with not just her hands but also her mouth. As she stroked and squeezed the throbbing shaft, she peppered it with loving licks and kisses, up and down its entire length. Her hands did not remain still, touching every single inch that she could reach. Slowly, Lauren could feel them trailing downward, gently grasping and lifting them.

“Madre de dios,” she breathed, feeling their weight in her hands. “They’re so heavy…”

“And it’s all for you,” said Lauren, running a hand through her hair. “So why don’t you show them some appreciation?”

Andrea let out a little gasp as she buried her face in Lauren’s equine nuts, nuzzling and licking and sucking at them as her hands caressed her sack all over, and above her, Lauren could feel her shaft bob up and down, gaining a few more centimeters of length with each and every movement.

“That’s it. Worship my cock. Show me how much you love it.”

“I love it so much,” moaned Andrea as she popped up for air. “I’ve been waiting for you for so long, my powerful stallion…!”

And before Lauren could even begin to egg her on, she opened her mouth and engulfed the head of her cock and began to sink in, taking several inches of it into her throat. If the woman had anything resembling a gag reflex before, she certainly didn’t now, and her muffled moans as Lauren began to throat-fuck her were positively symphonic. So Lauren sat back and enjoyed the ride, using her hand to put a little bit more oomph into it.

“Mmm… won’t be much longer now,” said Lauren, briefly meeting Andrea’s eye. “You had better not spill a drop~”

Andrea’s moans reached a fever pitch as she went down even further, swallowing a good third of Lauren’s cock all at once, and Lauren let out a cry (or maybe more of a bray) as she felt her balls tighten, blasting a thick load directly down the woman’s throat. And Andrea did not let up for a moment, hanging on to the base of Lauren’s cock for as long as she could until the pulses finally slowed, and only then did she let up, where she promptly fell onto her hands and knees, eyes watering and gasping for breath.

For a moment, Lauren worried that she might have gone too far, until Andrea put a hand on Lauren’s thigh and looked up into her eyes.

“More,” she panted, looking Lauren dead in the eye. “Want more. Need more!”

And with that, she began tearing at her clothes. Literally, as her top and shorts were ripped to shreds and scattered.

“Then more you will have,” said Lauren, standing straight up. Then she reared back and cried out, loud enough for the whole park to hear, as her body began to shift once again. Her muscles grew even bigger and thicker, and she gained a good two feet of height as her body stretched out. Dark skin turned into even darker hide as the scraps of clothing that still clung to her body burst apart as her thick thighs, thicker ass, and enormous chest grew out of them. She could feel her shoes being shredded as her legs extended and her feet morphed into massive hooves, and as she continued to let out an ecstatic cry that slowly morphed into a long, warbling neigh, her hair began to lengthen and grow into a proud mane that ran down her neck, and her facial features began to extend outward into an equine muzzle.

Standing tall and proud before Andrea was a solid eight feet of chestnut brown equine majesty, with muscles that would have put a Mr. Universe candidate to shame, huge and impossibly perky tits, and topped off a solid with two feet of cock, thicker than her wrist.

Andrea looked like she wanted to start weeping in sheer joy.

“Take me!” she cried out, grasping and kissing Lauren’s massive cock. “Mate me! Rut me! Make me your mare!”

Lauren grinned, picking the woman up as if she weighed nothing at all, and in unabashed defiance of the laws of physics and biology, absolutely impaled her. The massive horse dick slid into her eager pussy like they had been made for each-other, filling her up so deeply that Lauren could see its outline bulging out of her stomach, and if Andrea was experiencing any sort of discomfort or distress, she certainly wasn’t showing it as she writhed aground Lauren’s cock.

Lauren grinned and stroked her hair.

“My safeword is whoa.”

And with that, she began to thrust into Andrea, using her like a cock-sleeve as she grasped her tightly, and Andrea wasted no time in screaming with shameless ecstasy.

“More! Harder!” she cried. “More… need more cock! I love your horse cock so much! Give me more cock! Pump me full of your cum”

Her words only urged Lauren on. She’d read things a thousand times before, and when getting herself off to it, she’d thought it a little bit hackneyed… but hearing it now, right in front of her, sent her to whole new heights. And as she felt Andrea’s pussy clamping down around her, even the ability to alter reality to her whim couldn’t have held back what came next. With a great snort, she pulled Andrea down hard, burying every inch inside of her, and for the second time, felt herself twitch as she came so hard that Andrea’s belly visibly bulged outward from the sheer size and intensity of the load.

The jogger went limp as she rode out her own orgasm, clutching Lauren’s chest as tightly as she could.

“My beast… my stallion,” she gasped. “More… I need more…”

Lauren took a breath and mopped her brow. This girl was insatiable, and Lauren was pretty sure that it wasn’t entirely her own doing. The beast was going to need a minute if she wanted more. And maybe something to drink.

~*~

It was a good thing that the strength and size of a draft horse came with the stamina of one as well. Lauren pumped a total of four loads into Andrea, each one bigger than the last, before the woman finally passed out on the grass, sweaty and bloated and with an utterly blissed-out look on her face. Lauren had needed a minute to collect herself as well. This had been like something out of the trashier parts of her spank bank, the sort of thing that she always felt slightly weird about afterwards, not because it was particularly extreme, but more because she typically held the erotica consumed to higher standards. But sometimes, a giant horsecock just really hit the spot. It had, in fact, hit most of Andrea’s spots.

But Lauren wasn’t ready to call it a day quite yet. She’d just gotten started. She’d tested the waters, and now she was ready for the deep end. And she knew exactly where she wanted to go to do it. As as she quickly got dressed again (now into track pants and a light jacket), she made a beeline for a very particular place.

A quick skim of one of her favorite TF kink message boards turned up a recent post she was particularly fond of, a story written by another user that had hit all of the right notes. She knew them as TwistedFlesh, and Lauren had casually chatted with them a time or two. While not what she’d call a friend on the same level as Scarlet, the two of them had similar tastes and had exchanged a few notes, over the course of which she found out that they lived not too far from her, and that they were also a member of a small club for horror enthusiasts. Mostly they got together to watch monster movies, but they had also told Lauren a story about one memorable night where, after someone brought along a bottle of wine, they ended up playing a very intense game of “smash or pass” with their favorite monsters, and Flesh had been pleasantly surprised by the number of smashes that had come along.

Lauren had been given an open invitation, which she had not yet managed to work up the courage to take them up on. But today felt like the right time for it.

If Lauren wasn’t mistaken, then one such meeting would be happening in the AV room of her local library this very evening, and that was where she was going.

The librarian was very helpful, and directed Lauren to the correct room, and it wasn’t long before Lauren could hear the faint sounds of tense music through the thick walls.

The room was more or less what she’d expected. There was a slightly worn-down sofa and a couple of folding chairs, and a large projection screen with a movie displayed on it. Tonight it was Jason X, by the looks of things, and there were four people watching. Perching on one of the folding chairs like a gargoyle was a person that could only be TwistedFlesh themself. They were pale and gangly, with their dark hair cut into a tidy side shave, and they were wearing a T-shirt depicting a flaming skeleton riding a motorcycle, along with the phrase “BRUSH YOUR TEETH”. The club was rounded out by a man and a woman cuddled up on the sofa and another man splayed out on the floor.

All four of them were too engrossed in the movie to notice her, until she turned on the lights.

“Hey, what gives?” said the man on the floor. He was stocky and dark-skinned, with neat cornrows. “We’ve got this room reserved until six, y’know!”

“I mean, if you want to take a seat, you’re welcome to,” said the woman, who was curvy and full-figured and wearing a floral sundress. “Always happy to have more company.”

“This seat’s taken, though,” said the other man, who was freckled and red-headed, dressed in jeans and a black button-down, currently laying across the woman’s lap.

Now it was Flesh’s turn to look ‘round. “Sorry, do I know you?” they said, cocking their head. “You look kinda familiar in a way that I can’t put my finger on.”

“Not as such, no,” said Lauren, shutting the door behind her. “You can call me Meph. I’m assuming that TwistedFlesh isn’t what you’d prefer to be called, though who am I to judge?”

Their eyes suddenly went wide. “Holy shit, Meph! Nice of you to finally join us! Yeah, you can call me Salem. That’s Sean and Paula over on the couch, and on the floor there is Jer. Y’all, this is the net friend I was tellin’ you about! The one who got us those Japanese bootlegs!”

“Oh man, those ruled,” said Jer. “You’ve got good taste. You here for some bad movies and good times?”

“Oh, I’m not here for movies,” said Lauren, her smile widening as she approached Salem, AKA TwistedFlesh. “I’m here for something a bit more… personal. You see, there’s something about me that I didn’t want to tell you over the internet. I’m here to bring you something that you want even more than obscure bootlegs.”

And Lauren thought back to the chats that she and Salem had shared, and about how they’d told her about their very favorite movie, The Thing, and how it had awakened something in them as an impressionable youth.

Lauren’s smile got wider, wider than a mouth should have been able to get, and was full of long, pointed teeth that didn’t look human at all, and a long, tendril-like tongue lashed out from within it, reaching out and gently caressing Salem’s cheek.

She could hear Sean audibly swallow. “Are… are you here to…?” he managed to stammer.

Lauren let out a deep, throaty laugh as she shrugged off her jacket. She was wearing nothing beneath it, but all that was revealed was a second, larger mouth on her torso.

“Don’t believe everything you see in the movies,” she said through this second mouth. “Why would I want to hurt any of you when I could have fun with you? Anyone who wants to leave, I won’t stop you. Just make sure you lock up behind you~”

None of them moved. Sean and Paula shared a brief look.

“Remember that talk we had?” Paula whispered. “About exceptions? I mean…”

“Yeah, this definitely counts,” said Sean, nodding eagerly.

Lauren laughed as she beckoned Salem closer. “You’ll all get your chance,” she said, as a number of sinewy tendrils erupted from her back, gently but insistently grasping Salem’s clothes and undressing them, and Lauren could see that they were already hard and twitching. One tendril reached out and gently twined around their cock, squeezing gently.

“This can’t really be happening,” panted Salem, as they fell down to their knees. “This is what I get for painting minis in a poorly ventilated room. But if I’m dreaming, I never want to wake up.”

Lauren laughed as she stepped out of her pants, as as she got naked, her body’s cohesiveness began to slip, as a standard human body plan warped and twisted into a tangle of misshapen limbs, eyes, and mouths. As Salem writhed in her grasp, Lauren could see through her many new eyes the other members of the horror club rapidly undressing. She was right about them being of a like mind with Salem, it would seem. What was left of her human head and neck extended toward Jer and Sean, both of whom were now sporting prominent erections.

“So, uh, do you wanna go first?” stammered Jer.

“Who said you have to choose?” said Lauren, her voice harmonizing with itself as her head began to bifurcate, a second face growing from the side of her head, and soon, a new pair of tendrils guided a dick into each mouth. While this was happening, the larger torso-mouth of her main body had proceeded to completely engulf Salem up to the chest, as myriad tendrils lashed over as much of them as could be reached, exploring every inch of their body while they squirmed and moaned.

“What about you?” she hissed, as one eye-stalk extended toward Paula, who had hiked her leg up over the couch and was fervently rubbing her pussy. Her cheeks flushed brightly as Lauren directly addressed her.

“I… think I’d just like to watch for now, if that’s okay,” she said.

That suited Lauren just fine. She turned her attention back to the two men face-fucking her, each cock ravaged by its own long, slimy tongue.

“You both want more, don’t you? I can feel your hearts quickening…”

The two of them shared a glance, then rapidly nodded. Lauren’s mass expanded once again, and soon, the two of them were lifted off their feet by a number of grasping appendages. From the central form, something resembling a feminine torso began to take shape, with a mischievous grin and a pair of enormous breasts.

“You like this a bit better?” she said, squishing them together with her newly-formed arms. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess that Sil was more your type, hmm?”

Despite everything, Jer managed a nervous laugh.

“That’s okay,” said Lauren. “I can be anyone or anything that you want~” And with that, she started to massage her tits, and the two of them watched goggle-eyed as her nipples morphed into dripping wet pussies.

The two of them were done being shocked by what she could do, and had fullen given in to their lusts, not wasting a second as they leaned into her, sinking into a breast each and pumping into her.

Shifting her attention back to her main body, she focused on Salem, now almost fully enveloped in her gaping maw. It was an incredible sensation, feeling so much of their body within her being. At some point, Paula had slipped by her and had begun making out with them, stroking whatever errant appendages she could reach all the while..

“I see somebody got tired of watching,” said Lauren, speaking through a new face rising up to meet Paula’s gaze. “Well, it would be very rude of me to leave you wanting, hmm?”

Paula gasped as a number of tendrils wrapped around her, restraining her wrists and ankles while several more tendrils of a much more phallic nature snaked around her hips.

“Fill me, please,” pleaded Paula. “I want to be absolutely stuffed…!”

And Lauren was all too happy to oblige, as one slick tendril slipped into Paula’s mouth, one into her ass, and because she was feeling feisty, two in her pussy, and the woman’s muffled screams reverberated throughout the whole of her mass.

And all the while, Lauren was experiencing pleasures that she didn't even have words for. Every inch of her ever-shifting form was an erogenous zone, and every move that the horror club made was like a tiny orgasm, each one building upon the last. She felt the boys plowing her tit-pussies, felt herself fucking Paula in every hole, felt herself swallowing and ravaging Salem, and each sensation was just as intense as every other sensation. An ordinary person would have gone absolutely mad, trying to process all of them at once.

But that was a word that no longer applied to Lauren. She was anything and she was everything, and she was absolutely reveling in it. She picked up her pace, causing passages to contract and tendrils to pulse, and listened to the club’s gasps and moans and howls of ecstatic bliss, and she drank it all in. As long as she could remember, Lauren had been, without even knowing it, like a person dying of thirst trying to subsist on mere droplets.

And then Eris had given her the keys to the reservoir.

Lauren had tested the waters, and now she was drinking deep, and she knew right then and there, as she fucked the horror club in every way imaginable and many ways that weren’t, that she was never going to thirst again.

~*~

The sun was going down by the time she had finished with the horror club, reintegrated her body, and bid them all a very fond farewell as she left them piled together in a very contented heap. Lauren was deeply satisfied, but she was also exhausted. And famished, to boot. In theory, she could just manifest a buff orc warrior bringing her a steak or something like that, but she didn’t think she wanted to completely divorce herself from reality. So she went to a fast food place, got herself a combo meal, and took a seat outside.

It had been an absolutely wonderful day, and she found herself wondering why she’d even hesitated in the first place. She’d had the time of her life and realized some of her deepest fantasies, and on top of that, she’d helped several people realize some of theirs. True, they would think that it had all been a wonderful dream afterwards, but that was still something. It would probably have been irresponsible to let Salem and the others go about living their lives thinking that aliens were real and they were down to fuck.

And there was so much more to do, so many more possibilities to explore! She had years of fantasies to make real. She’d only just started doing the really weird stuff. Transformation kink was a space with a lot of breadth to it, after all, and she wanted to experience it from every single angle.

Maybe tomorrow, she and Scarlet would go out again, and the two of them would wreak some havoc together. Tya would probably be getting back from her trip soon, as well, and Lauren found herself wondering if her roommate had any hidden fantasies that she’d enjoy having brought to the surface.

“I bet she’s into bimbofication,” said Lauren to herself, smirking as she nibbled on a french fry. “She seems like the type.”

Lauren felt good. She’d had fun, other people had also had fun, and nobody had gotten hurt along the way. She felt like there was a weight lifted off of her shoulders, and she was resolved to enjoy–

Lauren froze for a moment as she was overtaken by the feeling of being watched. She spun her head around, trying to see who else was there, but she was alone. There weren’t even any other patrons.

Shrugging, she turned back around, and nearly fell out of her seat as she saw someone seated across from her. It was a person wearing an oversized red hoodie with the hood pulled up, and they had their arms steepled on the table, and though their facial features were obscured, Lauren knew she was being sized up.

“I’m sorry, can I help you?” she said, hand over her heart as she caught her breath. For a moment, she wondered if she had caught the attention of another god.

Then the hood was pulled down, revealing a young woman with light brown skin and angular features with a very intense impression, and as far as Lauren could gather, she was only human.

“Something’s weird about you,” she said.

Lauren blinked. “What the hell are you–”

“I thought I was going crazy at the comic shop,” she interrupted. “Like maybe I’d bumped my head or eaten some bad curry or something. It was weird enough seeing Jeff fuck a goblin in front of the store, but him going about his day like nothing happened, albeit in a better mood than usual, was bothering me. And I would have been prepared to accept that I was just going crazy if not for what happened when I followed you to the coffee shop.”

“Wait, you were following me–”

“And then that woman in the park?” She went on, getting increasingly exasperated but not slowing down or stopping. “I know that other people were noticing! People stopped to take pictures! Someone took a selfie with that jogger sucking your giant horse dick in the background!”

Lauren blinked. “They did? I didn’t even… wait, hold on–”

“And I don’t know what you were doing in that room in the library ‘cause I was afraid to look, but the sounds you were making! Human bodies don’t make sounds like that!” Then the woman pounded her fists on the table and leaned forward. “Everyone acts like it’s just another Tuesday when they see you, and acts like you were never there when you walk away! And now you’re here, just… eating a burger! Like nothing happened! I have to know! What the hell are you? What did you do to all of those people?”

Lauren was frozen in place as the woman deflated and caught her breath.

“...I don’t suppose there’s any chance of convincing you that it was some kind of mass hallucination?”

The woman laughed derisively and shook her head. Then she pulled out her phone, and sure enough, there was a picture of Andrea riding horse-Lauren’s cock.

“No chance whatsoever,” she said. “I want answers. I’ve always known that something was out there behind the veil of reality, and now I have proof! So I want to know what your deal is, and more importantly, I want to know if I can get in on it too.”

Lauren took a long sip of her iced tea. Some part of her knew that she should probably be worried, and another wanted to panic. But all she could do was laugh.

This was on her, really. She was expecting all of this to be easy. But that wouldn’t be as interesting, would it? Somewhere beyond space and time, there was probably a god-like entity watching her with a big bucket of popcorn and a huge grin.

And Lauren had a sinking feeling that, if she just focused all of her energy on willing this woman to forget everything that she saw today, it wouldn’t work.

“...It’s a long story. You want a burger or something?”