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[i]This story is essentially arranged in a way where the first six chapters are Wet Scenes length stories, and the latter six are like the DLC to upgrade them to average length stories. Or, you can read the entire thing and its a novella-length story![/i] [center][b]Day I : Teat Yourself (F Sheep) Day II : Stop Swineing (M Potbelly Pig) Day III : Hung Like Her (FtM Horse) Day IV : Big Pair Of Beasts (MtF Cow) Day V : His Own Best Friend (MtH Dog) Day VI : Sleighing It (M Reindeer) Day VII : Studded (M Pig-Horse) Day VIII : Endowed (F Sheep-Cow) Day IX : In Heat (F Cow-Dog) Day X : Mystical (M Horse-Sheep) Day XI : A Little Extra (H Dog-Pig) Day XII : It’s Only Fair (M Reindeer- all the above)[/b][/center] ----- Justin was excited for the holidays! December finally came around and he was eager for his girlfriend Monica to get some time off so they could frolic in all the fresh snow! They have been together almost three years now- last Christmas they spent the holiday with her family, so this year they were going to spend it with Justin’s family. He was a lot more eager to just spend the holiday with her rather than his family but, eh, need to introduce them at some point. Justin was already on vacation- he is a self defense trainer, and even if he was open for business… almost no one comes to him at this time of year anyway. As you could probably assume from his job- Justin is pretty damn muscular, and doesn’t look like someone you want to mess with. Most people would break their hand on his abs trying to hit him. Short black hair, bristly mid-length beard and eyes an abyssal blue like the deep ocean. Monica is a beauty to behold herself- pale brown skin, fat scarlet lips, olive eyes, golden brown hair to her lower back, and quite the large set of endowments to boot. She is also notably not present however. Still on the job- Monica is an Archivist. Currently out at a dig site excavating artifacts of a bygone age for someone else to research. Her job often took her to far-off locations which was always a fun adventure, but also meant her time to be with Justin was often limited to bursts in between. They BOTH assumed she would be back for Christmas, but only a few days into December she was shipped to an alternate location! From one unfinished job, abruptly to the next. It was a recent find and immediately became top priority because of the age and condition of the ruins. But… that also meant she would be working straight through Christmas. Justin’s first immediate thought was that he had to buy a plane ticket to go see her, since she could not return to see him. But Monica herself shot that idea out of the air- as warming as his eagerness to see her is… they can’t afford the round flight ticket. She travels for work- so she doesn’t pay for her own tickets. She is very far away, and he would also need to get a place to stay at because again- her place is being paid by her job. So, only a few days into the month, Justin’s hopes were immediately shot down. They could still talk over the phone in the evenings. And they could still ship their presents to one another for Christmas- shipping costs for a package are obviously a hell of a lot cheaper than shipping a whole person. If only he could stuff himself into a box, and ship himself as the present, haha. Justin got a lot of packages from her- because the job was so rushed, she was shipping back the artifacts to their shared apartment to be sorted later. Right now just getting them out of the crumbling ruins and into a controlled space was the priority. Sure in the modern age there was magic- but it isn’t the same as elder magic. All the magic runes used in the modern era are refined versions of the original runes… which humans no longer know the origin of. Which means humans still don’t really understand how magic works. They know how to work with it, but don’t know where it comes from or HOW it works. That information was lost to time, which is why these artifacts are so important. They are trying to figure out the origin of magic. With a better understanding, new types of spells could be made. The older the magic is; the more varied the spells get, it seems… although, all of the older spells are also rudimentary and often come with ill side-effects. You can do some amazing things with it… if you don’t mind some rather chaotic backlash. Justin wanted to spend his holiday time cuddling with Monica, not sorting ancient idols and old magic tomes for her by himself. When he was glancing over the browned, ancient pages of a tome to figure out what pile to sort it into, according to Monica’s notes- he paused on a summoning spell. This could be used to summon a demon! Demon’s are able to use magic inherently; they don’t need to use spells to shape it. Maybe it could teleport him to Monica! So he rummaged the closet for some chalk, a bit of table salt to form a protective ring around the summon circle too- so the demon doesn’t try to jump him. This was...slightly dangerous. Demons are actually formed of human emotion- they are a physical manifestation of a person’s problems. So when a person in this world has a big enough problem, a demon is born in the Otherside. If the problem is taken care of- the demon will die. If a problem is big enough to be shared by many people, it essentially never dies… and thus the most powerful of the demons, known as the Sins. Justin doesn’t know fuck all about magic himself so he has no idea from which of the seven realms of the Otherside this demon is going to be summoned from, or what problem it was born of, and thus no idea how harmless or violent it could be. Summoning spells are few and far between- banned from all but the most experienced of magic users normally. But this tome is ancient- from a time long before such rules were in play. Justin completes the magic circle and activates it. The chalk runes on the floor glow pale blue and the array twists and re-shuffles the runes as the floor in the middle of the circle seems to ripple as if made of liquid. A clawed hand made of gnarled black flesh reaches out and grasps at the still-solid runes to heave himself out from the Otherside. His claws and horns have no real definition from the rest of his form- it is all the same gnarled black material that makes up his entire being, coarse like tree bark. His limbs are unusually long for the size of his body and very bony. He has bat-like wings but the membrane stretched across it is so thin you can partially see through the skin. He has a tail longer than he is tall lashing around behind him, but it is very narrow and ends in a spade-shaped bulb. He wears no clothing but also does not appear to have any genitals to cover in the first place. His sclera are black but his iris bright yellow, with slit-shaped pupils. His feet look almost identical to his hands due to his toes being long and narrow, splayed out in a half-circle, so his foot type is technically digitigrade. “Who dares summon the great Telathrean Belanun?!” “Uhm, m-me, uh, Justin. Justin Dunhain.” “Bruh, you giving me your whole ass name ten seconds after we met? Gunna give me the pin on your bank card too?” “Wh- but- you did it… I just thought-” “If I jumped off a bridge, would you do it too?” “...no.” “...why did you hesitate? Did you really just have to actually think about whether or not you’d- you know what? Doesn’t matter. What did you summon me for?” Justin took a deep breath. “Well, my girlfriend is currently stuck on the other side of the world thanks to work-” “You need me to kill her boss.” The demon nodded to himself. “What?! No! I want to be with her for Christmas! I… we can’t afford for me to go see her normally, but I figured with the magic of a demon something like this would be super simple. She is really stressed out by work and could really use something to cheer her up, and this is supposed to be the time of year everyone spends together, right? If it isn’t too much trouble, could you take me and her friends to see her?” Telathrean just sort of froze for a few moments, trying to read whether Justin was joking or not. “Let me get this straight. You summoned a demon, from the Otherside, a potentially homicidal monster, to help you give your girlfriend a nice Christmas surprise.” “Y-yes?” Telathrean shrugged. “Okay, just making sure. That’s… not typically how this goes. That is technically within my power though, so you know what? Why not.” Justin perked up a bit. “Really? So you can just, like, teleport us to her on Christmas?” Tel crossed his arms. “Weeeeelll, yes and no. Would you mind if I accidentally teleported you halfway through a wall, or inside of your girlfriend’s body?” “...YES!?” “Then no. The thing with teleporting you to the other side of the planet is- I don’t know what the other side of the planet looks like. If I just immediately put you into another location you will overlap whatever was already occupying that space. And don’t use table salt next time.” “Huh?” Tel broke the protective circle around the summoning array with one of his toes. “Table salt- processed all to hell, doesn’t work for a protective ring. Need to use sea salt or rock salt.” He stepped out of the summoning array to pace around the living room for a moment, his long tail lashing around erratically behind him in wide swings. “I can definitely get you all there- but you will have to give me a little… creative freedom first. I want to have a little fun myself, after all.” “I… guess that is fine, sure.” “We have time anyway.” He glanced at the calendar over on the fridge with only four days crossed off. “Just give me the list of names and I will start pulling this together.” Tel started to laugh maniacally and Justin joined in with a bit of nervous laughter. What could possibly go wrong, right? Don’t answer that, it was rhetorical. ----- [b][center][u]Day I : Teat Yourself[/u][/center][/b] ----- May is a beautiful woman, but quite soft-spoken and thus often misunderstood. She actually comes off as intimidating sometimes without even doing anything to back it up. She has raven black hair to her shoulders, hanging utterly limp- no volume to it. Her eyes are a pale shade of brown that makes them look gold on most lighting, and look stare rather intensely without meaning to. She has a ball piercing just over her upper lips and a downward spike piercing just below her lower lips. Both nipples pierced with large plain rings- the only thing adorning her chest; which is utterly flat otherwise. She also has a very thick septum ring. Contrasting her hair- her skin is white. May looks like a bold, goth girl at a glance. Coupled with her aware but silent body language- intimidates people. Which is unfortunate because she is too shy to go up to them- so if no one approaches her, she doesn’t get to talk to anyone. That is how she and Monica became close friends- Monica was one of the few other girls to approach her, so May naturally latched onto her. She is a gamer, and like in the real world- her radio silence has gotten her misinterpreted by many other players. Her skill coupled with her lack of communication has most people assume she is an arrogant try-hard when she does well, or automatically passes her off as an amateur noob who barely knows how to play when she doesn’t do well. She never speaks up to prove them wrong. Start of December, she gets a wave of drawing commissions so like Monica; instead of being vacation time, this season ends up being a frantic rush. She wanders around her house half naked every so often- letting her hand un-cramp before returning to her art tablet. Tel appeared in her home, but phased out of this plane of reality so she could not perceive him. Most humans tend to react… negatively to the presence of demons. So, after following her around in her house a bit while unseen, Tel decided… he didn’t need an introduction. He could skip the whole awkward explanation in the first place- she doesn’t actually need to know what is going on for him to still do it. May was going to be home all day so she never bothered to get dressed in the first place- she only tossed on an oversized night shirt that only covers one shoulder at a time, and droops low enough to cover her butt and crotch. Her bare feet slap softly on the tile floor of the kitchen as she refills a glass with water and slowly returns to her bedroom again. She plops heavily in her computer chair, spinning in the seat twice before facing the monitor and sighing at the character she is in the middle of drawing for a commission. Even the characters she draws are all busty. Puberty forgot to modify her body at all. Sad she had to put up with periods and berserk hormones- she was looking forward to getting boobs as one of the very few happy side effects of growing up. Now 28 years old, she kinda gave up holding out for her boobs to come in. She sips her water while nudging her chair back and forth by putting her left foot on the edge of the desk, and then picked the stylus up with her right foot and started doodling in the rest of the sketch layer using her foot so she could keep sipping her water, leaned back. It is the sketch layer- it doesn’t matter if its sloppy, she is the only person who is going to see it anyway. May gently rubs her tummy with her left hand. It felt a bit odd, like… an almost tingly feeling but too subtle to really put her finger on. The skin started to feel unusually smooth, almost rubbery- the skin tightening pulled the pours flatter, making it seem unnaturally smooth. Pulling taut across her upper crotch, compressing the tissue into two points. She stopped drawing and drinking to look at the area, confused. The skin looks shinier there from tightening but otherwise there is nothing visibly off. She could feel it with her exploring hand though- there is two points where the skin feels stiffer and denser than it should be. Her playing at these two points causes the coloration to shift to a diffused red, before they start to puff up and stick out into two bumps, almost looking like large bug-bites at first! They feel good to touch though. A gentle tingle of pleasure radiating through the area from those two points. Pleasure in her upper crotch though caused her pussy to wake up as well. Her pubic mound slowly starting to puff up, her clit stiffening and poking out of its hoodie. No panties on to slow her down. A partially drawn smut image on the monitor in front of her. Her breathing becomes deeper and her exploring hand gradually slips down, over her pubic mound and two fingers hook around either side of her clit to penetrate herself. She wished she had fat, balloon tits like some of these characters she gets hired to draw! Then she could approach Bryan… Her fingers just gripped her lust-fattened passage, her eyes locked on the drawn boobs on the screen as she moans at a radiant pleasure self-perpetuating in her lower body! The taut skin of her upper crotch filled with warmth, then pleasure- as if also filled with fat. Two soft jiggly hills form on her upper crotch, causing the skin to blush, the diffused red of the two bumps spreading across the hills they now crown. But then the bumps darken further to a grey-red. Her skin cells rapidly expanding and then pulling apart- dividing so quickly they produce a sound almost like someone’s fingers playing across an inflated balloon, only lowered a few pitches. By the time she actually breaks her eye contact with the boobs on the screen it looks like she has a pair of boobs herself… just not where they are supposed to be. The bumps now pushed forward from internal pressure are full on nipples while the hills under them are the size of D cup breasts and still rapidly swelling! She grabbed one in either hand from shock, but then her mouth hung open and she lets out a series of rapid, breathless moans that were so tight they sounded more like a mouse squeaking. She thrust her hips forward on reflex from the pleasure of squeezing her new endowments, thrusting the rubbery smooth flesh even harder into her hands! As if from the pressure of her grip; her nipples itch with internal pressure and are forced even longer and wider! The bigger they get the more cone-like their shape becomes. They are also not centered on the fronts of her new tits- so the larger they get the more obvious it is that they are angled out toward the sides slightly. The red hue starts to fade, and the grey coloration of the flesh gradually deepens still further till the teats are black. The same then happens to the tits, and slowly the corruption of her skin colors spreads off the new endowments entirely and starts to cover the rest of her form, crotch-first. The pleasure is too much for her to comprehend the rest of it, or even attempt to put together what is happening to her in the first place. Every point of contact between her hand and tits feels so good! Like scratching an itch you didn’t know you even had! They love being squeezed! Fighting the taut surface tension with her grip. As they get bigger it is increasingly obvious that these are not breasts though- they are not two separate growing orbs of fat; they are joined in the middle. The divot between them is caused by a wall of internal muscle… this is a pair of udders!! The higher her pleasure rises the further the color changes of her skin. First from white to diffused red, to grey-red, then grey, and finally true black. A pit splotchy at the border between skin tones till it all ends in black and harmonizes regardless. Bigger and bigger the udders swell- each segment stood up in the shape of a football from the skin tension somehow still managing to hold up the weight of the swelling fat. Each the size of a watermelon each! Then still a bit bigger than that before finally stopping! Blushing, whimpering in the intense pleasure, May sits a bit more upright before shoving both palms into the tops of her udders, squashing the bottom flat against the chair and grinding the smooth flesh against her pussy trapped below! She thrust forward, humping her own fat tits and skyrockets toward an orgasmic high to release her from her hormone daze! She squeals out in pleasure and in a sudden wave- from root to tip, her orgasm somehow bleached her hair. It went from raven black to a cream color, near-white. She continued to hump her udders to ride the orgasm out before finally sinking into the chair limp to rest. The moment she let go of the tits they spring back into an almost perfect oval shape each- they are too taut to lose their shape. As you could probably expect, May freaked out once her head cleared. Which is why Tel didn’t show himself and just took a show-don’t-tell approach. With no explanation, and far too shy to seek help, she eventually resigned to just dealing with it for now. Monica knows a lot about magic, so she could probably figure this out- but was off on business for now, so May would have to put a pin in that idea. On one hand- she finally got the tits she always wished she had. On the other hand… wrong kind of tits, and her hair and skin color have swapped places. Her hair was black and her skin was white, now her hair is white and her skin is black. Even if she could somehow cover up the udders, she can’t cover her skin entirely to go out like this. Telathrean was not done with her, but… let those changes sink in for now, so she wouldn’t get overwhelmed. While she slept that night though, her dreams were oddly erotic and flashed between scenarios as her mind played through what-ifs related to her changes, since it still did not know the origin. Moaning and rolling around in her bed tangled the blankets around her, which then caused lovers to appear caressing her in her dreams- her sleeping mind interpreting the touch of the twisted sheets as other bodies against her. Her tail bones start to grow, extending every so slightly, the muscle of her lower back branching down to fatten the new nub into a cone shape! Her ears heat up and with a gentle tugging feeling they start to shift their shape. The cartilage spreading thin and flat, but muscles swelling in the base where they cinch, giving mobility to the normally stationary extremities. More and more leaf-shaped. A thin fur grows on their back- but is the same black as her skin now is, making it hard to tell it is there at all. She eventually rolls herself over onto her belly, filling her crotch with her own tit flesh and starts humping her udders while still fully asleep! The cone shaped tail over her butt starts to bloom with fur as well- but this fur is instead cream colored and forms a mess of tight, compressed curls… wool, not fur. All features of a ewe. Her thrusts become more aggressive, the bed springs creaking. The veil of dreams starts to thin. The rush of pleasure of kneading her stiff clit into her own fat udders is getting too intense for her to sleep through. A glistening line of natural lube drips from her pussy down the surface of the udders. Her vulva itself starts to shift. Her clit stretches a big bigger and oblong, but then the clitoral hood also grows longer- too long for the clit to be able to expose itself, forming into a soft spike of flesh. The rest of her labia clench tightly together, pursing a bit in the middle as it takes an elongated leap shape; the sex of a female Ovid. She wakes herself up, shoving her upper body off the bed with her hands in confusion but that unintentionally mashes her lower half down harder against her rubbery tits! “Aaaah! Aa-a-aaah-aaeeeh? Eh-e-e-e-e-e-eh!!” Her moans degrade unintentionally to bleating. Her pupils stretch sideways into rectangles as her iris expand enough to hide the whites of her eyes, making them appear darker than they actually are. The bridge of her nose lets out a dull thunk and becomes a bit wider, but then a good bit longer. Her jaws also lengthen- causing the end of her nose to be level with her upper lips, so the bottom of her nose faces forward, not down. She has a demi-muzzle! Her pussy clenches harder, causing the muscle ribs of her inner walls to juice themselves- rejecting the lube its been building up in a stuttered eruption as her muscles flutter in orgasm. Her cotton-ball tail twitching randomly. “Sh… sh-sheep?? I am turnnn-n-ne-e-e-ehing into a sheep!?” The darkness at the foot of her bed coalesced into the form of Telathrean. “I think this might be the first time counting sheep has woken someone up, rather than put them to sleep.” “Who… I… still drem-m-mehing?” He chuckled, smiling at her and walking right up to the bed so she could see him a bit better. She woke herself up before dawn, so even through the window there is no light yet. “It is okay. I am here to help you. Your friend is far away right now, isn’t she?” He leaned in closer. “She IS right? I didn’t get the wrong person, riiiight?” “Monica?” “Yup.” He sighed. “Thank God I got the right person, haha. That would have been embarrassing. Third time was a charm.” “Th-third?” “Unimportant! I have been summoned to help you get to her for Christmas, but- doing so completely free of charge to you is a little tricky, even WITH magic. So… you’ll have to bare with me on this.” “I’m… not dreamm-m-ming? Wae-e-e-e-e-eh! W-what does turne-e-e-ehng m-mmm-me-e-e-eh into a-a-a-ah sheep have to do with going to Monica?” Tel just rolled his wrist while glancing away a moment. “Well, you know, complicated magic… stuff. I needed to the thing, for this to over to the other location and without any for this into, it would only.” “Wat.” “Exactly.” She was too sleepy to figure out what he was talking about- both from just waking up but also physically tired from just having another orgasm. Also, Tel was deliberately spouting nonsense just to avoid having to actually explain any of it to her- and thus not giving her a chance to argue. Because of course there was other ways to do this that didn’t involve turning her into this. But that wouldn’t be as fun! Tel reached over and gently picked up her right foot, thumb on top and his fingers gently rubbed the bottom. “The first step is making sure you are comfortable. You always wanted bigger breasts, yes?” She blushed. “A-a-ah, how did..? I mean, no, I… not like this…” “Just relax my dear. No need to stress over this- just follow the herd and you will get back to your friend, no matter where she is.” He took both her feet into his hands, massaging them. It felt weird having someone with such gnarled flesh touch her, but the massage started to feel oddly pleasant. Heat started to build up in her toes, then with a dull click and crack- her feet started to stretch longer! His firm grip actually shifted their structure! But while the cracks and snaps sounded like they should be painful- it felt more like a good stretch. As if the human shape had been the incorrect one, and the Ovid form was her correct body! She squirmed a bit out of embarrassment and confusion still at the situation, but between how tired and out of it she felt, and his firm grip- he remained massaging her feet. Working her flesh like she were made of clay- slowly sculpting it into a new shape. May gripped the bed with her hands, rocking her hips almost on idle reflex- feeling the weight of her udders rocking back and forth in her lap as Telathrean sculpts her feet. Every pass of his hand down her foot seems to stretch it longer! Her ankle looked like it was getting pushed up her leg in the process- but it was actually her shin shortening. Because her shin got shorter at the same time her foot gets longer; it looks more like the ankle is moving than the leg itself shifting. The bones in her legs getting bigger but also the joints become more simplistic- larger bones in a leg that is no wider than it had already been simply causes them to fuse together- forming into much fewer, much larger bones. What had been the body of her foot instead unites into a single cannon bone. As it lengthens her toes are shoved into one another, but once the canon bone is formed the bones in her toes expand as well, shoving them back apart. When they divide the middle toe is completely gone- absorbed half into either of the toes beside it, causing them to grow faster than the two outside of those. The two middle toes get so big that they force the other two to fold back toward one another, and then they are sealed in place- the nails bulk up and darken into hoof segments becoming dew claws. The middle toes into the primary segments of a cloven hoof. Barely noticeable- a black fur spread up her legs from the knuckles of her toes as this happened, so by the time he stopped it covered up to her knees before stopping. Tel vanished and in the blink of an eye re-appeared standing over her on the bed! May quickly went to grab and cover her udders afraid he was going to touch her there, but instead offered a hand down to her as if to help her stand up. “Come, my dear! You want to be with your friend, no? Having a little fun on the way is just icing on the cake!” She gave him her hands, but instead of helping her up off the bed, he crouched down, and started massaging her hands! Oh no! She needs those to draw! She was about to yank them out of his grip but in crouching down he lightly sat his butt down onto her udders, which caused a spark of pleasure and dropped her defenses again! Squishing her udders in at all causes them to become glossy-smooth from the pressure. Like her legs; her fingers start to grow a fine black fur while he molds their shape- each push and tug deforming them a little bit more. Her thumb regressing in size, devolving while the rest gets longer. The hundreds of tiny complicated bones in the body of the hand compressing into cannon bones robbing the dexterity from her hands. There is a pressure in her nose, like someone gently tugging on her face, but without the sensation of anything touching the surface of her face. Her thoughts swimming- the sensations dulling her mind. May lets out a few breathy bleats- meant to be words of protest but too tired and thoughts to muddled to form into actual words. The fur on her legs starts to slowly progress further as well, but quickly fades to cream colored on her thighs… she doesn’t grow fur on her body- the body is all wool. Blood flow surges to her fingertips- the digits getting thicker but shorter, and the missing mass instead bulking her nails. Thicker, darker- shape deforming as the size surpasses what her fingers can host, till they overtake the ends of her digits entirely. Pinky and index are forced back, turning to dewclaws while the middle and ring fingers become the primary segments of her new hooves! By the time he is done with her hands, the fur has already consumed her arms! It shifts to wool just before her shoulders and billows out into tight, compressed curls! Telathrean vanishes and re-appears in her computer chair to the right of the bed, just grinning and watching. Even without his touch, her transformation doesn’t seem to be stopping this time. The muddled thoughts and pressure in her face still build. Her legs get tugged up- the muscles tightening in a way that would hurt to keep them completely straight out and flat like that, but as she kicks them up her pelvis lets out a loud, hollow pop! The joint shifts! It locks her into a quadruped structure! She squirms, thinking something is moving around under her only to realize its wool growing on her back! Her shirt starts to lift up away from her body on a growing cloud of wool! Her already wool-colored hair starts to change structure, curling in on itself, reeling back up toward her head as it becomes more and more like actual wool. Black fur spreads from her ears around the edges of her face and then in on her face itself. The sounds coming from her head are very quiet- but because they come from her head itself; they are extremely loud to May. The pressure becomes too much in her face, and it starts to stretch out, giving her head and increasingly triangular shape! Her muzzle growing in fully- forcing her eyes to the sides of her longer head, and her forehead getting angled steeply back, forced back by the expanding muzzle, which causes her ears to shift closer to the top of her changed head. Her bleating becomes louder as her face stretches, like she is trying to assert her identity but the only sounds she can make are also sheep, so it has the opposite effect. The wool cocoon around her torso becomes to enormous it actually lifts her partially off the bed, fighting her body weight. All four limbs above her, kicking limply. Luckily her piercings seem to shift somewhat to her form- otherwise the septum ring would have fucked her nose up by now. Although the rings that were formerly in her human nipples are now just through regular skin on her chest, buried in wool. She lets out a very loud bleat and abruptly shuts her mouth- startling herself by the sound! Her voice cracked suddenly, making it sound much deeper… no longer her voice making sheep sounds; an actual sheep’s voice. The strange, pleasurable feelings finally fade, letting her thoughts re-sharpen, but the transformation is already over at this point. She flops onto her side so she can fold her legs under herself and stand up on her bed. Telathrean just smiles and pats her head. “There, that was an interesting experience, now wasn’t it? And you are no worse for wear. Don’t worry- this is just a temporary form till I can get you to Monica.” Using his tail, Tel spun himself several times in the chair. “But on that note… you’ve had a thing for Bryan, huh?” “B-ba-a-a-a-ah. Beh. Be-e-a-ah.” She grunts in frustration- trying to talk back to the demon but only able to bleat. Tel’s smile widened. “If you want him… I can… have that arranged too.” ----- [b][center][u]Day II : Stop Swineing[/u][/b][/center] ----- Justine woke up the next day to the sound of Telathrean talking to a bleating sheep! Now with her ill-fitting shirt removed, May is utterly naked in the form of a feral sheep in his living room, with abnormally large udders that barely clear the floor under her. He yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he starts the coffee machine. “What… what is with the sheep? Some sort of ritual sacrifice for your spell or something?” Tel slowly turned to him with his brows scrunched up. “Dude, that is fucked up. We only use humans for those. But no- this is actually May, the first of your list of friends to bring over!” He spit the coffee out in shock, immediately putting the mug back into the machine to refill. “Why the hell is she a sheep?!” Telathrean sat down in the easy chair at the end of the coffee table to put his feet up. “Okay, so here is my process, right? I want to grant your wish, but I also want to have fun with it, so I add in some dire consequences clause. You know, like an evil genie. ‘I will grant you wish, BUT-’ sort of deal. But I don’t want to just like, slap some random prank onto the end, right? You want it to be IRONIC.” “Could you maybe… skip the cursed side effects part?” He squinted. “No. Don’t tell a master how to do his craft. Anyway- don’t interrupt me, I lose my concentration easily- I am from the Otherside so I have a natural affinity for people’s emotions and desires. If I tried to fuck with YOUR wish, it would be hard to do without y’know, making granting it pointless. So I can’t do that. But I can grant other desires as an extension of this wish and fuck those up!” Justin took another sip of his coffee and actually swallowed this one, motioning down with his other hand at May. “So…?” “She always wanted bigger breasts. And her personality- it is sheepish! Ha! Get it?” She nips his hand and then angrily trots over to the couch, crouches, and managed to leap up high enough to scramble onto the cushions to get comfortable. Justin shook his head. “Okay, I guess… but how does that connect to the initial wish? I’d have just as much trouble getting a sheep to Monica as I would a woman.” “This is part of a process- this is sort of the intermediary portion. I need to collect everyone first before I can start the next step. So… Bryan Is next on the list.” “You’re… going to turn him into something too?” Tel pointed at him with a smile. “Now you’re getting it. Don’t worry about a thing Justin, just let the artist work. May seem like abstract lines and colors now, but it will all come together into a beautiful picture in the end. As long as there isn’t a full moon before then that triggers the self-immolation thing.” “The what?” “Nothing.” Bryan was at the mall today, looking for a Christmas present he could get his sister secretly, while turning his nose up at the other Christmas shoppers much less subtly. He leans against a planter bordering the food court, with his hands in the pockets of his bright red biker jacket. His hair is curly but cut short- only long enough to cover his ears, so the curls just cause it to look wild and untamable. His hair is blonde, his eyes sky blue, and his skin peach toned. He wears a pair of glasses that look a bit too large for his face, with rose tinted lenses- which overlap the blue color of his eyes to make it look like his iris are purple. Good looking and always adorned with ‘loud’ and fashionable clothing, Bryan isn’t typically the sort of person Monica would befriend. She actually befriended him on accident- it was May who was crushing on him. Then Monica tried to approach him several times on her behalf and unintentionally became friends with him, while May’s feelings remain unheard- Bryan never got the hint. And that is secretly why he despises Christmas. He has no one to spend it with. His parents departed a few years ago leaving him only his sister as the sole family member he actually has contact with, and they have always had a bit of a rivalry relationship. If things got rough, they would have each other’s backs, but typically spend as little time in one another’s presence as possible. And in spite of his cool-guy appearance… Bryan has been single for a very long time. His last relationship was a high-school fling- twelve years ago. So, he sneers at all this holiday nonsense. All the toys and candy is great fun for kids, but he is an adult now- he doesn’t live in this happy-go-lucky fantasy world anymore. He is in the real world, which is a harsh and cold place. Telathrean appeared on his shoulder, only a few inches tall. “You are way cooler than these chump shoppers, getting conned into buying whatever crap their presented.” “Damn right.” “You should burn the mall down!” Bryan slowly turned to look at the devil on his shoulder, then glanced at his other shoulder before back at Tel. “Isn’t there supposed to be an angel on that one?” Tel shrugged. “Its the holiday season- she’s on vacation.” He snapped his fingers and a tiny flame ignited on the tips “So what do you say?” Bryan lowered his brows. “I am not committing arson.” “You aren’t committing to this bit, either.” “Huh?” “Just because you put on a crown, doesn’t mean you are a king. A pig in human clothing is still a pig. Bryan.” He felt a strange sensation through his body like a gentle wave and quickly stood up straight, knowing the little devil had done something. The tiny Tel jumped ship and opened his wings up to flutter in the air beside Bryan- none of the people around them are able to perceive him, so only Bryan can see the demon. He inhaled sharply, about to put the little imp on blast, but instead surprised himself when he oinked! He bows forward and puts his hands over his ears because of a tugging sensation in them! Longer, thinner, broader! The cartilage thins in his ears as they expand! They are hot to the touch from increased circulation because of the changes, and he can hear his own heartbeat in them. No! He spends so much time making himself look prim and proper! He can’t have animal ears, how the heck is he going to hide that?! They become pointed, but also broader at the same time, like triangles at first, then more of a teardrop shape! He holds his hands to them as if he could somehow physically restrain them from expanding but of course his physical intervention does nothing of the sort. They stretch so large that they become bigger than his hands can even cover up in the first place, and also too thin to support their own weight, causing them to fold over at the halfway points! The changes stopped but his embarrassment was only beginning! His face bright red now, he looks around at the people giving him side-glances and scurries into the food court so the planters around its borders would block the view of most people. The court was not especially populated but given it is the shopping season- it certainly is not empty, either. For now no one takes notice of him at least, because he has no way to cover his ears if they do look. “Turn me back you little shit!” Telathrean crossed his arms, still hovering in the air nearby. “Well I was already going to, but not after you talked to me like that!” “No you weren’t.” “Haha, yea I really wasn’t.” Another subtle wave passed through him, and the muscles in his feet suddenly clench and then start to squirm on their own, deforming into another shape! This puts pressure on the bones within, which start to click and pop into new positions too! He staggers back, almost tripping over a one of the seats affixed to the floor by an empty table. He catches himself on the edge of the table, so he is leaned over the chair awkwardly. He groans and grits his teeth- curling his toes and trying to tense all the muscles himself as if flexing would prevent their change. Like his earlier efforts to resist- this has no actual effect other than to make his own change more uncomfortable than it needed to be. His feet stretch, leaving his largest toe behind as it starts to regress, both in size and complexity, devolving away into nothing. At first losing one toe and his feet stretching longer made his shoes loose fitting on the sides, but then tightened on the front and back, shoving his ankle into the back of his shoe increasingly hard as it tries to grow longer than his shoes allow. His toenails become thicker and darker- and because his foot is wedged against the front of the shoe so hard; the sharper, expanded nails slice four holes in the front of his sock. His ankle pops out, and Bryan snorts again in surprise, making his face blush even harder. You could even say it glows. The elastic of his sock still tries to cling in place, pulling the front back, allowing the forming hoof segments to emerge from the holes in the front of it in his shoes. While his toes remain in the front of the shoe, his ankles rise still higher out of it. Many bones into one. When his outer toes are forced to fold behind the primary ones, they remain fairly close to the ground, the shape of a porcine trotter. The changes seem to slow a bit, and as soon as Bryan glances around he spots two people glancing at him with cocked eyebrows! He spins around and tries to walk back further away from them casually, but immediately trips over his own ill-fit shoes, stumbling out of them and then freezing in place in surprise by the sound of his own hooves against the floor! They are rather narrow and small compared to his actual legs, making them a bit precarious to balance on as well. “S-stop! I’ll do what you want just turn me back already!” “I haven’t made any demands yet. You’ll do whatever I want?” “Y-yea, sure, whatever.” “Okay- I want you to change more.” “You lit-tah! Wh-whuh, n-n-no!” He quickly covered his crotch, bowing forward with a surprised look on his face. His nostrils flare wide enough to stretch the front of his nose slightly and he oinks again on accident! The familiar rush of blood to his groin of a rapid erection- except this one against his will. This obviously wasn’t induced by arousal, it was a side-effect of change. Filling so quickly pushed against the fabric of his pants creating a bulge, which then caused him to take his hands away out of fear the contact will only make things worse. It rubs against his underpants up toward the waist . The drum of his heart is strong in its veins, before a dull but constant and radiant pleasure fills it as it starts to expand beyond what its supposed to be capable of! Tel shrugged with a grin. “Now you will be almost as cocky as you pretend to be.” Being stretched by the internal blood pressure puts enough pressure onto the pleasure receptors to trigger them all at once, without anything needing to actually touch his cock. It wedges itself under the waist and grows out of his underpants! It grows past his pants, forcing him to quickly pull his shirt out to make sure it grows under his shirt and not over it! He watches the bulge travel up, unable to stop it! The further it is stretched from its human size, it also loses its human shape, becoming narrow and tapered the longer it gets. His glans seem to twist around the shaft as the throbbing beat of his heart hammers the new shape into his flesh from the inside out. Thanks to his glans forming a spiral around the otherwise tapered tip- it makes his dick shaped like a screw on the last third… the phallus of a pig. The shaft only as thick as his pinky finger, the length was enough to poke the bottom of his rib cage if he tried to bend over. With a muffled, soft gurgling and a quiet sound almost like stretching leather; his balls then start to expand! As soon as the pleasure dies down in his cock, a new one is made by his balls- though a different kind of pleasure. This almost like the tingle of anticipation. A swelling load, increased production, and a pleasant weight welling up. His instincts telling him he needs to nut because he is too backed up. The skin blushes an almost neon pink as his pants shove away from his body- his balls taking up all the room in his underpants and pulling his pants away from him to make more room!! All the crinkles and creases that are normally on the scrotum vanish, and the skin pulls so taut that the sparse hairs growing on it fall out, leaving it shiny and smooth! Bryan goes cross-eyed a moment, groaning at the feeling. Even his prostate twitched, its own fluid production gone into overdrive and filled to max. Testicles generally make what they shoot on the go- they aren’t really designed with long-term storage in mind. His load was growing massive, forcing his balls to stretch around it, and creating a constant tingle like he was about to erupt into orgasm- but without any directly pleasure, he never goes over the edge. They expand to hold more but also keep getting more to hold, so he is constantly held at the very brink without ever tipping over. Chicken eggs in size, then tennis balls, then softballs, then ostrich eggs, then honeydew melons!! His pants are being held almost three inches out from his torso by his balls taking up all the space, which exposes the new pink sheath around his dick, before the shaft itself is hidden under his shirt! He makes a few desperate sounding snorts, then grunts as his cock throbs hard and spews a load of cum. Tel laughed. “And just think- that was just the overflow. Your actual orgasm could last a half hour. Finally you have the big cajones you always wanted!” By now obviously a lot of people were gawking at him, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. The blush on his face is now permanent- the skin color turned pink, his entire body turning the neon pink his nuts adopted. He goes to run forward but after a few loud clacks he almost trips- remembering he is balanced precariously on small hooves now. He freezes, seeing all the crowds of people rushing through the hall to could see him. But if he backs up into the food court, the people gawking at him already will probably call the police or some government scientists to look at him. So he freezes on the steps between the two areas- with large planters on either side cutting direct view of him. “T-turn me back, dude! I am going to be dead on some scientists autopsy table!” Telathrean cocked his own eyebrow now. “Why would anyone do THAT? It is not that big of a deal, my man.” “I look like a freak!” “Oh, yea… they can’t actually see that.” “...what?” “Yea, I blocked their ability to perceive your changes- only you and me can actually tell you changed.” “...then why are they all looking at me like I am a freak?!” Tel shrugged. “They can’t see my changes to you- they can still see how you are acting. What can I say, you’re acting sus.” He shrugged again with an increasingly large smile. [i]Sus (/ˈsuːs/) is the genus of domestic and wild pigs, within the even-toed ungulate family Suidae.[/i] Bryan’s eyes slowly narrowed at the pun. “You motherfucker.” He grabbed Tel out of the air and squeezed to try and crush the little demon, but a sharp stabbing pain made him open his hand quickly- revealing Tel teleported himself a foot away... and swapped a cactus into his previous position. Bryan quickly started to pluck the thorns out, but as he did his hand suddenly started to look quite swollen, and then started to click and crack! The muscles did not respond to his input correctly- it is changing!! He shook his head in horror, stumbling back and plopping his butt down on a step of the stairs, helplessly watching his hands succumb to the same fate as his feet did! Thumb getting short, simple. Less like a digit and more like a wad of useless flesh, before regressing into nothing at all. His hands stretching, the bones compressing together and his fingers becoming short and very wide to accommodate the nails as they overtake the ends as another set of cloven hooves! Before that change even fully finished, his whole body started to feel odd. Warm, and a subtle pleasure like a good stretch. His nose entered his own field of vision- the end flaring large enough to create some soft crinkles in the skin on the end as it upturns, growing longer from his face! He keeps snorting and oinking on accident! Bryan finally drops the act of false bravado and decides to retreat- simply running from Telathrean in hopes he can exit the spell’s effect range! He scrambled up the steps on all fours before teetering back onto two hooves and darting forward, hooves clicking rapidly against the tile floor. Several more people stare at him in confusion wondering why he seems so distressed and in such a hurry. They can neither tell that he is transforming, nor can they see the little demon fluttering after him. His socks slip off entirely, almost tripping him as he passes between the two groups of food stands at the centre of the court. Why did they suddenly let go? Whatever- keep running, devil is still following him. Jacket falls down, catches at his elbows only because his arms lift a bit in surprise and catch it. His shirt oddly loose. His pants cling to him just because his balls are so enormous. His hooves sound lighter on the floor and he realizes everything looks bigger!! He isn’t turning into just any sort of pig... he is turning into one of those mini pigs people keep as house pets!! His body is shrinking! But that forces out any and all trapped air in his guts, causing him to start to burp- and then when he inhales sharply after, he snorts unintentionally. The smaller he gets the less human his form becomes, like the human body is getting shrink-wrapped around the form of a pig already inside of him. The smaller he gets the rounder his form gets! His toned stomach suddenly looking round! His handsome face now has a short snout, drawing his glasses further from his eyes! His wild blond hair starts to fall out!! His limbs are shrinking even faster than the rest of him, getting thicker but disproportionately short compared to his body, which makes his movement increasingly awkward. It is getting hard to remain upright, never mind run fast enough to try and lose Tel! He gets to the other side of the food court and can already barely walk! He is practically waddling- because his balls are still gigantic. Hair falls out, snout grows so large and pulls his face so far out that the arms of the glasses can no longer reach his ears, causing them to slip and fall off. His jacket falls off because its too big to hang onto him without him actively trying to keep it on. His pants feel like a skirt from flopping around so loose before even his giant balls are too small to keep them on and they fall off. He trips on them just as he gets to the stairs down to the main hall on the opposite side of the food court, and tumbles down the steps! He tries to stand back up but can’t! His body is so round, so awkward! Several people cock their brow at him as they walk past, wondering what the hell he is trying to do, struggling to get up onto two legs repeatedly and failing. Limbs too short! He can’t stop snuffling quietly because his breathing is so rapid from having been running. He looks back at the approaching Tel, smiling back at him. He squeals and tries to dart forward but ends up running out the collar of his shirt! The shirt remained where it was and he walked his entire body out of the collar! He is the size of a football at this point! Doesn’t look anything like himself! He can’t even talk! He looks nervously between the people all around he is trying to hide from but utterly surrounded. He looks at Tel approaching and knows he can’t run anywhere without calling still more attention to himself. He can’t get help if he can’t even talk, and everyone is going to perceive him as a regular pig while also not thinking there is anything weird about the fact he is in a mall. He has no other options- he has to just play whatever games Tel wants to play, because he is also the only one that can turn Bryan back to normal. Telathrean returns to his normal size, chuckling at the tiny plump pig, snuffling in confusion at his feet before scooping him up. “There- much more portable now, aren’t you? Which is good- because I have been tasked with taking you to Monica.” “Oink?” “Well, I wasn’t asked to turn you into a pig, but it will help me take you to Monica, so. Don’t worry- I will turn you back. Eventually.” ----- [u][b][center]Day III : Hung Like Her[/u][/b][/center] ----- Clover and Ken are quite a pair. Clover had been having a hard time finding a boyfriend before Ken because she tends to... intimidate them. She is beautiful, but she is also over six and a half feet tall. Most of that is leg. Clover sports a C cup pair on her chest, nothing to brag about but also the perfect size to completely fill a human hand. Now her hips- those are something. And to make use of all that real estate; her butt is big, but not fat, so it jiggles instead of wobbles. Then a meaty pair of thighs after that and legs for days. Her skin is brown like milk chocolate, her hair almost identical in colour only slightly more diffused, and then her eyes are also the same colour just a bit more vibrant. In contrast to the two tones of brown around it- her iris can actually be mistaken for being red. Her hair is usually tied back in a long pony tail to almost her mid-back. A lot of the weaker man shy away from a woman taller than they are, so, she had a time finding someone to play with. But that is why her and Ken made such an easy coupling- they had no idea what they looked like when they originally met. They met in- of all places- the forum of a fetish website. The conversation got taken to Discord and after years of back n forth little bits of real-life information slip out and eventually they realize they are a man and woman, and may just be the perfect pair. Clover was Monica’s friend first, from college, but once Clover got with Ken, he entered Monica’s friend circle too. Clover and Ken really are kind of just the male and female versions of the same person. Ken is only average height so- Clover is a good bit taller. Dark peach toned skin and black hair- he is muscular but not bulky muscle. He has a lean build from being a Football player. Or... Soccer player, depending on where you live. He usually keeps his hair bound back in a ponytail too, but his is just a tightly-bound two inch long plume behind his head. His eyes are a vibrant moss green. And as you can imagine of a pair who met on a fetish site; they like to get... creative, in the bedroom. They both share a whole slew of fetishes, though Hyper is their primary one. Unfortunately all fetishes for things that cannot actually happen in the real world without the use of magic. And you better believe magic of that calibre is only available to rich. So outside of porn websites who make their living off recording the use of said magic- they have to take a more DIY and role-playing approach. Neither of them can suddenly grow a horse cock with the same diameter as their arm- but they have a strap-on that does. Neither of them have four lactating tits the size of a small beachball each... but they have latex foam breast moulds that size- modify them so two pairs can be worn at once, and then run a milk pump into them under the arms and voilà! One night, Ken was using the strap-on on her, riding her doggy style. The front of the strap had been modified with a gel vaginal cast- so he was still sticking his actual dick into a pleasant hole. Telathrean phased into their house and found them easily enough, but remained melded into the shadows, not wanting to interrupt the couple. Eh, he will just give them a little gift to enjoy for now and come back when they are done to actually explain the situation. Clover felt the magic enter her and it went straight to her clit, causing it to pop completely out of its hoodie on its own. She of course didn’t actually know it was a magic spell- she just assumed Ken managed to find a sweet spot while plowing her. That is the biggest advantage of using an absurdly oversized member- its hard not to hit the sweet spot because you hit everything at the same time. Her pussy is stretched so tightly around the shaft that you could put your hand up her ass and feel the exact shape of the cock through her intestinal lining. Ken wears a torn up, too-small shirt while Clover wears a harness on her face that looks like the bit for a horse, but also serves to hold a rubber horse muzzle over her face. She pretends to be a pretty, flirty mare, while Ken is a man turned half-horse under the influence of a cursed full moon! Try as he may to resist her wiles, his ever-growing member wont let him think of anything but! With every forward thrust he fills her completely, bulging out her lower stomach, and managing to get the shaft far enough in to at least pop the rubbery medial ring inside- which stretches her opening far enough that her clit is smeared across the surface before it flicks inside and strums her tight pleasure nerves like the strings of a guitar. With each inward thrust though- her clit rises up, a bit larger and a bit more aggressively hard. Blushing purple from the blood pressure inside. Because it only advances when he thrusts in- it masks the change as just amplified pleasure, preventing either of them from noticing anything amiss. At first the glans just bloat enormous- having a bullet-shape by default, but broadening now into a more mushroom shape. Most of the clit is internal- lining the vulva and projecting the labia forward on a plump hill of pleasure receptors... but slowly it draws forward, concentrating and shoving the glans forward. Because it has to collect together from either side in order to do that- this ends up pushing her urethra up as well! Only when the urethra is shoved high enough to merge into the continually engorging glans is there enough of the internal clit built up behind them that it shoves the entire thing forward and out! Pulse and grow, tingle, pulse and grow, tingle. In and out- the rhythm of the false cock dictating the growth of the real deal. The clitoral hood does its best to swell larger too, its colour changing though from its normal deep diffused red to instead better match her regular skin tone! It becomes a bit darker still than even her normal skin- due to the high concentration of blood flow within. It cannot keep up with the mutating clit, but instead wraps around the base like a sleeve... a forming sheath. A nest of plump skin folds for her new genitals to sleep in. The bigger the mutating clit becomes the less of the internal portion remains in her pussy, causing her pubic mound to deflate. The muscle ribs that line her pussy and ripple up its length in response to the pleasure shift as well. Devolving and vanishing only to re-appear in the body of the clit to support the shaft as it projects increasingly far out from her pelvic floor. It grows in girth almost as quickly as length, making it enormously thick for its size. The mushroom head flares still wider starting to resemble an umbrella. A well defined cleft parts the head into two halves, leading into a deep pit where the urethra now ends- while the urethra projects into a slight procession in the middle. The head of an ACTUAL horse cock. Clover notices it by now- not just from the echo of pleasure becoming louder and louder as they go, but because by now she can feel the tug of the mutated genitals weight on her groin as it wobbles up and down from the force of Ken’s thrusts! A glistening strand of pre connects it to the bed under them. She just gawks at it, her arousal spiking still higher as Ken unknowingly continues to fuck her. Like his false horse cock is pounding the shape into her actual sex. It flops back and forth with more and more weight. The deep diffused red of her inner vulva turns aggressive purple from the intense, pounding blood pressure stretching it still bigger and fatter. Pencil-thick veins bulge obscenely from its surface, snaking their way up from under the clitoral hood which is now almost entirely a sheath. The more muscle and meat the proto-cock engorges with, the less her vaginal passage has. Less and less of the dildo fits in her, causing Ken to shuffle back a bit to re-adjust his thrusts. Her pussy is shrinking! A strange internal pressure and a mental itch she is unfamiliar with, trying to tell her she needs to shoot, she is pent up! Her ovaries mutate- bulging larger inside of her and sinking closer to the surface as her eggs grow four writhing tails each, before bursting into a cluster of four sperm each. Demanding more space to swim in. The purple darkens to a deep bruise purple, then to a shade of brown that is nearly black! Clover flicks her head back and lets out a long moan, partially sitting back and shoving as much of the dildo into her as she can still fit. Ken pauses his thrusts in a bit of confusion- he cannot see the mutating genitals from his angle, especially when she sits up with her butt further down. The cock radiates an itchy, electrical pleasure intensely entirely on its own without any outside input! Meat against meat- her cock flesh rubbing against ITSELF. Suddenly it looks like a dick is emerging from her dick! A ring of muscle slowly bulges around the point between the two- the emerging shaft a deep pink like the glans have become, putting it at contrast with the dark brown of the existing shaft. The ring at the end of the existing shaft is the medial ring... a halfway point. New flesh peels from the old, triggering all the pleasure receptors, but then as it slides out the two layers rub each other, triggering even more pleasure. Longer and longer now- no longer growing in girth. The weight of all that blood and meat tugging at her groin as it wobbles around more erratically below her, in longer more exaggerated swings! Finally Ken realizes she is actually changing as his dildo is suddenly rejected from her entirely in spite of her not moving her hips! Her pussy became far too tiny to fit any of it inside of her at all. Then before the vaginal passage is done regressing- her labia clench closed and knit themselves together... forming a scrotum, to catch her ovaries as they finish mutating into a pair of large, meaty balls and are forced out of her from lack of room. Now a large round taint swells fat across the gap between balls and anus, as her anus clenches closed in automatic response to a new pleasure... as a prostate forms inside of her. Her anus clenches so powerfully that the muscles expand greatly, making it look like a plump, rubbery ring. A horse butt hole. Clover’s ears become pointed during her long-held moan as her body freezes in place from the shock of pleasure from her cock becoming telescopic. Tighter at the base as muscles form to give her ears the ability to pivot around and aim at sounds, giving them an overall leaf-shape. When the glans brush the bed her hips sharply raise into the air- recoiling from the too-intense pleasure. This finally gives Ken a prime view of her altered assets and he also freezes in awe- his cock twitching and oozing pre in arousal of the sight of his wife getting better endowments than his own! Her balls expand a little bit every time they clench, which means they do not grow in sync with one another- the right ball always lifts and swells a half second before the left. Her anus even enlarges as the muscular ring inside clenches and flexes. You can see her taint clench before the surge of tightness enters the shaft, bulges the urethra before causing the veins to look even more exaggerated as the shaft under them tightens and still more blood fits inside, before it relaxes but cannot return to its previous size because the blood is still trapped. Then another clench forces a little bit more room and the process repeats. Each powerful throb making it still larger. The fact it is still growing at this point means the phallus is not being sized appropriately for her current body- its becoming size-appropriate to an actual horse... which means its fucking enormous on her. Even with her hips high in the air the dick is still wobbling its way closer to the surface of the bed, now glistening from a constant ooze of pre from above! Her cock is approaching the same length as her LEGS. Veins start to bulge in the surrounding area- spreading across her entire groin area. The sheath that used to be her tiny clitoral hood is now so wide you could probably stand a 2L bottle up inside of it. Each testicle the size of an ostrich egg, then an overly round kickball... er, football, depending on where you live. You could practically hear them rumble as they churn! Ken gingerly grasped the cock from behind and Clover coos in pleasure. He uses his other hand to grab the shaft higher- just over the meaty sheath so when he rubs it his wrist jostles her heavy balls. Muscle is heavier than fat- and her balls are almost entirely muscle, so each testicle is HEAVY. Heavier than you’d think they should be. Her cock is so long that even two-handing it, he still leaves a lot of untouched meat in between. Every motion exaggerated down its length, its weight causing it to wobble with a good bit of force. Clover is almost delirious at this point, partially because she is so aroused but mostly because her body doesn’t really have enough blood to operate both this enormous dick and also her brain at the same time. Its a one or the other sort of situation. The cock is so huge at this point that Ken has to increase his grip because it bucks so hard when it throbs, that it is almost able to yank itself out of his hands. The bulbous glans are shiny smooth from internal pressure and flare so wide you could use the face as a dinner plate. It touches the bed under her! While her hips are as high up as she can go- which means the dick is as long as her legs and still attempting to grow!! Pressure increases, her face scrunches up at the sensation. She grunts and makes a micro-thrust, and there is enough give between the blankets pinned under her and the actual bed to allow her dick to slide forward! The flared head bends forward giving it a bit of wiggle room, then the shaft angles a bit further forward and bends at a less steep angle as it continues to get a bit longer! Her anus flexes, taint bulges, then the urethra before the head flares even bigger and finally Clover cums so explosively her legs give out and she falls on her side- jetting cum off the side of the bed like someone turning a garden hose on and off repeatedly! Now, obviously they had some questions once the blood flow returned to her head and she could actually think about anything at all. Telathrean wasn’t even there to answer them, though. He wandered off to do other things in the meantime so he wouldn’t interrupt. Rather than worry like the others- this was sort of Clover’s fetish, so she was turned on and eager to try her new package out. Although... typically her fantasy is riding a member like this, with a boyfriend turning into a horse- not her own body. But it was hot, regardless. Unfortunately that made it tricky for Tel to find a time to show up- because his changes turned them on so when he returned later to explain the situation... they were once again having sex, so he figured he would come back the next day. Now with a cock of her own, her first act as soon as it regained enough energy to stand up again was of course to peg Ken with it. It wasn’t the first time taking a huge member for him- though it was the first flesh-and-blood dong he was on the receiving end of. It was a bit hard to get in because she was so eager the glans were already starting to flare a bit- which meant they needed to bend the corona back a bit before it could even fit inside of him, and then once it was actually in the glans flare so wide that they can no longer fit back out without her ejaculating first. While their member is gargantuan; horse do not have a phallic bone, so when her dick hit a curve in his intestines it just bent around it and continued still deeper. The cock had finished growing the first time... so this time, every thrust she made into him caused other changes instead. Her middle finger and toe enlarging, the nail darkening- the bones of the digit even inside the body of her hand and foot growing larger, deforming the shape of the entire thing! Her stomach tightened, muscles firming and swelling. Her breasts shrink a bit but her pectorals enlarge, making it hard to tell the difference. The veins in her neck bulge and her neck becomes wider at the base. By the time she orgasms, her pupils stretch into horizontal rectangles and her cry of pleasure sounded vaguely like a neigh! Her obscene member stuffed so deep into Ken it felt like she was ejaculating into his stomach from the exit-only side. Now Ken was a bit concerned, since her condition was getting worse and they still don’t know why. Thanks to her transformation though, her dick never returned to its sheath, she remained aroused, it just went soft and flopped around heavily from her crotch, draped across the cleft between her massive ebon nuts. Because she is so tall, she was getting transformed into the biggest of horses unsurprisingly- but that meant she really dwarfed Ken now. Rather than worry with him, she clung to him, flirting and cracking jokes about her giant meat log all afternoon. Ken attempted to resume their regular plans of getting the Christmas decorations up early, so they wouldn’t be scrambling last minute like usual but she kept getting in the way- refusing to stop snuggling up to him. She couldn’t even attempt to put clothing on at this point, she got a shirt on and briefly attempted to slide on panties but her nuts alone were two times too big to fit in them, never mind the rest of her package. Ken managed to shoo her away long enough to break off and make them something to eat by the time dinner approached. Telathrean arrived again phased into the other side, ready to tell them what was going on but again encountered Clover in a... moment, and decided to come back later. As soon as Ken was in the kitchen distracted making food, Clover turned her attention solely onto her own body... which turned her on enough to once again return to full erection. She is attracted to males, but now her own body is part male; so she is self-arousing. She had nothing to fuck her or fuck in turn... however her cock is so comically large that she need only put one hand on the middle, tilt it toward herself and open her mouth. She can suck her own cock, because its easily the length of her entire body. She doesn’t even need to bend over. Once its in her mouth and the glans are wrapped in wet flesh, the pleasure causes the corona to flare and like stuffing it into Ken- its so huge in comparison to the hole its been stuffed in that she cannot remove it, its too wide to pass through her teeth again without getting off first. Luckily she can still breath through her nose. Her tongue runs laps around the divot around the projected urethra before resting against the urethra and rolling that around- feeling the pressure build in it from backed up pre before she pulls her tongue back and lets it escape into her mouth. Her boobs pressed into the shaft, both hands and still so much meat untouched! Her balls start hopping in her lap as she lands back on the couch. She was trying to watch TV but clearly got side-tracked. Her hands and feet devolve even worse- the middle digits becoming so large that the bones of the surrounding digits partially fuse into it, immobilizing all but the one per limb. Her nail becomes dark and overgrows the finger itself- spilling off either side to form a U shape. It isn’t like she could hold much dick in them regardless- she was basically just using them to hold the cock to her body and bucking her entire torso against the shaft. Her tail bone erupts a plume of hair- which grows so rapidly it feels like it is dragging the skin out along with it, but she is actually growing a short tail, at the same time she is growing the hair for the tail. Now she has a pony tail on her head and her butt! She starts to grunt, her sucking and bobbing more frantic as the pleasure increases! A transformation fantasy unfurling in real life, right before her eyes! Her wild lust consuming her! It is like she is sucking out her own humanity. Every thrust of her dick in her mouth rubs a bit more human off, revealing the untamed, horny beast she truly is! A few dull pops and clicks, her body starts to enlarge! Ribs getting wider, muscles hardening even more. Her nostrils flare and suddenly her face is filled with a blunt, persistent pressure! Click, crack, pop- the bones expand, her skull grows forward, her nose enlarges, putting it on the same level as her lips, the bottom of her nose facing forward instead of down. Her teeth larger, lips becoming loose and dexterous to cover them properly. The coloration of her lips turning to a dark grey rather than deep red. But most importantly in her mind- longer face meant she could take more cock. The longer her face gets the further into her mouth she can plunge her giant member. Then her neck starts to lengthen a bit too- a prickly, warm feeling is followed by her hairline extended from her head into a stripe down the centre of the back of her neck. More cock in her mouth! It fits in her throat without completely blocking her breathing! She can bob her head on it now! Her body gets bigger and bigger, allowing her to bend forward, angling herself so even MORE cock fits down her throat! She falls off the front of the couch and slams the coffee table away without a second thought, plopping down on all four proto-hooves, bobbing her head back and forth and thrusting with her hips to face-fuck herself. Her giant balls wobbling around like lewd pendulums. The part of her middle digits that had been the internal bone structure was now a cannon bone, and the hooves were nearly full sized already- the only indication they used to be hands and feet is the remnants of the other fingers and toes still there- shoved to either side, and a full foot up from where the hoof currently is. She has a dusting of brown fur on them too, but it is just coming in so it isn’t really a proper pelt. Breasts stretched flatter against her pecs. Full horse tail now behind her flicking back and forth happily. Her balls lift so fast they bounce off her pelvis and you can hear a quiet squelch before the urethral bulge on the front of her long cock swells massively around the load within as she ejaculates into her own mouth- forcing her to gulp it down audibly or risk drowning herself. When she leans back against the bottom of the couch, the dick leaving her mouth makes a loud satisfying pop. It wobbles around in front of her like its doing a lewd little dance before it loses enough pressure to flop over her nuts- again, softening and scrunching up but not enough to completely pack itself away into the sheath. The changes cause enough subtle pleasure to prevent her arousal from ever completely burning out. Although still turned on by it, even Clover had to admit this was a little problematic afterwards, so she was looking rather bashful when she skittered to the dinner table and sat down before Ken turned around to serve the food and froze in confusion at the 75% stallion sitting at the table- the chair she is sat in creaks like it is about to explode out from under her weight. He drops the pot he was holding in shock but Telathrean caught it, appearing in one of the empty chairs. “Hmm, you hand-mash your potatoes, huh? Do you add anything to the potatoes themselves or they just straight up and rely on the gravy?” Both Ken and Clover look at him confused- but as the slightly less confused of the two, Clover is the first to actually speak up. “And you are..?” Tel put the pot down on the table. “Oh, right, introductions. I am Telathrean Belanun, of the realm of Envy, Otherside. I was born late in the Age Of Agony in the little town of Burghest and I am a Virgo.” There was a moment of silence before Ken spoke up. “I think she meant more, like, why are you here?” “Oh- right. I actually swung by earlier but you guys seemed super busy. I am here because of- that.” He motioned over Clover’s form. “Seems you guys are away from your friend Monica this holiday and I have been summoned to fix that.” Clover leaned forward, having to put her fore-hooves on the table since she is several times too big to fit properly on this furniture. “How does me randomly turning into a stallion solve that? Also, who summoned you?! Monica??” “Oooh, close. Justin summoned me to put this together as a Christmas surprise fFOR Monica. I am tasked with gathering all her friends, and you two made the list. I checked it twice. You both came up naughty, which is nice. As for the stallion form- well technically not necessary, but I had to transform you in some way in order for phase 2 of this process to work, and that is the part that ships you off to Monica. SO. I figured- if I have to transform you into something anyway...” He motioned over her again. “Might as well be something you want.” “Wuh... well I... never wanted to be a stallion!” Tel raised a brow in mock confusion. “If you weren’t enjoying it- how did you transform this far already? I put it on a stimulus trigger so I wouldn’t actually have to loom around to monitor things.” She blushed brightly. “Er... well, I... I have been... enjoying it a bit. But it wasn’t something I actively wanted!” “But- I read your feelings and you very much love studs, one of their body parts more than the others.” “Y-yea, on someone ELSE, so I can ride said cock. Not to HAVE the cock myself! If that was your goal you should have made Ken the stud!” Ken nodded. “Yea. Wait a minute.” Tel’s smile only grew as he sees the realization dawn on Ken. “W-what were you planning to... transform me into, then?” Tel inhaled sharply. “Weeeeell, I don’t think that really matters now.” “Why?” “Because I got a lot of work to do before Christmas, I just made the trigger for hers spread to you. And she already ejaculated into you once, didn’t she? Your transformation has already technically started so... a little late for take-backs.” Clover clopped a hoof on the table to get his attention back. “Wait, wait- but how far am I going to change? If it was just the dick it would be fine but...” “You can’t look like you. Or anyone that can be easily identified. Because then border patrol might shit their pants when I try to smuggle you over to Monica. It is only temporary till I get you over there so- doesn’t really matter ultimately.” “Wait so I am going to KEEP changing? More!?” “Yea. Well, your body will. Your mind won’t change, but your body will go full feral. The real fun part is though- you get to change Ken, so I will leave it up to you two to pace your own changes. One thrust at a time.” He crossed his legs, putting his feet up on the dinner table but then quickly took them back down, sitting upright when he glanced at the clock. “Oh- I better get going though. Monica has a decent sized group of friends and I am supposed to take all of them. Anyway- you two have fun, I will come by when you are done to bring you to the others!” The two just exchange glances, silent for some time after. Ken was now a lot more nervous of his own impending transformation than of Clover. He turned her into what she desired in a partner, rather than herself. Soo... what does that mean for Ken? Is he going to turn into a woman who lactates uncontrollably with tits big enough to immobilize him?? But wait, Tel said it couldn’t be anyone identifiable... doesn’t that terminate humans as an option in the first place? So... then what? Apparently it was already in motion so there was no telling him to stop regardless. This is also apparently for Monica’s sake, and having Clover turn into an over-endowed stallion certainly IS hot. So maybe he should just suck it up and enjoy the ride. Clover had a bit of trouble getting around the house the rest of the day- having to duck to avoid smashing her head into the light fixtures in the roof. She was already tall before- now as part horse, standing on two legs practically puts the top of her head against the roof. She is walking on hooves now- she still has fingers and toes but they don’t come even remotely close to the ends of her limbs anymore so they’re effectively useless. Her dick never packs itself away- at most it scrunches itself up at the opening of the sheath as if about to pull itself back but then doesn’t- or it rolls itself out fully without actually hardening so its swinging around heavily at her knees. Stimulus causes the changes to continue- so, depending on how long it takes to get her off again; she might not have enough humanity left to even last all the way to the next climax. So they know the next time they play around- it will end with her as a full stallion. And if her first cumblast set Ken’s transformation in motion, that means the next will definitely manifest some physical changes. On the other hand neither would want to be in an awkward middle-phase when Tel returns to check up on them, so, they don’t want to procrastinate too long. So, that night when they climbed into bed, Ken stripped himself down for her. As fit and handsome as Ken is... he certainly has nothing on Clover now. His manhood looking like a pencil in comparison to the monolithic meat pillar wobbling around between her legs. When he stands as confidently as he can, nude at the foot of the bed for her though, her third leg quickly turns to full erection for him. When the muscles clench in the base, the tip trembles back and forth- the shaft remains rigid but the veins pulse bigger momentarily, trying to pound even more blood into the shaft to temper and even harder sword. Her body is so large and awkward, he flops down onto the bottom of the bed and she basically falls over him- stopping herself from flattening him with her hooves while her cock thuds off his chest and then hers, bouncing between them several times. When she stands its hard to get down, and when she is down on all fours it is once again hard to stand. She is too large and awkward to reposition herself so just blushes while Ken scoots further up the bed instead, so they could try to aim the monstrous member into him again. Once her flare pops into him it feels like someone tried to open an umbrella in his ass. It drags on every side of his intestines as it shoves deeper causing his guts to gurgle; re-arranged by cock. His own dick twitching as her shaft grinds past his prostate- stretching his colon so wide it was impossible not to hit his prostate on the way in. It felt so good having him wrapped around her enormous cock like a human condom, but also hot seeing how tiny her handsome little man was in comparison. She has always been taller than him but now she could utterly crush him if she wanted. Even her hooves sink deeply into the surface of the bed because she weighs so much. It is such a tight fit, Ken can feel every contour and pore on the surface of the dick in him. He can feel the drum of her heart in the throbbing veins wedged into the sides of his ass. Her massive nuts softly clap against his butt, feeling hot to the touch, throwing off lots of heat from the rapid production of a new load of horse cum. This is technically their fantasy... it is just that... the roles got reversed. She started to thrust forward so eagerly that she lifted his entire lower body off the bed by her cock when she thrusts forward, then lays him back flat when she pulls back. The fur on her lower limbs is growing in thicker, more complete- a proper pelt. The fingers and toes she still has regress, smaller and less mobile still- feeding into making her hooves still larger and broader like a work horse breed, till there is nothing left of them. Her thighs were already large, now they grow larger still with muscle, putting pressure on the sockets on her pelvis till it pops loudly! Her already large ass grows bigger and bigger- both larger glutes but also a larger hip to be their foundation! Hump, hump, hump. Every thrust rubbing a bit more of herself off. It felt more and more like she was sinking into the body of a horse. Rather than horse traits growing out of her human body it was like a small bit of human dissolving into what was otherwise already a horse. Her neck gets longer- her already formed mane grows longer to match the hair on her head! Muzzle expands, nostrils flare even larger! Shirt collar rips, her neck too big for it to wrap around. She whinnies and lifts her head, shaking her mane back and forth, eyes clenched closed for a moment from the sensations. Her forehead being shoved back and angled up by her muzzle getting too big and fighting it for space- so big that her eyes are pushed to the side by her skulls continued forward expansion! She tries to tell Ken there isn’t much left of her- she is both approaching another orgasm and also running out of human. But all she manages to make are deep breathy grunts and whickering that sounds almost like muttering- but is utterly unintelligible. The body of her shirt filled, holes appearing around the seam holding the arms on. This was the last human clothing she could even have on- and as her humanity wanes, so does the shirt’s compatibility. Her entire body feels like it is rocking around randomly even though physically she is not shifting around at all other than to hump Ken. The changes cause waves of pressure to bounce around inside of her, surging down her limbs then echoing back into her body, up her neck causing her to lift her head slightly again, making her nose tingle with pressure before its bounces elsewhere. Testing the limits of her form- looking for more ways to swell it, deform its shape. Sharp inhale- lungs ache for a moment as they get too big for her chest before her ribs crack in rapid-fire! Her test barrelling out, the only thing left of her breasts at this point is the nipples and the areola are stretched so wide across her huge pecs that their coloration has mostly faded. They fade still further now and the nipples flatten as fur spreads across her skin, consuming her in a brown pelt the exact same colour her skin already was. Since the collar is already ripped, her shirt shreds down the front from the collar first, then the sleeves tear abruptly from the body, and the movement causes the sleeves to explode apart. The body of the shirt tears slower but is also completely shredded in short order- though remains on her, just laying on her back, not actually held on. Every time part of her body becomes complete horse, it feels good. Like a good stretch or scratching an itch. The shocks of pleasure are short-lived in their original locations but each one adds to the steady buildup in her monstrous genitals, causing her hips to jerk- afraid of setting herself off too quickly. Ken already had an orgasm in one of her inward thrusts, grinding past his prostate and clapping the giant balls against his butt. Nothing even came out at first- it wasn’t till she pulls back that the cum started to spurt out, because when her cock is fully inside of him, he is stretched so thin that the cum cannot flow past her cock. The bed springs grind together and the legs creak in the frame- barely able to hold Clover up. The pulse ricocheting around in her body causes the short blips of pleasure faster and faster, no changes left to make. Her body grows a bit larger and her proportions adjust properly and fully to the frame of a stallion, and her entire body rings with pleasure at once which fades quickly- but collapses in toward her genitals, spiking far too high for her to hold back. She bucks forward hard, lifting Ken’s rump off the bed and bending her dick a bit in the process and then absolutely exploded into him! Ken looks shocked and burps loudly several times as cum is forced into his stomach from below- which knocks out any loose air trapped in it. Clover fires it faster than his body can stretch around it though, causing him to get fired off the end of her dick like a bottle rocket, tumbling him ass over head, rolling him to the head of the bed! Clover’s front legs buckle first, then her back as her orgasm tapers off and she lays down, now stuck in the body of a stallion till Telathrean is done with them. This form is so big, so powerful... and she could get used to having a massive cock. She doesn’t quite trust Telathrean but... she doesn’t exactly have any other options. Justin wouldn’t send a dangerous monster after them. And who the hell else would summon a demon, and then send it specifically to their house? Ken slipped out, lumbering into the bathroom to get cleaned up a bit. Go to the toilet to get rid of all this excess cum- he has more cream filling than a twinkie. His guts ache if he tries to bend over at all. His own genitals feel weird though... reminding him his own transformation will likely start. When he sits on the toilet he looks worriedly at his penis, it feels.. tight, but it isn’t erect, it looks bloated- like its inflating... ----- [b][u][center]Day IV : Big Pair Of Beasts[/center][/b][/u] ----- When Ken staggered out of the bathroom, Clover was already at the door in curiosity hearing him groaning about it- though in this form she has no hands in which to open doors herself. While she looks at his crotch bemused- he looks in worry. Yea it looks like he is getting a bigger member, but Tel got Clover’s transformation backwards, so the odds of this going the way they are thinking is slim. His cock grew in girth the same rate it was growing in length causing it to become abnormally thick before it was abnormally long. Because it expanded so far in the middle, this caused the bloated shaft to shove the foreskin forward, hiding the glans for now. Unlike Clover- his balls seemed to ignore the changes, making them look small in comparison to the bloated meat staff. He stumbled forward needing to put a hand on one of Clover’s enormous pectorals to steady himself, his hips jerk back a bit causing him to bow forward. He was reflexively trying to move away from the strange feeling but since its inside of his own body- it doesn’t matter where he goes, it is going to follow. It is inside of him- the internal portion of his genitals shifting around, changing shape. His cock feels tremendously heavy- even for its increased size. Then he really groans loudly- a strong pressure in the core of his dick and it grows now ONLY in width. Now it loses its shape far worse- the base equalizing with the bloated middle making it look like he has a cone shaped dick for brief moment, before it bloats still further. Bigger and rounder, you could hear an almost rumbling-like groan from his flesh itself from rapid growth. The foreskin was stretched open but there was no visible urethra? The pink flesh of the glans lost all of its former definition- the slight divot that formerly connected to the urethral opening just went straight across the entire glans? Ken wasn’t even looking- at this point he was just groaning leaned against Clover with his eyes closed, bombarded with strange feelings. Clover was watching the entire process intently though. The outer flesh and foreskin of his cock started to blush pink from internal pressure, apparently not able to keep up with the contents! It bulged forward now but was still also growing even more impossibly wide, before finally the foreskin is forced far enough back that four teats flick out from under it, wobbling this way and that violently- and the foreskin itself is stretched so far it simply vanishes; you cannot even see a seam from where it used to be. The divot she thought that the cleft of the glans is instead the vertical divot on the surface of a four segment set of udders! But wait- udders aren’t part of any genital set, so by turning his genitals into udders... he technically has no gender? When the foreskin was stretched into oblivion the soft, muffled roar of beyond-fast skin cell division really picked up. Pulled so taut with internal growth the skin looks like its been lathered in baby oil, the only texture visible on it is on the surface of the already fully-formed teats; each the size of his thumbs, cylindrical but with rounded ends. He likes boobs- he likes hyper; naturally breast expansion is his go-to fetish. His number one fantasy is to have a woman ride him, and expand from the pleasure, but become so big that she cannot get off of him, and he is utterly buried in her obscene cleavage, jiggling over his face in waves from his thrusts. But human forms were off the table. So, what is the animal most closely associated to enormous titties? A cow. By the time his four-pack udders stopped swelling, each segment was about the size of a football, which means clustered together they are between a small and medium sized beachball. Or a decent sized pumpkin. Each segment is oblong but together the overall shape is round. There is a horizontal and vertical divot in their surface but the vertical one is deeper and more defined. These divots are walls of internal muscle that keep the inner workings of each udder from getting tangled with its sisters. This is not unlike the divot between two testicles... which, he still has. A lot of good they do him now. His balls rest against the underside of the udders but they no longer have anything to connect to- so they can never release their load. Justin and the others watch bewildered through the magic snow globe in Telathrean’s hands. The demon grins at his magic at work. “On the fourth day of Christmas, my demon gave to meee~” Justin lowered his brows. “You aren’t going to turn someone into a partridge are you?” “No- but I did briefly consider turning someone into a pear-shaped tree. It was more thematic to the occasion rather than the individual though, so. Nah.” Justin motioned to the calendar though as Tel shook the snow globe- once again obscuring the vision in a flurry of fake snow. “But also it is more than twelve days to Christmas still, and if you count up from when you started, its day three, not four.” Tel pointed to the clock. “12:12am... it is ‘tomorrow’ now. Clover’s transformation completed on the third day, as soon as it ticked over into the fourth, Ken’s started.” Bryan was brought over to Justin’s place but quickly became embarrassed because his oversized nuts kept making him dab pre all over the place and skittered to the bathroom- headbutting the door closed and then having to get himself off, so he wouldn’t be stuck at near-bursting. Thanks to his greatly diminished body, he could just lean his back against the side of the bathtub and suck his own drill-tip shaped penis, but he overestimated the mess. Rather than blast a lot all at once... pigs release short bursts over an extended period of time. Depending on the breed of pig and how backed up those enormous balls are; anywhere from twenty minutes to a full hour of orgasm. So, Bryan thought he would quickly dash into the bathroom and finish himself off, take the edge off, and return to the others like nothing happened. Instead they could hear his worried oinks and pleasure squeals in there for the better part of an hour while his long narrow member erupted straight up into the air like a lewd fountain. It took him still longer to clean up the mess, only to realize... not only does he not have hands, he is far too small to even reach the doorknob. He was able to shut himself into the bathroom but cannot get the door open again- and cannot talk to ask anyone else to do it! It was May who eventually got him out. Already keeping a close eye on him- even though she also has no hands she realized he was trapped and pawing at the door with his tiny hooves, and opened the door for him using her mouth, because she is at least large enough to reach the knob. Thanks to Tel’s conversations with Justin, the two of them knew who each other were even in these forms. May helped him out and offered him a place on the couch- using her muzzle to pick up his tiny rotund body and hoist it to the seat, then he wedged himself against her wool to keep warm, since he is fully nude, and it is winter, even if they are indoors. May eventually turned onto her side a bit- causing her fat black udders to pop out from under her and bounce softly off Bryan. He blushed and remained where he was- now half against her wool with her smooth, hot, rubbery udder flesh pressed into his backside. He enjoyed it too much to re-position and was too embarrassed to mention it to her. Once again completely missing the hint- she was well aware she is mashing her tits into him. For all the effort to put into trying to make himself look like the alpha stud... he really is fucking clueless. Back at the other house- as disturbed as Ken appears to be at the new development, when they sleep his dreams are all an erotic blur. All the fantasies he had of women before were now playing out in his head, except now he was seeing them from a first-person perspective. Even as he went to sleep he could not stop touching it. The flesh is so smooth and soft- but also rubbery. It is easy to contort it with your touch, but as soon as you let go it wobbles back into its original shape. He basically has four giant boobs, except they attach to where his dick is supposed to be, and they are all linked together- so when you move one, you move all of them. Similar to May’s transformation before, he ends up rolling over in his sleep and humping his udders into the bed while sleeping. But unlike May he is unable to actually get himself off like this... because half of his genitals are missing. Clover unintentionally woke him up the next day, because her weight sinks the bed in so far that when she rolled off the side onto her hooves, the mattress snapping back into shape catapulted Ken right off the other side, onto the floor! Thanks to humping his tits into the bed last night Ken was quite horny when he woke up but... what can he even do about it? He has no dick to stroke, but also has no vagina. Clover was about to leave the room when she noticed him kneading his udder in lust and snuck up to him while he was distracted- her fifth leg almost touching the floor before it starts to stand up. He doesn’t have a vagina, but he does still have two usable holes. She catches him by surprise, kissing him with her huge, dexterous grey lips! She nudges him so far back he stumbles a bit, catching himself on the bed and she quickly gets behind him. They might as well enjoy the ride, right? Besides- since his changes are stimulus triggered, the more they fuck the faster this can be over and done with. Plus- Clover is still super horny and easily set off, her body is not at all accustomed to dealing with the surges of testosterone her giant balls blast her with. She stands up, using the wall behind her to keep her balance on two hooves. When she thrusts first, she deliberately misses, instead hooking him between the cock and her body, slapping his udders with the base of her cock and squishing them against him! She makes a few micro-thrusts, jiggling his teats and tit-fucking him from behind! She pulls back after warming him up a bit more and he flops forward- already breathing heavily from the arousal. Clover aims her gargantuan dong and nudges forward- pushing Ken along the bed! Ken clutches the blankets to stop himself, the head bends, squeeeezes against his butt and finally pops in! A sharp explosion of pleasure tells Ken that his prostate is still there! He can still have a prostate orgasm... but the fluid cannot actually escape, so his refractory period never really kicks in, and he can just climax again and again, because he doesn’t actually shoot anything out. The force of her thrusts lift his rump, and cause his huge tits to wobble heavily below him, and his normal sized balls to softly clap against the backside of his udders. The pleasure resumes the changes though- so the explosion of pleasure from the immense cock squeezing past his bloated prostate echoes through his pelvis and settles as a warm tingly pleasure in his udders. The four udders once again start to swell! The teats get a bit longer and wider as well but not too much- almost all growth is focused on the udders themselves. The pleasure causes his balls to rise up to his pelvis- eager to release their load but not having anywhere to actually send it! Like someone operating a push-pump, the mammaries balloon up with every long inward thrust. Ken goes cross-eyed as one, and then the other testicle wedge so hard against his pelvic floor that they pop inside! His udders swell in two massive surges as they absorb his balls and the scrotum turns to just regular flesh! The horizontal divot on the udders cradle his inner thighs as the giant tits completely fill the space below him! He has to spread his legs wide and they exceed the length of his thighs- taking pressure off his knees and instead lifting his hips on their own! Now he is rolling on his own tits as Clover thrusts in and out! Without his own balls in the way- her massive dark brown orbs clap the back of his udders, sending a ripple through the soft skin! His tail bone starts to nudge itself longer now with every outward thrust! His toes curl in pleasure but are unable to uncurl again- the muscle shifting shape, then with clicks and dull pops the bones are forced into a new shape as well! Nails thicken and darken, toes become larger but shorter and less nimble. Feet start to lengthen with the rapid-fire click of bones re-sorting themselves. It felt similar to stretching- but if you attempted to stretch any muscle in your body for more than a couple of seconds they would cramp and hurt- this doesn’t, it just keeps going. It is also automatic- the muscles react to the induced change, so while he can still move the limbs, their range of movement is limited for now. The muscles are preoccupied with higher-priority orders. The bones shifting creates tiny tremors from their sudden movement of them falling into their new placement, but if anything it is a satisfying feeling, like cracking a stiff knuckle to loosen it again. The bones in his new, lengthening tail are more subtle- rather than re-shuffling existing structure its branching new bones entirely so they form already in their proper placement. The warmth and tightness of the muscles branching from the existing ones of his lower back is the dominant sensation here. They seethe down in surges, testing the capacity of the surface skin, pulling it taut before pausing and letting it catch up before another surge. A horse and a cow tail are usually about the same length- the major difference is the flesh and blood portion of a horse’s tail only makes up like a tenth of the overall tail, the rest is just hair. A cow tail is flesh and blood almost the entire way down- only ending in a tassel of hair. Ken cannot keep his hands off his own tits- rubbing and kneading the top two segments which are billowed extra round because his body weight is compressing them against the bed. Also in order to reach them in this position- that puts his chest and the side of his face firmly pressed into the bed because his arms can’t hold him up. His tail fully forms and his feet devolve into furless cloven hooves as Clover thrusts in powerfully one last time and once again gives him a cream-filling. Ken lost track of how many orgasmic surges he felt- it was hard to define one against another because he can’t actually ejaculate. With his balls gone- his prostate is the only part of his genitals that remain. He is technically genderless. Ken actually could not even get up from that position- Clover ended up biting his hair and yanking his head back to help get him back onto his feet, because his udders were so heavy now. It felt like a soft rubbery wrecking ball in his lap at this point. Like Clover’s dick; his udders were a size appropriate for an actual cow, which made them far too big for his current body. The udders likely weigh as much as the entire rest of him. Luckily they are also really low on his body, and when he stands they swing down far enough to put them into his existing centre of balance, rather than fold him in half and pin him to the floor. When it comes to walking he can either give himself a workout and lift two segments per leg as he walks- they naturally sit against his thighs, so every time he takes a step he wobbles the udders back and forth in order to do it... which means his legs are fighting their weight with every step. Or, he can let them swing between his legs, but to do that his legs need to be ridiculously far apart and he basically has to waddle. His awkward movements caused him to slip several times and fall- his new hooves do not have a lot of traction. Not only are his hooves cloven and thus a bit more dainty than Clover’s; hooves don’t have any traction at all on a hard, smooth surface, so the tiles in the kitchen or the wooden stairs connecting the two floors is like a slip-n-slide. Luckily Clover is so huge that she is never far away and able to catch him when he falls... without even really trying in the first place. When he fell on the stairs- he fell directly into her giant muscular ass because she went down first and takes up the entire width of the stairs. In the kitchen he slipped and fell against her side- because she cannot even currently get between the island counter and the sink, so she can only stand at the edges of the kitchen. Clover cannot even sit on the couch- it would explode apart under her from her weight, so she just flops on the floor in front of it, and since she is so large... Ken just sits against her, instead of the couch. Clover has to use her mouth, but Ken still has hands, so they start the day off putting up the Christmas decorations. They had formerly put them off till much later in the season when the proximity to Christmas day forces their minds to get into the holiday spirit. The decorations are a big part of what puts them into the spirit of the occasion though, so... slightly flawed logic. They are waiting to be in the mood before putting up the things that get them in the mood in the first place. This year they decided to put them up quickly out spite of their past errors, but honestly only Ken was maybe going to actually act on their plan. Clover said she would... but would probably have just put it off again. All this transformation though had them both on their toes already... and this was apparently for the sake of Monica’s Christmas, which put them into the spirit. The fact Ken was going to lose his hands soon also lit a fire under their ass to get to it. Monica was a good friend, and her aptitude with magic made for some awesome party tricks at gatherings. They don’t hang out with her a lot- so they too were looking forward to Christmas as an excuse to see her again, so they were bummed when she ended up being shipped off to the opposite side of the planet. Putting up the decorations together meant they were always close and always shuffling around in the too-small spaces. Eventually watching those immense tits bounce and wobble around put Clover into the mood for something else. Once that meat pillar was swinging around wildly under her- that put Ken in the mood too. This was their fantasy made real! They NEVER would have been able to afford magic to do anything like this themselves. The fact they swapped roles seems like a rather minor hiccup in comparison. Because of the udders and hooves- Ken couldn’t really wear anything from the hip down, nothing would fit, so he was only wearing a red and green sweater. He twists and drops the mistletoe so the hook to hang it catches on his tail and he raises it up, wagging it at Clover, flexing is eyebrows. Hmm, his butt-hole is below the mistletoe... rules are rules, better kiss it. Her huge nostrils then her soft warm lips pressed against him, knocking him forward so he had to catch himself on the lower couch. Her massive tongue pressed against him and then inside! Their size different is so huge her tongue almost might as well be a regular sized penis itself. Her lips curl into a smile when he moans and bows further forward, telling her she found his prostate. Unlike when she uses her battering-ram of a dick; she actually had to do a little searching this time. His face presses into the back of the couch, body leaned over it- this causes the bottom of the couch to nudge his massive udders back. Once he was warmed up and panting yet again, she puts her front hooves up on the back of the couch- the tips of her ears brush the roof, and she thrusts into his lubed up butt, clapping his udder with her balls again! But their combined weight was too much- on the first thrust she overturned the entire couch! The back hit the floor, causing Ken to get his face rammed into it, but his udders were pinned against the bottom of the couch, which is now facing straight up- preventing him from falling off. Now Clover’s front hooves were on the floor over the couch, and the couch was forcing Ken’s butt straight up to get plowed! “Huh- huh- huh! Huhm, mmm- mMM-uh-huh. Muh, muh-muh-muhuu- h-huum-MUU!” His huffs and grunts devolve into breathy whispered moos without meaning to. Bumps, then cones on his forehead, then the skin pops open, unsheathing two short horns! His nose grows forward as his nostrils flare- aiming the bottom of his nose out instead of down, and the skin on its surface turned a textured pink as his lips turn from diffused red to pink to match, connecting them! His ears become hot to the touch from increased circulation and become pointed. They take the same leaf shape that Clover’s ears have... except his keep growing! Bigger and bigger, starting to fight their own weight! Ken manages to lift himself off the back of the couch by his hands so his neck isn’t bent at a 90 degree angle while the four foot cock re-arranges his guts again. His ears flop to the sides of his head though as he pushes his face up off the couch! He can deliberately lift them, but they are too heavy to remain up on their own! The surface area of each ear is wide enough to cover his entire face! The skin on his neck starts to grow as well, but not his neck itself. Thicker, then longer starting to pool into a soft fold, then another, and another! The thick, soft folds stack themselves up and then roll over his collar bone, then his upper chest, and finally the middle of his chest! The dewlaps of a bovine- without having the neck of a bovine. Dewlaps don’t even have anything in them- whatever purpose they served in the past, the cows evolved out of it, so now it is literally just empty flesh. That also makes them very soft and wobbly. Leaning even slightly to one side or the other causes the stack of wrinkles to flop to the side. Clover sort of went into auto-pilot when fucking Ken, not really a thought in her head. Her thoughts swimming in how arousing it is when she starts, and all the positions she wants to try and stuff, but then once she gets thrusting the pleasure numbs her thoughts. The closest thing to a thought in this state is slowing down when the pleasure spikes high to drag this out. Horses are not known for their sexual stamina- that is why they are one of the few animals that do not have an actual bone in their penis. Their sex typically doesn’t last long enough to need one. And given the size of her behemoth- she has a lot of pleasure nerves in a whole lot of meat, so if she really wanted to explode it really would not take more than a couple of seconds, but that wouldn’t be as fun, so. Ken likewise is quick to trigger- his orgasms are technically incomplete in this state, and her battering ram of a dick squeezes right up against his prostate, hitting him directly in the weak point with every thrust. That means he is having sharp approaching-orgasm pleasure with almost every stroke. Normally once it blasts off, that effect is cancelled entirely from the prostate because its empty and thus a lot harder to hit in the first place, and the rest of his genitals are tired so any further attempts at sex with cause them to ache or chafe. But he can’t blast off- so it never empties. There is no definitive end, regardless of how high the pleasure spikes or how long it stays there. But this time... there is a release! Clover did not even notice because she is far too into regulating her own orgasmic waves, but her thrusting is squeezing Ken’s udders between her and the couch, and suddenly in the middle of their rutting- Ken felt an electric tingle of pleasure in his teats on one of the inward thrusts, and the squeezing weight of the stallion over him caused the mounting heat and pressure in his udders to surge forward, bloating the teats and flicking them erect before three or four streams of milk erupt from each one! Of course he would be a lactating cow... lactation is also one of their fetishes. The force of the milk streams erupting out of him tickles his teats from the inside out- part of his body that would be impossible to touch at all otherwise. It is a sharp, localized pleasure in the teats as the streams escape. This also meant his udders would be even bigger now. Or at least rounder- because now they are filled with milk. Every downward thrust fired streams of milk behind the two of them- out between their legs. Clover wasn’t even aware the coffee table behind her was now covered in white droplets. Her efforts to resist the pleasure finally broke, her monstrous cock finally too sensitive to edge and painted Ken’s guts white again! In this awkward position though- her own legs buckled, causing her to fall forward a bit which then shoved Ken down hard under the weight of a draft horse stallion! He had to use all his strength to just keep his head up off the back of the couch far enough that she didn’t unintentionally snap his neck. He shouldn’t have actually been able to do that- but suddenly it felt like his bones had locked up and redoubled their strength to push back! He started to rise a bit due entirely to his bones themselves getting longer! His hands are stretching, popping, crunching- shifting into cloven hooves! His thumbs wiggle in confusion at first as they shorten, the bones inside softening, dissolving as the mass was stolen into the rest of the hand. Nail softening and melding into the skin, then the bubble of muscles softens and vanishes. The waves of pressure stretching his hands out seem to coalesce into the nails as they darken, thicken, and swell. Bigger, blockier. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head making soft, breathless moos as a gallon of cum was pumped deep into his guts like he had just drank a can of paint. The transformation of his hands into hooves completed at the same time Clover was spent. She had to back up a good pace to pull the entire length of her softening cock out, and slipped on the now-wet carpet, falling on her ass in confusion; only just now realizing there is milk everywhere. The moment Ken attempted to move he accidentally tipped himself over, flipping and falling on the carpet over the overturned couch, his udders slamming into the floor caused that entire level of the house to shake for a moment. Since it is stimulus driven, had Clover managed to continue to edge herself- she could have fully transformed Ken in one go. But he is still missing fur and his body and head structure were still human. His overall size and the size of his limbs was also still human- even though the structure of the limbs was now cow. Now as he wanders around the house he holds his arms in front of himself, dangling his hooves limp like a dog begging for treats- because he doesn’t really know what to do with them. He can still sort-of pick things up, using his cannon bones to pinch objects. He can walk on two legs still but thanks to his giant boulder of an udder; its awkward as hell. Their first order of business was emptying the udders first though. He already hosed down half the living room- they can’t do anything else without drenching the house, so he waddled to the kitchen trying to touch the udders as little as possible till he could get over the tile floor first. Neither of them have hands to grip his teats with, so Clover nudged him forward with her huge face, causing him to fall forward and catch himself on the edge of the counter. As soon as he was bent over, she wobbled the tit flesh around enough to get a teat into her mouth and started to empty him the old-fashioned way. Well, they got most of the decorations up before they no longer had any hands to put them up with. Unable to do much else- the two of them spent the afternoon cuddled together in the living room watching random cheesy Christmas movies. Clover cannot talk in this form, but, honestly they don’t talk a lot in the first place. They have been together long enough now they just sort of know one another, making talking unnecessary a lot of the time. They already know what one another want, they live together so they know what options are available as viable choices already- they can just easily guess what the other needs without needing to actually ask. That was party why Clover chose him so readily. Sure they had been talking already for a long time online without having the intention of ever meeting one another in the first place. In the digital world- he could have easily been lying about anything or everything. But something about his eyes made her feel safe. Those rich, moss green eyes against his dark peach skin. His eyes are always quite wide, making his stare intense, and the green of his eyes is so vivid they shimmer like emeralds. His stare is stoic, powerful, but honest. He doesn’t hide his feelings- doesn’t see a point in it. And Clover... even if it did ultimately lead to ruin- Ken knew she was someone he needed to take the risk on. Her opinions, her clearly defined tastes, and her joyful approach to everything. She knows exactly what she wants and how to get it, and doesn’t let setbacks weigh her down. Then when he found out Clover was a woman, with THOSE sort of interests? Hell yea, no way he could pass up the chance to be with her. Not just because its rare for a woman to have such exotic tastes but the fact that she just came out with it. She doesn’t hide it- again she knows what she wants. That immediately told him she was a woman with guts, and is forward with her feelings. Wont have trouble trying to read her- don’t have to worry about her dropping cryptic hints as to what she wants of you. In their current state they could not state satiated for long- returning to horny quickly enough. Even with all the sex they already had up to now, by the time they were getting into bed they were raring to go again. This strange even cannot move forward without Ken fully transforming regardless. He had to help her get up into bed- because if she just jumped up herself straight from the floor she might shatter the frame. The mattress becomes so compressed by her weight that the surface is too unstable for her to get her balance on to simply step up. She sort of flops over onto it and then Ken shoves into her other side, rolling her up fully onto it. He rolled along with her though, ending up on top of her unintentionally. She whickers in equine laughter, and he chuckles. Before he gets off though- looking at the fattening sheath on her underside catches his attention like a deer caught in headlights. He sits upright and his breathing deepens as the thought fully sinks in that he is standing entirely on top of his lover. She is so much bigger than him that he can fully stand up on top of her without hurting her in the slightest. He can feel her breathing in the rise and fall of her huge chest. The veins that web her crotch are filled with the drum of her heart- feeding blood to the beast between her legs. Not even waiting for the behemoth to wake up, he wedges the plush, hot skin of her sheath against his butt. She turns to face her on all fours- not even big enough to reach her chest from here. Propped up on pillows, her huge head looks back down at him past her own muscular chest. A mischievous glimmer in those moss green eyes. There will be a cow and a horse in this bed by the end of tonight. As soon as he feels the cock sliding out, he pushes his butt firmly up to the sheath so the dick cannot escape without entering him. The pressure builds and the sheath bloats up fat till there is enough built up blood pressure to pop the cock inside. The udders are so big that the weight of Ken’s lower body is only half on his legs, half on the udders- and they are bent forward, compressed between the two bodies far enough up that the tops are rested against his CHEST- if he bent his head down, he would be able to suck his own teats. Ken lows like a pleasured cow as he feels the cock inside of him grow and grow! Already inside while flaccid- he can feel it grow from full dormant to its gargantuan, throbbing meat-pillar of a full erection. Deeper and deeper inside of him without either of them needing to move. His skin and muscle gripping it tighter and tighter. Being a horse on its back- Clover actually can’t really thrust in this position even if she wanted to- she would be fighting gravity to do it... and gravity usually wins its fights. Ken started to rock back and forth, impaling himself on the meat cannon. As soon as he starts rocking, his changes were already coming in again. The small, weaker human parts swelling, contorting to big, strong bovine. His human appearing sinking into and vanishing into a growing cow. His size slowly starts to increase overall. A pressure builds in his neck bones and the veins in his neck throb especially tight. Both a cow and horse have the exact same number of vertebrae in their neck... actually, so does a human. The only difference is how large each individual bone is. They don’t all seem to grow at exactly in sync with one another, causing the growth to have a sort of rippling feeling. His neck grows in length at the same time it grows in girth, pulling some of the many skin folds slightly smoother. With a heavy plop he sits his rump full back onto Clover’s crotch and his pelvis lets out a loud crack! A gone juts to either side, stretching the skin to two points, giving his rump a boxy shape to it! His legs are locked, he is a quadruped now! Cows have a V shaped pelvis- the two points are the top of the V shape, giving them a bony looking butt. This puts his anus in a deep divot under his tail as it lashes around- tickling Clover’s balls with the tassel. Legs much bigger- thighs becoming larger horizontally, making them appear flatter from the front and back, more disk shaped, but triangular from the sides. A tuft of longer fur forms at the base of his tail and then spreads as normal cow hide from there- down the tail and over his hips and then thighs all at once, spreading like a drop of dye in water. His fur is apparently black- a stark difference from his skin colour, but matching his human hair colour instead. This makes his giant tits stand out even more- candy pink on black is a heavy contrast. Solid black is also quite rare on cows- but common on bulls, further confusing his gender. Once his hips shift and his legs start to bulk- the increased muscle mass allows him to full lift himself up and flop back down on the cock, not only lengthening each stroke but also lifting and slapping his udders down on Clover’s belly- scattering a few stray drops of milk while the udders wobble like a jelly mould and his teats to flick erratically all over the place. The teats are pretty meaty- and unlike a human nipple, the teat itself stores a bit of milk, bloating it up- but the very base of the teat where it attaches to the udder is still fairly loose skin, allowing them to wobble around without the teat itself bending. His size increases the entire time, slowly but surely. His body shifts its shape with every stroke of the immense cock inside of him, so it comes more in waves- and the changes advance from the bottom up, following the tide of bovine fur, while the overall growth of his body happens to the entire thing, all at once. Slowly his hooves have to be re-positioned- without moving his butt, his front keeps climbing higher and higher on Clover’s torso, their size difference slowly shrinking! Body bloating into a different shape- far less nimble, harder to move, less viable positions to bend into. Rib cage becomes huge; he lets out a long-held lowing that suddenly drops to a pitch he never would have been able to produce before, and a volume far greater than he meant it to be. His vision turns blue a moment from the blood pressure behind his eyes- his face feels hot, stuffy- and then with clicks and cracks the bone stretches forward, nose broadening and then his entire face lifts out, stretching into a muzzle! Mouth shape no longer able to form human words. BOOM, the top left leg of the bed breaks and explodes out from below, slamming into the floor loudly, and then a half second later the bottom left leg does the same, thundering against the floor again. Bed cannot possibly support their weight. And its a metal frame- not wood, so for the leg to break off the metal bolts holding it in place had to contort enough to rip out and fire across the room like deformed bullets. Because the weight is less directly applied; the legs on the other side fold out too, but more gradually instead of exploding completely off from the frame. Even Clover breathes out when those huge udders slap down on her now- Ken’s weight matching, and then even exceeding her own slightly. The muzzle takes up most of his vision even after the blood pressure starts to equalize again, but then the growth advances around his skull far enough that his eyes themselves are included, forcing them out to the sides- which puts his own long face in his peripheral vision, rather than directly in his line of sight. Everything feels so huge, so heavy! His muscles grow, allowing him to move that bulk easily, but he can still tell how it wobbles around on him, just how heavy it all is. Clover was a giant to him, and now their sizes are much closer, which means he MUST be huge. Clover climaxed, blasting cum into Ken, who then sat back on the cock hard- trying to shove that flow of hot cream as deep in as possible. Less mess to deal with later if its stuck in his digestive tract. His entire body pulsed with a hot tingle of pleasure and gentle pressure. Like the magic throbbing in time with their orgasms to double-check its work, and confirm that this is in fact a cow, not a man. Or bull? Wait, what do you call a null-gender bovine? Eh, whatever, has udders- we will call him a cow. They went to sleep together on their broken bed, their hooves tangled together and drops of drying milk randomly dotted about. When they woke up however- they were in the storage room in Monica’s house! The sounds they made when they woke up startled, summoned Justin who was just as confused, but for a shorter time. He realized quickly who these two animals were and quickly explained the situation. Telathrean must have teleported them while they were still sleeping. He did not have time to go over everything with them and wait for them to wake. Justin wanted to get all Monica’s friends together to see her after all, so Tel still had people to hunt. On the fifth day of Christmas, the demon gave to thee... ----- [center][b][u]Day V : His Own Best Friend[/center][/b][/u] ----- Andrea shut down her stream, hastily saying her goodbyes to chat and apologizing for leaving rather abruptly. Spinning in her chair with a sigh, she glances at the rapidly dimming glow in a focus stone on her desk. As soon as the glow flickered out entirely, her form abruptly turned to coloured vapour, lifting off his actual body, as the man named Andrew. Born male, but with the mind of a female, cursed with the burden of having a miss-matched form! Sure, magic could technically cure him- and thus he created his alternate persona; Andrea. But as soon as the focus burns away all the ambient mana, the spell stops, and he is returned to his default body. So he can only be his true self for periods of time. If he changes locations- it can last a lot longer, because it won’t burn all the mana away from a single location... but does run a bit of a risk of an area just not having any mana in the first place, so the moment he enters it, he reverts. As for his apartment, he has to remain in his standard form, leave the window open and just wait for the ambient mana to build back up. Longer he waits- more mana builds up and the longer he can hold his other form. Now that it is winter- leaving the window open is also a bit tricky; without freezing his ass off. He is gay, likes the sort of things women typically do, acts girly- but more than that, it is a feeling in his gut, like this body was not suited for his mind. A last minute switch while he was still forming in the early moments of life- the body developed one way while the mind twisted elsewhere and now the two are at odds. Andrea has long voluminous brown hair in soft waves- a butterfly cut, and olive-green eyes. Andrew however has blond hair in a long-bob cut, and sky blue eyes, bleh- traditionally pretty, but boring as far as he is concerned. His skin is so pale he looks like he is glowing when he steps into the sunlight. Where magic failed him- science was able to at least pick up some of the slack. Thanks to alchemical potions he has meaty thighs, a round butt, baby-smooth skin and a sleek, feminine form! He even has perky B cup breasts! Dolled up in women’s clothing, you’d never guess he was really a man. He still needed magic to compensate the rest- like, his voice. It is soft and harmonic but still male. You could convince someone it was just a deep-voiced woman. The part that annoys him the most though and is hard to ignore, is the ten inch cock flopping around between his legs as thick as a shot glass. Try stuffing that beast into a pair of panties- he almost has to shove it into his own butt crack to get it in there, and if it unintentionally starts to harden? Nah. That beast is going to snake its own way out of your clothing whether you like it or not. He would use a cock cage but they literally do not make them big enough to contain that. His dick is the size of an average erection, when its still completely limp. His association with Monica? Well, they worked together in College on a few projects, but currently they are technically co-workers. They both work for the same Archivist society, but while she is more hands-on, Andrew is the research end. He is one of the people working to find the connection between the current runes and the ones used in the past. Whenever they discover a new rune- they send it to him, and he deciphers what the differences are from the next closest match, and why the changes were made. So he is a friend and colleague at the same time. How do you think he got his hands on an expensive focus stone like that? He didn’t buy it- he MADE it. Thin, elastic white top with a bomber jacket on over that, one arm covered in pins and buttons of video game and anime characters. Knee-length ruffled white skirt with pink hem, belt of chain links with a holster for his phone on the side and a small purse. White fishnet leggings and pastel pink women’s sneakers with pink chevron patterning. His nails painted sky blue though- to match his eyes. He usually takes his glasses off when he goes out- but he is going to go do some present shopping today so he wears them just in case. He is near-sighted and doesn’t want to have to bend over and squint at everything like an old man. His glasses are oval shaped, silver frame shaped like flowering vines. He hops onto the subway train- morning traffic cleared out already, so most people are at work right now, subway is fairly calm. Only a few people in most cars. He liked to do his Christmas shopping early because if you wait too long- the shelves will be bare. In particular, he wanted to try and find something for Monica... knowing she is going to be away from home. Working her butt off- and he knows how hard she is working, because he is the one all the research material gets sent to, so he knows EXACTLY what she is doing. She could really use a pick-me-up. Hard enough busting your ass in some ancient crawlspace any day of the year, but having to miss Christmas and all your friends in order to do it? Cruel. He leaned on the side of the subway car- plenty of open seats but he isn’t eager to see how cold to the touch the seats are, while wearing a skirt. He flips through pages on his phone still bouncing between gift ideas. He wants to give her something nice but at the same time it cannot be very big, nor very fragile because then she also needs to get the gift back home with her- and it could get damaged in transport. “Oh I know what you could give her!” Andrew was startled by the voice, seeing a reflection of someone’s face behind him on his phone’s screen! But... he is on a moving subway?? The window into the subway tunnel is behind him, its impossible for anyone to be there. In the time it took him to turn around and look though- he once again seen Tel’s reflection. Now in the window behind him, as Tel teleported into the train car with him. There is a woman on her phone and a ragged man who is leaned so far into the seat beside him he is likely asleep, so neither of the two others in the car react to the demon. As someone so closely involved in magic, Andrew fully understands how unusual and potentially dangerous the appearance of a demon is. They are made of human problems, so depending on what realm of the Otherside they are from, they can be extremely violent. Like, demons from the realm of Wrath are genocidal maniacs. “Who called you? Why are you here?” Tel crossed his arms with a huff. “Straight the point, huh? Well that’s no fun. I am Telathrean Belanun! I have been summoned by Justin.” He placed his hands on his hips, his tail lashing around behind him in wide swings. “I have been tasked with gathering the friends of Monica, to bring them to her for a Christmas surprise!” Andrew’s heart fluttered- that sounded like a great idea, something he would definitely be on board with. But Justin summoned a DEMON to do that?! Also... where the fuck did he get a spell to summon demons in the first place? Monica knows a lot about magic, but isn’t home. Last time he checked- Justin doesn’t know jack diddly when it comes to magic. “D-did... oh no. Did Justin use the tome... Monica sent, from the current dig site to summon you?” “...irrelevant. The point is, I am here now, and I have come for you! You are one of the top picks in her friend circle so I can’t leave you out.” Uh, that does actually feel like it would be relevant, actually. Summoning magic is already kind of a weird type of spell, and really falls into a moral grey-area. Depending on your definition of the ‘true self’... this isn’t the real Telathrean. When you make a summoning array for a person- it summons the version of that person you made at that exact point in time. Which means if you made an array to summon Andrew, and then summoned him tomorrow- there would be two Andrew. One from yesterday IN today, and one from today in today. Then as soon as the spell ends- the Andrew from yesterday goes poof. The Andrew from today has no idea any of that happened in the first place. So the original Telathrean has no clue any of this is happening right now. And the relics Monica is sending back home currently are ANCIENT... which means if Justin used one of THOSE spells... Andrew suddenly bristled, feeling the tingle of a mana surge enter his body. “Wuh? Wait, what are you doing with me?” He glanced nervously at the other two people- but luckily they were still utterly ignorant of the situation. Telathrean shrugged. “Well, in order to send you to her, I need to sort of smuggle you there... so you can’t look like yourself when I do it. Since I have to transform you into something anywaaaay- figured it might as well be something... fun.” Whose definition of fun, though? Andrew felt a tug on either side of his pelvis!! His tail bone and his penis! He bucked his hip- trying to use the loose fabric of his skirt to cover them but they are on opposite sides; leaning either way will hide one and reveal the other. He backed up, so his butt was against the glass and relied on the skirt to keep his manhood hidden. The only way to fit it in his panties is to tuck it between his legs- so when it erects it pulls his panties away from him, from all the way back, both between his legs and at the front of his crotch! His lips tightened, muffling a moan from the sensation. His erection was hitting with unusual strength- powered off the spell instead of simply blood pressure. A plump cone of muscle forms over his rump, tugging the skin longer and then the soft click of new bones forming, extending his spine down into a tail! It pushes the skirt out as it grows, but once it is mostly lengthening, it folds the top of the skirt for a moment before flicking out, past it- growing over the skirt instead of under! As the cock attempts to force itself erect, it has to drag itself across the fabric of the panties to straighten itself out first- good thing he is uncut, otherwise that would drag the corona directly onto the fabric and might actually hurt. A huge loop of meat, bulging his panties out- it would be tenting the fabric of his skirt too if he wasn’t bent over, with his hands on his knees. He felt a surge of pressure up his taint though... which is too far back to simply be an erection. Andrew’s tail stops growing without getting too big, luckily. Only about six inches long, fairly narrow, and currently naked. His erection was too obvious though, and he cannot hide both so with another nervous glance at the other two people- he quickly whips a hand down his skirt to hook a finger around the dick and pull it straight... which put it against his body, but also longer than his clothing could hide. He had to stuff the head under his shirt, which was elastic and form fitting- so even under the fabric it was still quite obviously there is a penis there. At least under his clothing. His ears started to heat up and gently start to shift, getting longer and changing shape! “Can’t you wait until I am... oh I don’t know- at home?!” Telathrean nodded in mock consideration as he walked over a few steps and sat in an empty seat. “I could, yes.” But he isn’t going to. Wider at the base, narrower at the tip, bigger, bigger, thinner- his ears fold over slightly at the tip, making them flop a bit with every movement! They also grow fur on their backs- brown. A tightness, then pressure in his shoes- the bottoms of his feet? The same pressure happens in his hands a few seconds later- which he looks at to discover its paw pads. One at the tip of every finger, but they grow quite large- like, a bit wider than the actual finger currently is. They also ignore his thumb entirely- because paws don’t have thumbs. Three more pads grow at the top of his hand- not at, but between the base of each finger as to not interrupt its movement. These three pads are so close together they partially conjoin. Another pad forms at the very base of his palm- where it transitions to the write... but once he has paws- this will be much further up his overall arm than it is now. The pads swell with fat and thicker skin- turning the skin tone to a diffused red. Andrew glances worriedly back at Tel just watching him in amusement. “Can’t you teleport us somewhere else? I know you want to have fun- I get that, I do too but this is problematic!” Tel shrugged. “Naw- I don’t have a problem with this at all.” He motioned to the window beside him, with Andrew’s reflection in the glass. “Besides, you look cute.” Andrew groaned at his reflection but seen something much more concerning- the train was stopping!! They had reached another station! The door hisses lightly and opens to let more people on!! Andrew’s eyes widen and he turns toward the front of the train- putting the door to his immediate left now behind him instead, trying to hide the penis shaped bulge on the front, and putting his head down to try and make his ears less noticeable. Forgetting for a moment that in doing that- he is presenting his tail. Two businessmen get on the train, sitting in seats directly behind his current facing, and then a teenage girl with a handheld game console sits just one seat over from Telathrean. Andrew glanced at her, then Tel in confusion. “Can she... can they... see us?” Tel shook his head. “They cannot see me, and by extension; they also cannot see my influence on you. They can still see YOU, though.” So they can see Andrew but not any of his transformation. Does that count for his penis? Its still technically his penis, but its only erect and visible because of Tel. Andrew bristled, leaning back and gasping sharply as an electric pleasure fired up from his crotch up his entire torso, making him squirm! He grabbed the edges of his open jacket and brought them closer together hoping to cover it up. Stiff nubs of flesh- condensing and growing out, egged on by the pleasure created from their own growth! Six teats form on him, diffused red like his paw pads. Two on his upper crotch, two on his lower midriff, and two on the upper midriff! Though they have no breasts or areola behind them- they grow larger than the nipples on his breasts, and are so erect the blood pressure in them makes them feel itchy. With his hands still gripping his jacket he squirms- running his knuckles through the shirt over the bumps, pending, flicking them. Any touch against them squeezes a bit of the blood back out, each scratches the itch, and feels so good! A little damp spot appears on his shirt as precum is absorbed into the fabric! He turns, puts his head down- face bright red in embarrassment- and walks quickly toward the back of the train, trying to find a car with no people in it. People glance at him, cocking their brows, wondering why he is in a rush, and looking so red-faced. Nails darkening, becoming thicker! Ah- its happening to his hands AND feet. The nails on his feet are jamming into the toes of his shoes! Even if people cannot see his body transforming... will they see his clothing being removed? Because he needs to get his shoes off before the growth gets jammed back into his toes painfully. Nails get thicker, projecting out off his fingers in a rounded bulge before growing forward longer and longer into blunt-tipped claws. Canine. These are dog traits! Luckily the change seems to stop at the claws. Since his shoes are sneakers they are not especially durable, and the claws manage to jam their way out! The next car has an old couple and a woman preoccupied with her makeup, so not paying attention. No good, have to keep going down the train. In his mouth- he grits his teeth from a feeling of growth in his jaw and can feel his teeth knit together, lengthening into fangs. His hands twitch with eagerness to touch his teats- they itch for more touch! But he can’t! The people can still see him and how he is acting- he will still look weird rubbing his stomach! The next car has two men loudly discussing sports scores while comparing stats on their phones- a man laying across five seats with a newspaper over his face while he sleeps, and a young couple currently making out in the middle seats. Not this car. But he is already really far back, there is only one car further back than this. He gets to the door and realizes its locked! The last car on the train has flickering lights- two of the windows are broken and the inside is absolutely covered in graffiti! This car was locked off from being vandalized. THIS is the last car he can actually get into. His eyes go wide and he slams the pads of his hands onto either side of the door- gawking at the window on it but not actually looking at anything. His cock throbs hard- a surge of growth up his taint into his cock! The urethral bulge up his dick suddenly bloats up huge! Not likely the urethra itself, but the corpus spongiosum, basically the part of the shaft that insulates it, becoming over-engorged. But ONLY that part of his cock, deforming its overall shape. It looked almost like someone put a pump over his dick and was trying to inflate it, causing the urethra to bulge obscenely. His dick was pumping pre almost steadily- the growth stretches the tissue which not only brings all the pleasure receptors together and squeezes them in the tightening tissue... but the tissue is growing- which is creating brand new receptors. Without anything touching his dick in the first place, it was ringing with pleasure. Andrew made the mistake of arching his back in response- as if trying to draw his dick back, away from what was causing the pleasure overload... but its in his dick itself- it doesn’t matter where he moves it, it doesn’t change anything. What it DID do however is allow his dick to slide far enough down from under his shirt that the next throb flicked it over- and now it was outside of his shirt twitching in the open air! This also drew the shirt fabric up the front of his body and over all six of his over-sensitive, itchy teats! The pleasure from that sparked to such white-hot levels that his mouth hung open in a silent scream! Pleasure that would normally trigger orgasm and die down almost immediately after- triggered more changes, and lingered during them. His balls lift, clenching to him as if to ejaculate but instead they compress! His testicles shrink in size, causing his sperm to get mashed together, making him feel immediately pent up even though his load had not grown any larger. Without any room to swim, the sperm slow. Their bodies start to fuse together- groups of four into one bloated body! Their tails shorten and devolve... and his sperm cells are instead converted into egg cells. He would no longer need to rely on alchemy for his estrogen- his own balls now produce it. His cock bucks wildly- nudging his skirt down in the front with its aggressive movements, but it only oozed pre still! The bulge along the front becomes so bloated its the same size as the rest of his shaft!! The muscles yanking it up when it bucks create another strange feeling- almost like a suction. A soft divot forms down the side- like his cock is trying to collapse in on itself, and every buck of the shaft deepens the rift. One mighty, long-held clench and Andrew quickly whimpers- making everyone in the car look at him in confusion. He thrusts his hips forward and his dick spews a stream of precum like it were ejaculating in climax. The rift up the sides goes all the way through and with an itchy pleasure- the bloated front and back of his dick peel apart, from the tip down to the base! Andrew gasps, trying to catch his breath as the blindingly powerful pleasure drops to more normal levels finally as his faux-orgasm ends... leaving him with what appears to be two shafts. His other traits are canine, but this isn’t? Dogs don’t typically have two dicks. They are not the same though- this new shaft has no visible glans, no definition other than a new urethra on its bottom to match the original. He can FEEL the eyes of the others on him. He was frozen now, afraid of turning to actually look. He was at the very back of the last car though, where else is he going to go?? He can try to find another empty car further up the train instead but that requires walking past everyone he already crossed again. And right now he doesn’t even want to move in embarrassment. Tel appeared on the other side of the door, smiled at him and waved. He turned and walked deeper into the locked car- but the door also clicked! He opened the lock from the other side, using his tail! Andrew quickly rushed inside and re-locked the door behind himself! The lights flickering in here is annoying and the air is pretty damn cold, but no one else is going to come here. He thud his back against the door and slid down to the floor, gawking at his mutated dick twins and half-sized balls. “Wuh..? Telathrean just sauntered to the middle of the car, shrugging casually. “Figured I would give you what you always wanted for Christmas.” Before Andrew could ask what the heck he meant, another change hit him. His balls wedged up against his pelvic floor and then abruptly pop inside of him!! The scrotum collapses, revealing a growing passage drilled into him by his balls sinking up into his torso... leaving a vaginal passage in their wake as they transform into ovaries. The new, lower cock starts to push itself backwards into him! Its blood-engorged mass spreads out below the skin, forking to either side of the newly formed pussy, causing the pubic mound to billow up! A powerful pressure inhabits his original dick, and the bottom becomes stone-hard as it swells rounder and rounder! This causes his foreskin to not only draw back, but start to peel away, further dividing from the shaft below, not big enough to wrap around the growing mass! The forming knot shoves the lower cock down out of the way as if encouraging its own transformation, but rubbing it also causes still more pleasure too. The flesh around the pussy becomes diffused red as it fattens more and more! Abnormally plump- starting to jiggle a bit as it projects far enough off the pelvic floor to wobble around on its own. The opening isn’t a split peach like a human vulva... spade shaped- enormously fat... a canine pussy. As the lower shaft sinks deeper in, inflating the labia even bigger and fatter- the urethra flattens out against the inside of the passage, hidden under the labia. What remains exposed of the twin shaft stops regressing when the surrounding lips are so fat that they project out further than it does- hiding it on the inside of the upper corner of the spade shaped pussy. The projected portion of the fat labia alone are so enormously engorged they can fill a person’s entire hand. The one part of a woman’s body Andrew could not get himself; a vulva. Though... kinda wanted a HUMAN one. Andrew put his hand on his gut, feeling the vagina expand inside of him, leading up to a new womb- but touching his lower gut also brushed the teats, making him twitch from the sharp pleasure and then start aggressively targeting them! Fuuuuck, so horny! His entire lower body is just buzzing with pleasure no matter what he does. He cannot squirm away from it! The Y shaped opening of his new pussy clenching, hungry for penetration. His original penis was still transforming even after the pussy formed though. The knot grows till it forces the foreskin back- turning it instead into a furless sheath, barely able to contain the knot. The rest of his shaft blushes red as the veins in it become much smaller but also much more numerous. The latter half of the shaft swells, becoming thicker- giving it a club-like shape, but in doing so the shaft stretches the glans into obscurity, so it simply ends in a slightly impacted, blunt head. The knot is effectively the glans so- it already exists elsewhere. His urethra stretches a bit longer though- longer than the shaft behind it, projecting a bit off from the head, into a rounded spike of flesh. Andrew in frozen, whimpering as his dick rapidly twitches from the pleasure of transforming, but the sheath doesn’t draw itself off the knot, and the transformation finishes without bringing him completely to the edge. He slumps forward- on his hands and knees, panting. Uuugh, pleasure fading but horniness isn’t. He was so close. He sits upright, wrapping his hand wrong the sheath and knot with one and dipping two fingers into his new pussy with the other. “Need... the edge off... driving me nuts! Fuck... nowhere near any of my toys.” Telathrean shrugged, taking a few steps forward. “Well if you want to play- I could help with that.” Andrew looked up at him, cocking his eyebrow at the demon’s utterly blank crotch. “You are no better equipped for this than I am...” Telathrean swung his tail around in a wide arch and caught it in one hand, and put a finger and thumb on the spade tip with his other hand- and drew the flesh back. Under a sheath of black flesh is the diffused red of a very bulbous phallic glans! Tel’s... ENTIRE tail, is in fact, his penis. The spade tip is the glans. Andrew was too horny to think about it- its phallic, he needs it. He won’t be able to think of anything else without getting off first. The burning, incessant need of a bitch in heat, making his new pussy drool under his cock. Andrew stood and walked closer- Tel walked around him. Tel wrapped his arms around his midriff- squeezing the teats and hugging him close. His long tail wraps around them, coils around Andrew’s dick, and the rest teasingly waves around in front of his face before curling forward and bopping his lips. He slides the tip in, but squeezes his dick below with the same motion, then pulls it back, causing the coiled tail to brush the sheath back and expose the knot! The tail rubs the underside of the knot now- which is the most sensitive part of a canine dick! The pleasure sparks new changes in Andrew’s body. He isn’t trying to flee further or grit his teeth and resist the magic now. He just squirms in Telathrean’s grip in pleasure, willing to sell out the other half of his humanity to get off. Tel let him go, recalling his phallic tail before re-crossing his arms around the pretty boy- this time placing his hands up; cupping and squeezing his breasts from behind! He arches his tail between both their legs, before bringing the tip up and rolling it in a circle softly- teasing the fat pussy lips. The skin there so engorged its like soft rubber. Tel pops his tail in and starts thrusting- the spade shaped glans are so bulbous that once it is inside, the curvature on the underside effectively acts the same as a canine knot! Instead of pulling back out- when he draws back it catches on the fab labia and stretches the projected vulva out further from his body. The further out it is stretched- the tighter the sides collapse, tightening its grip on the phallus inside! Then abruptly shift direction and plunge back in deeper- flicking past the hidden clit. Internally- its pleasure receptors are tangled with the ones in his cock, since the clit in the new vulva was born off of the cock. So every thrust into his hungering hole also fires a surge of pleasure up his shaft- and then down his shaft when the phallus draws out. His pubes become soft and the hair colour turns from blond to completely white! His tail starts to grow white fur on it as well, which then continues onto a stripe spreading over his lower back! Every thrust ignites a soft echo of pleasure in each changing part of his body. Even if he wanted to somehow resist the changes- he cannot bring himself to resist the pleasure, and the two are linked. It is making him want to change more! Body getting a bit smaller... but that only makes his dick-tail seem even bigger in comparison! Andrew squirms because the demon’s arms crossed over the front of his torso rub against his over-erect teats! His clothes start to fit looser on him, jacket slips off his shoulders, shirt now loose in spite of being elastic. Since his dick and tail both forced his skirt down and the tail shoved the panties aside entirely- as soon as his size regressed at all, they fell away entirely. Ankles shift- shins shortening, but feet lengthening so he remains the same height. He must be turning into a fairly large dog. Feet getting longer immediately popped his ankles out of the back of his shoes- the shoes remain on his feet only because his claws are speared through the fronts, so they are loosely stuck in place. Toes bulk up and scrunch up internally, drawing the pads on the ends and bases together. Fur grows on the knuckles, but black? And then white. Then black again at the side of an ankle but not the other... spots. A large spotted dog? Dalmation. But... the spots are brown, not black. His girly, breathy gasps and moans echo with the crunch of bone as his face starts to lengthen while his mouth is wide open. Tongue enlarges- gets thinner but much wider. Hair falls out, fur spreads from where it forced the former hair out from the roots. Brown spot over both ears, another over his left eye but not the right. His left eye itself also shifts colour- turning the same olive green his female persona has. One blue and one green eye now- heterochromatic. Actually that may also be why his spots are brown instead of black! It is the same brown as his alter-ego’s hair! His feet transform completely into paws, causing him to fall back heavier against Tel, no longer able to stand properly on two legs. He has shrunk enough that Tel tightens his grip with his arms crossed and lifts the transforming man off the floor entirely- holding him up while he fucks him! Being held by a guy much stronger than himself really turns him on- Andrew’s dick now firing a gob of pre on every second thrust. Lube dripped down the arched phallic-tail. Another patch of fur on his chest, on the knuckles of his hands! All the patches expanding toward one another to meet and complete the dog pelt. Hips pop, becoming narrower, but deeper. Then from the bottom up his ribs do the same in rapid fire. Collar bone regresses. Neck vertebrae longer. His whines starting to sound more like a dog, his mouth opening and closing slowly because of the weird feeling of growing a muzzle. Face stretching longer and longer! Upper lips droop a bit, giving him slight jowls! Entire body glowing with light pleasure from all the subtle finishing changes as the last few traces of humanity are sold out for more bliss. His dick is waving up and down so aggressively it looks like it is nodding in agreement to something. Pussy so wet the spade shaped knob plunging in makes lewd, wet, squelching sounds. His own tail wagging uncontrollably. Tongue lulls out, panting. So close, so close, mooore! Knowing the dog was ready to blow, Tel smiles and angles his tail more- pushing it forward between their legs in a wide loop; curling the tip to jut into the bottom wall of Andrew’s pussy, targeting his prostate like a sniper- while the steep arch causes the shaft of the tail to grind against the clit at the top front corner of the vulva, which is in turn tangled into the nerves running into the cock immediately above that! Andrew barks without meaning to from the explosion of pleasure and flails his limbs a bit, putting his head up and back against the front of Tel’s neck as he explodes in orgasm! His pussy looks like a gulping mouth as it grips the tail trying to draw it further in while trickling fluid. His cock makes exaggerated bobs, firing thick streamers of cum into the air over a foot before they splash against the already filthy floor of the derelict train car. Being held up by Telathrean, Andrew couldn’t do anything other than to just ride out the waves of the orgasm, falling limp in the demon’s arms. He is not that much smaller in dog form than when he was human but Tel still holds him up effortlessly. Dalmatians are big dogs, and he was a small man. His shirt never fell off- it is a bit of a loose fit, but he can still wear it in dog form. His shoes clung pretty good too, but as soon as Tel started thrusting they fell free- they only remained on that long because his claws speared through them. His fishnets sort of remained on too- becoming loose when his feet extended into paws but because the material is already sparse the claws didn’t really harm it, and they are elastic enough to cling to him regardless. Once Tel put him down onto all fours he kicked his legs to knock them off though- they look silly on a dog. When his knot starts to soften and regress in size the sheath immediately pops itself back over the knot, then the rest of the dick slides back into it. Once dormant- his genitals sort of look like a figure-eight, the top loop is his sheath and the bottom his vulva. After catching his breath and letting his head clear a bit, Andrew looks up at Telathrean with his miss-matched eyes. *You could have even been my demon... realm of Envy, right?* Unlike the others, he is aware Tel could read his thoughts. Tel let out a short laugh. “If I wasn’t old enough to be your ancestor, sure. Now come- I should bring you to the others. Don’t worry- you aren’t the first to turn into an animal in preparation.” It is true though- Tel technically could have been Andrew’s own demon. As someone born of a body they don’t feel belongs to them- the demon he spawned in Otherside would be from the realm of Envy, the same place Telathrean is from. Because the two sides of reality typically never interact with one another- demons are not aware of the humans they spawn from, just like their corresponding humans are unaware of whether a demon was created from them or not. Only if you use a spell specifically to summon YOUR demon will you be able to learn of them- and your demons will in turn immediately become aware of your existence as well... which is typically very dangerous. Because if you solve your problem- they die, so the minute they learn of YOUR existence, they are going to immediately hunt you down. But Telathrean is from a tome over a thousand years old- the pages of the book are so old if you tried to fold them they would crack apart. That is why Andrew was hesitant to put up too much of a resistance against Tel. He feels bad for the demon, and wants him to have fun to make up for it. Justin is utterly oblivious to the repercussions of his actions; the fact that he did not only summon a demon to do his bidding, but the fact he summoned a DEAD demon. That tome is thousands of years old- both Telathrean and the human who unintentionally created him will have died many hundreds of years ago. THIS Telathrean is a copy of the original created from the runes, which act as a sort-of restore point for him. But the original is surely dead, so this Tel is the ONLY Telathrean. The problem there is that this one exists as part of the summoning pact. Doing Justin’s bidding is a death sentence. As soon as Tel fulfills the summoning contract, he goes poof. And since he is the only version of him that still exists... he effectively dies a second time. Telathrean has already collected all of Monica’s friends. But he does still have one target left... Justin himself. Doesn’t have to hunt Justin down obviously- but he does need to swap that humanity out. ----- [center][b][u]Day VI : Sleighing It[/b][/u][/center] ----- Justin and Monica’s apartment was nice, but, not exactly big. And certainly not a place meant to contain farm animals. Ken’s sides brush either side of the doorways, barely able to fit through any of them. Clover needs to bow low to avoid cracking her head on the top of the door frame. They both have to rest on the floor because any furniture they touch would fold like paper under their weight. The apartment at this point is starting to look like a petting zoo. Female sheep with oversized udders, shadowing the movements of a male pygmy pig. A hermaphrodite dog, a genderless cow, and a draft horse stallion who literally cannot go anywhere in the apartment without shoving furniture aside in order to move. He woke up to the sound of the floorboards rhythmically creaking. Sigh... Clover is fucking Ken again in the storage room. Justin has already given up trying to keep the floor in there clean. Whether its splattered with horse cum or it looks like someone had a water balloon fight with milk instead of water- that room gets soaked and re-soaked every couple of hours. Until those two get shipped out, he has given up on it. He scratches his black beard, eyes barely open yet as he shuffles down the hall past the door to the storage room, toward the living room and kitchen. No dividing wall between the two really- two pillars with a counter between form a sort-of barrier between the two spaces. One has a carpeted floor the other is tile. May is resting on her side watching TV- her udders are too big for her to lay flat on her underside comfortably so she always rolls over to pop them out from under her, so her fat cone-like teats are on full display almost all the time. Bryan is asleep on top of her- he is so small he can use her woolly body like a giant pillow. Andrew is standing in the space between the couch and coffee table, front paws up on the table as he looks over some of the relics Monica had shipped home to Justin, including the tome Telathrean was summoned from. He can’t talk in human language in this form- but he can still read. Justin seen the magic snow globe Telathrean was using before and shook it up, gazing into it to see where Telathrean is now and what he is working on this time, but when the snow started to re-settle... it was a view of this very kitchen. Hm, maybe he isn’t phased into this plane right now or working on anything. But... he did gather everyone, which was only step 1. Where and what is step 2? He put the globe back down and glanced at the living room again but then froze in confusion. No sheep, pig, nor dog. The lighting suddenly changed... the actual room lights were off. Aside from the snowman outside and the snow angel the neighbour’s dog made; he had no decorations up. Finding out his lover wasn’t even going to be home for Christmas sort of killed his motivation to decorate in the first place. But now all the decorations were up! Streamers, white and blue lights lining the rooms, a wreath hanging over the kitchen counter that doubles as a fruit bowl. A decorated Christmas tree with so many presents stacked under it that the boxes trail a quarter of the way through the room! Justin wandered to the living room, looking everything over. It felt so cozy, and nostalgic. Some of the decorations on the tree have been in use since he was a little kid- one of the baubles was from when Monica was little too. But, looking at it all did immediately remind him of Monica, and make him miss her that much more. They needed the money sure, but he still wanted her home more. And she certainly wasn’t exactly having fun over there, either. Telathrean better know what he is doing. But as he passes the hall further into the apartment to get to the living room he spots a figure out of the corner of his eye, and slowly turns to face her. Her hands up on the wall on either side, over her head, waving her long lashes at him with her bedroom-eyes. Monica stood in the hall waiting for him, but she has been transformed! Not into a feral like the others- an anthro! She is dressed in a festive red skirt with fluffy white trimming- but the entire skirt is barely long enough to cover her pussy if you look at it dead-on, if she moves at all, she will flash her vulva. She is wearing a matching shawl, but again- it doesn’t cover anything other than her shoulders and her upper back, and she has nothing on under it, so her tits are just out and about. Adorning her head is a huge rack of antlers- they have an overall C shape to them. Not the crown of your standard deerkin, and since its on the head of a female you know it can be nothing other than a caribou; Reindeer. She has a demi-muzzle, her eyes still forward set and she still has eyebrows. The top of her muzzle has dark brown fur that fades both to white hair toward the nose, but also fades back to naked flesh at the front of her nose, only covering the very top, and leaving the rest of her face naked. Her fingers but not her thumb have tiny rounded, pyramid shaped hoof segments where her nails should be, but her legs end in actual reindeer hooves. For an even-toed ungulate; reindeer have VERY broad hooves, so they do not sink in the snow. Just like a camel has extremely wide hooves so it doesn’t sink into the sand. Because she is still half human her mammaries seem to have split the difference. She has her two E cup breasts she would normally have, but she also has a candy pink set of udders on her lower midriff. The first two segments are basically just pink skin- if they project out at all, its too minor to actually tell. The two segments below that are about the equivalent of C cup breasts. Because a caribou has fur on its udders but Monica is still half human which does not have fur; her pubes are replaced with powder-soft white fur, and form a bit of a treasure trail, which goes straight up and over the middle cleft of her udders. She has a very fluffy triangular shaped plume of a tail that twitches eagerly over her butt behind her. She has fur on her hooves that tapers off at her knees, so her thighs are naked. Her neck is buried in shaggy fur- entirely white. It ends just before her collar but because its so long and fluffy- it droops into her cleavage. So that damn demon found a way to bring her home? What about her work, though? And turning her friends into animals? What was the- eh, he is too happy to see her again to care. Unlike Bryan; Justin actually knows how to take a hint, and doesn’t hesitate to discard his shirt as he hustles down the hall to her, standing outside their bedroom door. She giggles musically and twirls in through the door. Justin takes a bare-foot step inside and hears a crunch, glancing down to see the bedroom was now festive looking too, including a trail of fake snow leading to the bed! It looks like snow, it crunches like snow- it isn’t actually cold, and it wont melt. The uh, the decorating in the bedroom may have gotten a little out of hand though. Five Christmas trees surround the bed; three on the far side, two on the near side, basically only allowing enough room to get to the bed, and watch the TV off the foot of the bed. The rest of the room is hidden in pine needles. Luckily the decorations on these trees was much more sparse because it would be far too easy to knock things off of them on accident. The bedding all red and white, with Monica on all fours already bouncing on the bedding eagerly like a pepped up kid. Her large breasts wobbling energetically under her. “Hehehe~ come oon, hurry up! Momma’s been homesick. I want to ride your North Pole~” The only thing he even still had one was pyjama bottoms so he tossed those off as he was climbing onto the bed. Justin is a bit hairy himself; aside from his black beard, he also has a field of sparse black hairs across his forearms, his crotch is an absolute bramble with a treasure trail up to his belly button. His chest is also adorned with a rather dense triangular patch of hair as well- she joked once he should shave the letter S in it, because its almost the same shape as Superman’s crest. Tight but lean muscle- he makes a living training other people to sculpt their bodies so naturally his own is on-point. As for endowments, chicken egg sized balls in a lazy slung scrotum, penis is a respectable six and a half inches, cut- but crazy thick. Like, drinking glass girth on this thing. The man has a yuletide log on his crotch and Monica wants a sip of the piping hot eggnog in it. She pounced forward and stole a kiss before he knew it, reaching up playfully and cupping his balls- jingling his bells. He took her hands, knowing she will only just keep teasing him till he takes charge anyway. Knits his fingers with hers, pushes her onto her back and pins her hands to the bed with his own. He lifts his torso off hers, letting his heavy cock swing between them for a moment before lining himself up. The pine trees surrounding the bed sort of makes it feel like they are making out in a forest, rather than a bedroom. She giggles with glee as he thrusts into her. Her petite udders jiggle energetically but her fat human breasts roll around. On her back they roll to the sides, up, then back down and clap together at the bottom before repeating, keeping time with his thrusts like a pendulum. Though his eyes are locked on hers the whole time- his thoughts wander a bit when he feels his dick suddenly plowing deeper into her than it should be able to. Without changing his thrusts his strokes were suddenly much longer... his cock is growing while inside of her! The girth did not change but the length did. Every stroke, an electric tingle of pleasure radiates in it and he feels a surge like a rapid erection on top of the erection he already has- stretching it longer than its supposed to be able to. It fades on the outward stroke but then returns again with the next inward thrust. The glimmer in Monica’s eyes told him she knew more about what was happening than he does, so he doesn’t miss a beat continuing. More and more surface area rubbing together- the tight muscular rings of her inner vaginal passage rippling up its length on reflex to the pleasure, inviting him still deeper. She bent her knees, straddling him with her fluffy legs and hooves. To put on a show for him, she turns her chest every second thrust, causing her breasts to roll in a figure-eight pattern. Longer and longer his cock stretches- the intensity of the pleasure from it stretching itself causes him to slow down drastically on each inward thrust, otherwise it would be too much at once. After a bit it became only the latter half of his penis that stretched- the bottom stopped, so the portion that grew now was just the portion past the circumcision scar... which now formed a slight fold... a mid-point. The glans stretched out of shape, only the flared corona remained and mostly only on the sides and bottom facing end of the shaft. It only flared while inside of her pussy- if he were to draw completely out, it would equalize with the rest of the shaft again and be virtually undetectable. Because of how they flare out- if you were to look at his cock dead-on, it would look like an upside-down heart. The phallus of a cervine. His vision became a bit blurry as blood flow concentrates to his head and the bone of his skull starts to branch! Skin and then a soft layer of fur form over bumps on his forehead that start to grow into crescent shapes. His ears become pointed, his nails and toenails thicken- but he is far too distracted with Monica’s giggles, twinkling eyes, and the abnormally vivid buzz of pleasure in his stretching cock! His hands click and crack, bones becoming bulky, fingers harder to move, smaller range of movement. Nails bulk up, darkening. Monica slips her hands out from under his, and he has to keep them there to hold himself up and keep humping. She puts her hands up on his muscular chest and with her own blocky hoof-like nails, she runs them through the hair of his chest, lightly scratching him. As if triggered by her touch, the hair started to fade; black to dark grey, base grey, then white! From coarse hair to dense, soft fur! Spreading up onto his neck, the fur starts to bloom from him to form the same bushy mane Monica currently has! She runs her fingers through it again and again, grabbing handfuls of it and gently tugging till her hand slips free and then grabs a new handful. His pubes likewise turn white and soft, inverting the natural hair colour and then spreading wider. And his crotch was already a jungle to begin with. The thick hair on his forearms also turns- but here is becomes dark brown. His shins also starts to develop the dark brown fur. His limbs spread a bit wider on the bed- because his feet and hands stretching was pushing him higher off the bed than he wanted to be while plowing Monica’s plump mound. He was not changing the same way she was though. His hands were changing at the same rate his feet are- which means he is getting cannon bones on his legs and arms! Four full hooves, no hands at all. The mane of bushy fur doesn’t stop with his neck, either, it spreads across his entire chest, then tapers off a bit in length, but continues to be just as bushy as it connects with the stripe of white fur that used to be his pubes- dividing his entire torso in half with the soft white fur. Thumb and big toes regress, feet and hand lengthen- merging into a single large bone. Middle two digits become huge but short- hoof segments off the front absolutely huge; wider than the limb it connects to. Outer two digits form into the dew claws, getting shoved to the side and forced to fold in toward one another on the back side of the limb- getting locked into that position, with virtually no ability to move remaining. In the back his bushy mane even grew between his shoulders a bit. I stops under his jaw- but his beard changes structure as well. It remains the same length and colour- but turns from coarse hairs to soft fur. Justin had been hovering at the edge of the peak for so long that when his entire groin rang with pleasure from the spell completing the changes there- he immediately fired over the edge! Monica’s inner walls rippled wildly, gulping at his cock as it erupted! His loud groan unintentionally sounded a bit like the bellowing of a reindeer! He collapsed onto his side while she slipped off his spent dick, cradling his head to her fat breasts, against the wall of fluff that is her mane and gently petting his new mane; running her fingers through it. “Wuh..? Why did I?” “Your the one who joined in these reindeer games.” “But... I don’t have hands like you do!” “You didn’t need hands to have fun- I think we just proved that.” Eh, whatever. Too tired from transforming and fucking, just want to cuddle. Figure out his weird body later. They end up yanking all the blankets and top sheets off, sitting together and then piling all the bedding around themselves in a pyramid while they turn the TV across from the foot of the bed and watch cheesy Christmas programming. Still a while away- they usually start playing this programming as soon as Halloween ends. And most of it has such brain-dead plots that; never mind being child friendly- you’d swear a kid wrote it too. Sure they grew up alone, an outcast, hates people. But then as soon as the villain has a positive human interaction he immediately changes his mind. Like... you’ve been hating on people THAT long, plotting against them and arranging this scheme to ruin Christmas for so long, and you never actually attempted to be nice, once, during any of that? You saw how everyone else was enjoying it and decided to hate on it immediately without actually having ever once tried it yourself? That never once occurred to you? That is like looking at everyone drinking out of a fountain, enjoying how fresh the water is and then turn around and eat a handful of dirt. Yea man, the water you never tried sure does suck, probably, keep eating that dirt. The poorly written, predictable plots made it easy to make fun of them though, so the two reindeer cuddle, chuckling to themselves and cracking jokes till the early afternoon. Rubbing up naked with Monica in their nest of blankets eventually caused his long cervine dick to stand up again, and the moment it did- Monica jumped at the opportunity again! She rolled over him, shoving him to the bed and smothered him with kisses! His dick rose higher into the air as his erection hardened and she just leaned back- spearing the tapered point into her butt this time! His hooves just sort of hang limp over him- nothing he can really do with them like this. Monica starts bouncing on him energetically, causing her small udders to jiggle wildly as they collide with his tight, furry abs while her large breasts flop and wobble heavily above, putting on a show of dancing flesh. Like his humanity is rubbing off against her insides- every stroke causes more changes in him. Slow at first, then picking up speed; matching the pace of their sex. The crescent shaped antlers grow bigger into C shapes, then start to branch into multiple tines! They feel itchy- the bone antler within the velvet wrapping is starting to out-pace the velvet covering. The skin stretches too thin, blood cannot circulate properly, which is what causes the itch- the nerves are going numb from lack of blood flow. The fur on his limbs starts to creep higher now, approaching knees and elbows, then upper arms and thighs! His already pointed ears now stretch out into leaf shaped ears- wisps of white fur at the base of the opening to protect against airborne particulate... like falling snow. The skin inside of his ears turned charcoal grey, while a coating of dark brown fur covers their backs! Now that they are able to pivot around- they point to the source of the plapping sound between Monica’s udders and his abs. He was panting soon enough, his fur keeps crawling further, insulating him way better than he needs to be. The fur on his legs starts to wrap slowly around his hips, but then his tail bone flicks up and out, and quickly blossoms into a bushy tuft- which then spreads fur from its base up to the small of his back, connecting to the fur from his legs. Then the fur spreading from his mane down his back and the forest of fluff that used to be his chest hair spread over either side of his torso- and were married in the middle by the fur from his arms as it surpasses his shoulders. Monica leans further forward so she can make longer, more exaggerated strokes- so there is more continuous pleasure before the brief gaps, but that also put her boobs directly into his face. Her tits rolled up and down his face like someone rolling bread dough. He once again bellowed without meaning and came into her rump this time. Monica was a bit surprised- she planned to edge him much longer, and thus progress his changes much further, but she doesn’t have particularly detailed feeling in her ass. She didn’t know he was that close! Justin himself wasn’t even aware what was happening yet. Because Telathrean and the others were not even around- it didn’t occur to him he was just the next in line on his own hitlist. He figured Monica just wanted to get kinky now that she was back. She does know magic herself, after all. Since his pelt of fur is complete except for his head- you’d easily mistake him for a full reindeer already. His body is still human shaped, limbs still half human shape, and head entirely human except for his ears and the antlers with itchy, too-tight velvet. Since his hips never shifted yet, he can still walk on two hooves, and thanks to how broad the hooves are- he can balance decently well. An actual reindeer could never. They can stand on two legs, but their legs would have almost no side-to-side movement, so turning around or altering their stance in any way would be impossible without dislocating their legs. Their legs socket to the pelvis on the BOTTOM(front, if they were standing up), not the sides. Monica offered him a bit of eggnog he wasn’t even aware they had, getting him a little buzzed before they resumed watching TV- this time in the living room. Late afternoon... going to have to think of dinner soon. Normally they take turns cooking dinner but uh... until he gets his hands back, she is obviously going to have to do it. He doesn’t want to stand near a hot element with all this fluffy fur anyway- even discomfort aside, it is probably fairly flammable. Monica remained flirty though, and cuddled close- glancing at his pink pillar every so often like someone glancing at the gas meter in their car. Justin’s body couldn’t even pack it away, so even when fully flaccid his dick is awkwardly flopping around his crotch. He is circumcised, and the reindeer equivalent of that is- he has no sheath. It isn’t that he hasn’t gotten it yet- he can’t get it because he is missing the equivalent part. Giving him one would require an additional spell. Monica grinned as his shaft slowly stood again. Justin groaned and stood up, stepping away before she could reach for it. “C’mon, plenty of time for that later... twice in one day,... it tires me out you know. If we keep up this pace I am going to pass out before we even eat dinner.” She managed to reach his dick briefly before he could step away, the twang of pleasure caused him to stumble and fall onto all fours! Between the low lighting of just the rhythmically alternating Christmas lights, and the ‘nog she fed into him- his head spun from the fall, unable to keep up with the quickly movement. Monica however scurried back up to him, like a vulture swooping in on its prey. She cupped his balls gently from below and almost instantly he groaned and bowed his head a moment- suddenly feeling pent up! After the sex they already had, he should be struggling to fire off a couple of drops- but instantly now felt like he hadn’t gotten off in weeks! His right, and then left ball gurgled, lifted up and then swelled larger rapidly as it descended back to rest in the scrotum; though almost looked like it was rising again because enlarging caused the scrotum to shrink around it, so they can’t hang as low. A bit more oblong than they were before- the chords leading into the bottoms give them a sort-of nub at the bottom that causes their overall shape to look almost like a pair of lemons. Justin could feel the internal muscles in the bottom and base of his cock and balls alike flinch, making half-clenches, trigger-happy to try and get rid of the too-much cum. Monica was also eager to help. She just gently bobbed the dick with one hand, rolled his balls in the palm of the other and ducked to position herself under him... which also prevented him from trying to slip away. One antler on either side of him now that her head is under there- preventing him from moving. Justin groaned as she sucked his long candy pink dick- his nose felt badly congested even though he could still breath perfectly fine. The itching tightness increased in his antlers but he doesn’t have hands to scratch it! A few stray beads of blood flicked out and with a wet ripping sound- the velvet on his antlers exploded off like a ruptured balloon skin! His antlers grew to their completed size while the velvet around them gave up growing before even his last changes finished. His skeleton groans like the trunk of a tree in a wind storm- many bones all over his body trying to shift at the same time, but having trouble without the other bones shifting first to make room- so they are all waiting for one another, to see which joint pops first. Because he is so backed up, his pleasure spikes high very easily- so every time it shudders powerfully before it is ready to climax, it instead delivers Monica a gob of precum. In or out- every pass of her lips and tongue rippling up and down his shaft causes echoes of pleasure to ripple through his entire body- lingering where change is waiting. Building, till the change is forced to happen. His ribs ended up being the first to fold. The bottom set cracked first, then the others up from there at increasing speed. His sternum shoved forward as his rib cage becomes bigger but also changes dimensions! Human ribs are wider than they are deep- a reindeer is deeper than they are wide. His collar bone also devolved, and then the pressure inhabited his neck- the echoes of pleasure slowly building it with each ripple. His pelvis changed shape- shuffling his legs closer together as the joint shifted to under him- the pelvis becoming quite tiny compared to a human’s. This causes his body to look MUCH larger when viewed from the side- bit it is actually narrower when viewed head-on. A gentle sensation like a good stretch fills him as his entire body grows in size, matching a reindeer buck. Large enough for a human to potentially use as a mount so- obviously bigger than a human is. His neck then pops, causing a tremor up into his head to shake his vision as the vertebrae creak and enlarge- causing them to each quietly pop twice; once when it becomes too big to connect properly to the next one up, and then again when the next one up enlarges and they fit back together. His mane of fluff grows to keep the expanded neck just as buried as his human one was, almost looking like a giant bushy beard. He moans and tries to tell Monica they should wait- he is becoming too beast, but all the pleasure and strange shifts made it too hard to concentrate and instead he muttered and bellowed like the beast- thoughts too far apart to form any intelligible words right now. The pressure in his sinuses releases with a loud pop as the bridge of his nose expands! His nostrils flare huge! He groans and grunts even more as his face starts to push out, even before his neck as fully finished. The fur that was his beard spreads up from the bottom edges of his face while the fur of his mane infects the hair on top of his head and turns it into black fur to progress down the top of his face! The hair formerly on his head actually already matched a reindeer anyway. They are white at the very tip of their nose, but then black around that, black up the bridge of their nose, top of their head, and turning back to white on the mane. The sides of their face are brown though- so, the parts formerly occupied by bare skin. Longer and longer his face stretches, at first taking up more and more of his field of vision before his eyes are caught up in the growth as well and forced to the sides of his head, so his own face is less obstructive of his sight. He still attempted and failed to warn her he was running out of human. Head increasingly triangular looking from the side from stretching forward into a full muzzle. His iris expand to hide the whites of his eyes. As if to confirm it is done its work, his entire body rang with pleasure for a moment- short lived in most of his body, it stacked with the pleasure already radiating from his groin and sent him over the edge into an orgasm too! The lights returned to normal and everything reverted the second his orgasm started. Bryan, May, and Andrew just gawking at him in confusion as he ejaculates all over the floor between the kitchen and living room. Telathrean was just sipping some eggnog in the kitchen casually- ignoring the event altogether. Ken and Clover were peeking up the hall at him from a half-opened door to the storage room. Even as his orgasm calms down, Justin is frozen in confusion and embarrassment. The entire thing had been an illusion. Monica never returned home, Tel just set up all that to make things more... entertaining for Justin while he was transformed into an animal. Which is fine... except that only he seen the illusion. So while he thought he was fucking an anthro version of Monica, he was in fact just thrusting into the open air and ejaculating all over the place while turning into a beast, while everyone else just awkwardly watches, confused as to what he is doing. But I mean; its his apartment, if they have a problem with that- they can start chipping in on the rent. Telathrean places the empty glass down by the sink with a smile. “And now, things get interesting.” ----- [u][b][center]Day VII : Studded[/center][/b][/u] ----- Telathrean gathered them all that evening, knocking furniture aside to be able to fit them all. The place was meant to house two people not a small zoo. Tel wandered back and forth, his tail lashing around in wide arcs behind him. “Okay so- here is the plan. Christmas is still a bit away, which is good, because we have travel time to account for. What I ultimately plan to do is transform you all into trinkets and ornaments and then I can literally mail you to Monica. Once you are in her hands- you turn back.” Bryan started oinking in distress but Tel motioned toward him and a magic grip squeezed the end of his snout- silencing him for now. “You won’t feel like you are trapped- you won’t be able to perceive anything in the form of an inanimate object. You won’t even age, it will be like time froze for you.” Clover bucked her head, before looking down and motioning back and forth- trying her best to point at her current form. Tel smirked. “Well, your current forms were not necessary, specifically. I needed to transform you into SOMETHING first, because even if you are an ornament; if you are an ornament that looks exactly like a real person, someone is going to get suspicious. To prevent magical terrorism; they are going to do a quick sweep of the package when it enters another country, if they detect a human’s arcane signature- they are again going to be suspicious. I had to turn you into something other than a human before I applied the next transformation in order to bury the truth deep enough that a cursory scan cannot find. And rather than just random whatever- I might as well make it interesting, right?” He walked closer to the group of animal, brushing his fingers through Clover’s hair and then patting Ken on his big head. “You two were keen in your fantasies but didn’t have the resources to live it out as vividly as you imagined. But you know what they say- don’t ask of anyone, anything you are not willing to do yourself. Seemed a bit unfair to play out one another’s fantasies back and forth but never experience it.” He knelt down and pet Andrew’s head. “You always wanted a female body, so now you have it- in addition to a male body. Now side-by-side, you can make a more informed decision over what you really want in the end.” He stood up straight again as he walked over to Justin, cocking an eyebrow and then slowly helping him untangle the garland he unintentionally got wrapped in his antler tines. “You were doing this to bring a joyful Christmas to your lover, and their friend. Naturally I chose the form of the most festive of all animals for the occasion. Who better to lead the sleigh than a reindeer?” He stood before May and Bryan, perched on May’s back. Tel crossed his arms and shook his head at Bryan. “You were too lost in the forest to see the trees. Wasting all your effort trying to look cool to be accepted, so, I removed it utterly. Turned you into a little piggy hoping you’d take the hint once the distraction was removed, but you really are dense, aren’t you?” He glanced further down to May. “And I gave you the endowments you always wanted, while accentuating the personality you already had. Far too sheepish, my girl. If you do not step forward to take what you want, you will never have it.” He wandered back a bit before turning to them all. “But, even with the shipping time taken into consideration- we have more time than we actually need.” And if he completes the contract, he effectively dies... so he isn’t going to finish it faster than he needs to. He motions over them all. “And so, before we give our gift to Monica, let us give one another our presents, hmm? A Gift Exchange!” A multi-coloured wheel with their animals on it appeared, hovering in the air. “You’ve been stuck in that form a while now, so lets start with the little piggy over here, hmm?” He spun the wheel. “Let’s see who your secret Santa is...” Bryan started oinking in worry, looking around distressed and scrambling down off May’s back, about to run for it to avoid even further changes! The wheel stopped on horse, and Telathrean smiled. “Clover! Looks like the pig finally becomes the stud he was always trying to impersonate.” Bryan scrambled up the hallway away from the front of the apartment, hoping to avoid the effects of Tel’s game but already felt the tingle of magic in his body. May also quickly trot after him, trying to get him to stop and calm down. Telathrean isn’t trying to bully them! But as ever- he is ignorant to May trying to help him and is simply trying to flee. As he passes the bathroom and approaches the storage room door, she catches up enough to nip his tail- holding him back with her teeth! The floor in the hall is wood, so with her holding his corkscrew tail, his hooves keep moving but don’t actually go anywhere, they slide against the hard surface with virtually no traction at all. He was running faster than her- but she is twice his size, so she still caught up to him with half the effort because her stride is larger. The tingle of magic became more prominent! His hooves scrambled on the floor even faster but she wouldn’t get him go, and he eventually flopped onto his belly, slipping on the smooth floor. May went cross-eyed a moment looking at the small thin tail in her mouth. It seemed to throb thicker a moment, before the gentle tingling wave of magic fired itself and concentrated from his body into the tail, and it started to thicken quickly from the base up! May let go of it to watch. It looked bruised for a moment but that was the skin colour changing. The darker it gets the less saturated his otherwise pink skin is, till it turns to a charcoal grey spot encompassing his tail and the immediate base. Thanks to how his butt cheeks deform the bottom of the spot, compressing it into his buttcrack; it looks heart-shaped, even though its technically round. The tail bloats far too thick to be able to spring back into a spiral like it had been. It feels hot, and a soft tingle is felt as hairs rapidly start to sprout from it! Bryan wiggles his plump butt back and forth from the tingle of the hairs growing before managing to roll himself over onto his back and then curling his body from one side to the other- trying to rub the tail against the floor to scratch it. A hairy cone, then a bushy tuft, a long wispy tail, then longer and longer still. The hairs growing in are near-black shade of brown- since these traits are being copied from Clover’s current state. A large, voluminous horse tail growing from a football sized pig. The hair on the tail alone is like five times the length of his actual limbs. They both gawk at it for a moment before Bryan realizes she also has a prime view of his huge pink balls in this pose! His dick is slipping out of the sheath thanks to the subtle internal sensation of the magic prodding around in there. The waves of mana in his body feel sort of like the surface of a body of water as you enter it- except rather than wrap around his body the feeling passes through his body. In actuality the mana itself doesn’t feel like anything- the actual sensation is his body reacting to the mana. Tiny micro-waves through the organic tissue. He went to flip back onto his hooves to hide his unintentionally lewd display from May but a ripple of growth surged in his body, causing him to grunt several times from his little snout. The feeling of overall growth is a pressure, not even a very strong one- but it is felt everywhere in his entire body all at once. Because its equal everywhere- no one part pushes on any others, there is no point of tension, and so it all expands without anything to hold it back. He looks at May past his own round belly and balls, using her as the closest point of reference to his own size. Bruised spots started to appear all over him as the pressure swelled him larger- becoming darker and diffusing into more charcoal grey splotches. One covers his lower right arm, another on both shoulders but extending only onto the lower left part of his back, two smaller ones on his underside. One testicle but not the other, both ears but not his face. His growth slowed as he became the same size as May herself! The size came from a stallion, which dwarfs them both in size- but its being mixed with a pig no bigger than football, so, it couldn’t make him THAT big. He took a moment to get his breath back- making a few quiet snuffling sounds unintentionally because of how large and long his nostrils are. After a moment he remembers May is gawking at him and quickly flips over to hide his obscene junk. Before he can get onto his hooves properly to move, the feeling of change enters his limbs causing him to stagger, thudding his side against the wall so he is propped partially up on the floor and partially on the wall! The muscles are unresponsive, joints squeezed into one another a bit too tight, too hard to bend- his limbs are changing shape! A bit more immediately gripping however was the automatic pleasure started to heat up in his genitals without him doing anything to them! Fat, angry purple veins bloat up around the base of the shaft, wriggling out from under his sheath. His shiny smooth balls audibly gurgle and precum starts to slowly flow through his shaft- forced forward by building pressure inside. May nudges him with her triangular black nose, pressing up to him, offering her warmth like a comfort blanket. Bryan jumps a bit, stumbles because his legs are still locked up, and turns himself, bowing his head as if in embarrassed apology for the lewd display of his contorting form. Sigh, you really are an idiot, aren’t you? As soon as May hears the gurgle in his balls and spots the glistening thread of pre connecting his bobbing, spiralled dick to the ground her vision practically fades to pink. Her shyness-restrained lust becomes so overwhelming she feels dizzy. May pushes her nose under his huge balls, and bucks her head! She flips his entire body end-over-end, thudding him back onto the floor on his back, but this time walks over him, preventing him trying getting back up! She turns around abruptly- slapping him in the face with her giant black tits and immediately popped the end of his dick into her pursed black lips! Even now that he is the same size as her- each of her massive tits is easily bigger than his entire head; all he can see is a wall of soft, smooth, hot, rubbery black flesh. Her teats so big its like sucking on the bottom of a soft rubber ice-cream cone. Even Bryan couldn’t miss the queue at this point- start sucking and licking those tits, or she will suffocate you in them. She put her head between his growing legs, sucking down the entire length of his cock. As long as it is- its not very thick, so still not that hard to blow. His balls though; almost as big as her head each, one black and one pink. They pulse- growing one and then the other, half a second apart, tiny growths but rapid and numerous. He frantically wiggled his limbs uselessly into the air over him, startled and confused by the suddenly aggressive affection. Well, sudden for him. Literally everyone BUT him already knew May has been chasing his tail for years now. The muscle bulked in his limbs making them look more normal proportioned rather than round and plump. Pig limbs are quite short, but now become much longer thanks to horse traits, which would make his ability to move around much less awkward. His neck as well tightens and stretches a bit longer, a bit leaner. A hot prickly feeling down the back as a line of hair starts to sprout- forming a Mohawk of bristly hairs on his head, down the back of his neck and ending between his shoulder blades. Brown- matching Clover’s hair colour, not his own. A short haired mane. May sucks down his whole dick, deep-throating him so her lips touch his soft sheath, and she presses her nose into his huge balls. She can feel the heat radiating off them, the salty musk, the dizzying pheromones seething out of them. She can feel them nudge her nose as they grow bigger and heavier. The fruit of his manhood ripening! His cock was enlarging too though. Veins appear faintly in his entire crotch, drawing in a disgusting amount of blood to feed his member. The veins on the shaft expand fatter, darkening in coloration as they appear to dig further up the shaft like the roots of a tree of flesh. They thud hard with stiffness, then slowly soften then another thud from his heart- back to hard. When they soften- the shaft bloats. The internal structure then the skin take turns stretching- his pleasure receptors going crazy; both being sucked by May but also the stretching itself causes an automatic, inescapable pleasure that offers no respite. As much as May hated to- she had to start sliding back off. It was nudging the sides of her throat! He is getting to thick for her to deepthroat. Thicker, bigger, thicker again. Thump, thump, thump- the beats of his heart hammering against the surface of the bloated veins, stuffing more and more blood and forming more meat in his dick. As May is pulling back- the glans actually get caught in her throat! Ack! She pulls back, needing to jerk her head a few times before she bends the glans forward enough for it to pop out of her! The drill-like spiral on the end of the tapered shaft is the glans of a pig- but introducing stallion traits is rapidly mutating its proportions! The spiralled ridge projects further and further off the shaft the closer to the tip it gets- and now ends in the wide umbrella shaped glans of a horse! No bumpy corona though- perfectly smooth edged, the spiralling portion of the glans transitions into it. Because of how it ballooned out from a different shaped cock- rather than a divot around the urethral procession toward the bottom of the face; he has a rounded spike of a procession directly in the middle of the head. No divot around it, so the front of the glans is a perfectly smooth, slightly rounded surface, no divots or crevices at all. The blood pressure here is so high as it stretches the glans that it feels itchy! May nibbling it a moment later is both an explosion of pleasure but it also forces some of the blood back out of it- effectively ‘scratching’ the itch. The head is far too wide- she cannot actually get the whole thing in her mouth, never mind her throat. So she nibbles the rim while licking the head- flicking the urethral procession playfully with her tongue every time a new glistening bead of pre builds in size on it. She had to start backing up, rolling her enormous tits over his entire face. Bigger, heavier, longer- too long. Not wanting to lift her udders off him, she instead has to lean her head to the side and let the cock grow past her head- over her shoulder! She nibbles the lower, spiralled portion of the glans. His balls stop growing again- though continue to make a quiet rumbling gurgle often as they churn energetically. Each testicle around the size of a medium beach ball at this point... which, given his current size makes them each heavier than his entire torso. Even with his much longer legs- he ain’t lifting those off the ground. May eventually crawls forward, placing her front limbs over the testicles, resting her weight against them- ear to the scrotum, she can hear the roar of fluid inside, churning like a vortex. They clench one and then the other from the pleasure, nudging her head back and forth with their weight; the muscles in his groin now strong enough to resist her entire body weight. Her udders wrap around the base of his cock- his dick wedged firmly against the ebon cleavage. She humps- shoving the udders into it, tit-fucking the base. Horse dick veins on a porcine shaft look angry- blushing purple they wrap around the lower half while the spiralled glans wrap around the latter half; so the dick is textured all the way up- no flat shaft to be had. The further toward the head they spiral- the more purpled the glans become as well from internal pressure. May rolls her face against the soft scrotum flesh, painting herself in his scent- obsessed with it, wanting to be wrapped it, covered by his giant member. She wants to get pumped so full of his cum she looks just as heavy and found as these balls. She thrusts her huge tits into his cock, causing the end to bob in the air with increasingly exaggerated swings as it gets bigger and heavier still! His dick is considerably longer than his entire body is at this point- the head wider than his own skull. Shaft as thick as his thighs with balls big enough to use as an anchor for a small boat. The rumbles in his balls becoming tighter sounding. Their rocking slowing down- rolling down a bit less each time. His pleasure has been high enough to orgasm for several minutes now- but the transformation kept increasing his capacity, so rather than tip over into a climax it just kept rising higher. The moment the changes stopped- his body shuddered. The balls lift May up, squeezing into her face. The shaft bucks against her hard- swinging the heavy head through the air and erupting cum in a beam across the hall at the upper wall opposite of them hard enough for the cum to audibly thud against the surface! Ah, but, he still has a porcine capacity for orgasm. The enormous, heavy blasts of cum only last about a minute or two, then large shots for another ten minutes. Then regular sized jets of cum for another ten minutes. Then small spurts for yet another ten minutes. Then finally his orgasm tapered off. Bryan had no idea how to react, what to think, or what to do. He cannot talk in this form anyway. He was so exhausted he didn’t even move, he just remained pinned under May who continued to gently kiss and lick at his balls while his cock slowly packed itself away. May only started to get off of him when his body suddenly started to shrink again! As if deflating from expending all its energy- his body retained its proportions but regresses in size. Bryan himself is barely aware of it- his mind barely conscious from the exhaustion of his extreme, long-held orgasm. Time itself slows for him- making it more impossible for him to be able to notice in the first place. His body isn’t just shrinking- it is changing to a different material, hardening. In concern, May nudges him with her hoof, feeling his body is usually hard, then as he continues to shrink uses her hoof to lift him, trying to prop him up to see if he is okay- but his eyes are expressionless. He is looking at her, but he does not see her. He turns to porcelain while propped up like that- causing him to be sat on his own giant balls. But by the time he shrank into that pose- his balls are both about the size of a tennis ball each, with his body perched on them, front hooves up and just sort of limp in front of him in a sort of begging pose. He turned into a little trinket, though certainly a, uh... UNIQUE one. His glans almost look like a hat resting on his sheath- even fully flaccid his penis is too big to completely pack away, so the much smaller, softer glans are still outside of the sheath with the plump bump on the middle that is the relaxed urethral procession. So that is it then- this is the form he will be shipped to Monica in. A small porcelain figure. He isn’t conscious like this, time has frozen. That will give May a lot longer to think about what just happened than he gets. Her lust finally outgrew her shyness and smothered it to death. Five animals remain... the gift exchange must go on, but for now they rest. And Justin attempts to clean up the hall- but without hands there is only so much he can do. Telathrean will return tomorrow- revealing another trait trade. ----- [center][b][u]Day VIII : Endowed[/center][/b][/u] ----- May slept on the couch again that night, but thanks to the erotic experience of getting off her crush’s giant mutating member; her dreams were a hot mess. In her dreams he didn’t stop growing. She was lifted on his swelling balls, rolling in the scrotum slung between them like a hammock. They deform into oblong orbs before the pressure explodes the walls out on either side of the hall and his nuts grow into either of the adjacent rooms. Bigger and bigger- steamrolling the entire building. May getting rolled back and forth as one and then the other clench- lost in the soft creases of the scrotum between balls bigger than homes! His musky shaft wobbling in the air over her like a tower- the tip so far above she cannot even see it past the flared glans! Andrew briefly attempted to share the couch with her- sleeping on the left side while she is curled into the right, but was woken up when May started to hump her own udders against the couch cushions while still fully asleep. With a sigh, he hops off and curls up under the TV across the living room instead. The carpet is nice and soft anyway. May was having another dream where she was tangled in a mess of leather straps- suspended while faceless humans massage and milk her bloated black tits. Petting down the smooth length of the oblong udders before squeezing and tugging down the length of her cone shaped teats, causing her to erupt milk out. But no matter how much they milked, there was always more. Telling her she can go free once she is empty- but she never empties, they just keep milking her and milking her! She woke up around noon the following day- her dreams too sweet to want to wake from. She was eventually woken up by Ken and Justin attempting to free Clover, who is apparently now trapped in the kitchen. She was eating from the fridge and then attempted to turn around to her right to return to the room- but that put her between the middle counter and sink... there isn’t enough room for her to do that. She only realized she can’t fit when she was half turned- so she was wedged in that position unable to get out. So now Ken is shoving his head behind her giant muscular ass- biting onto and pulling her tail, and Justin is attempting to the push her back while trying to not jab her with his antlers. She stood up on the couch about to hop off, but let out a short, startled bleat when she spotted Telathrean grinning at her. Only a few inches tall- the mini Tel stood on the back of the couch looking down at her- the colour wheel hovering over his left hand as he places his right finger on its edge and flicks it, spinning it. “Since your love interest is already packed up, it would be cruel to leave you waiting, so you are next up on the gift exchange!” He glanced at the wheel as it starts to slow. “Who will be your secret Santa..?” He placed his finger back on the edge- stopping it himself. “Just kidding. Its cow.” Rigged results this time. “You do enjoy your endowments after all so why not double down? Oh... although I guess a cow isn’t JUST more endowed, its also a considerably larger animal than you currently are. Ah well, I am sure it will be fine.” His form turned to coloured vapour suddenly, vanishing to leave her to her changes. Her body shuddered as she felt the faint warm wave of magic in her. Wait, COW? She is going to clone traits from Ken! Her last dream before waking up might just come true. She wanted to dart off to get away from the others, but to where? A gentle pressure in her entire body, she starts to grow slowly. The growth makes any movements she attempts to make stiff- she has to fight the pressure that is currently enlarging her in order to move. Her tail bone starts to push out longer now, stretching her little ball of fluff! She awkwardly steps down onto the floor with her front legs, pausing a moment to regain balance so she doesn’t fall forward and slam her face into the edge of the coffee table, then drops her back legs. Her udders wobbling immediately sends a shock of pleasure into her! Her udders are warm and heavier! A radiant pleasure slowly building in them, but especially when she moves them... they are producing milk now. Her body moves on reflex to the pleasure and she steps back, slamming her butt against the wall on the far side of the living room and grinds her pussy against it! She bleats- but does not open her mouth, trying to muffle herself. The large septum ring clinks against the stud in her upper lip from the movement. Her wool grows to keep up with her upper body, but seems to have given up on the lower. The bigger she gets the shorter the wool becomes. It becomes smoother, straighter, then shorter. The coloration turns black to match the fur on her limbs- because Ken also has a short black pelt. Now it almost looks like she is wearing an enormously fluffy, sleeveless wool jacket- because her wool only covers her upper torso, neck, and the top back of her head. Luckily her skin is hidden under the black fur of her face, because she is blushing vibrantly under it as she grinds against the wall. She if facing the others across the way and trying to make as little movement or sound as possible as to not call their attention- but that gets increasingly unlikely as her size keeps enlarging. Because her pussy is shoved against the wall, her tail is forced up against it as it lengthens- it seems the wool gave up in this as well. It is black fur rather than wool that paints over her new length of tail, but the original plume of wool remains and actually enlarges a bit into a sphere of fluff! She essentially grows the full tail of a cow- but the tassel is replaced with a wool pom-pom! Her overall growth slows to a stop but she becomes weak in the knees and almost falls over as the gentle pressure instead turns to a quick ripple of pleasure that shudders through her entire body! The quiet sound of swirling fluid from her udders and a sudden surge of pressure- they feel hot to the touch now. Filling! So much milk! Her size obviously did not stop at the body of a full cow- but rather a halfway point between cow and ewe. About the size of a very, very big dog. Like, her overall mass is probably currently a bit larger than she was when she was still human. The others are still distracted so she tries to skitter into the hall to get away and get some privacy. Easier said than done, however. In spite of still being the same size- her udders are double their former weight now and slosh aggressively with any of her movements! They are already enormously oversized for her before any of the additional traits even started to manifest- so now in order to move, her back legs have to shove the weight of her tits forward to take a step. That causes her udders to slosh back and forth, making it hard to stop or change direction- because she has to wait for her tits to stop swinging, otherwise they will yank the rest of her in whatever direction THEY want to swing in. She slows when she turns to the hall but then staggers because her udders swing to her left- following her former momentum, and then she staggers a few steps forward without even meaning to because her tits are nudging her forward before she can stop them entire. Pausing a bit in bewilderment of being pulled by her own endowments, she resumes her careful trotting a bit more cautiously. Teats bloating- filling with milk, making them look more round. Udder segments more round than oblong now, looking like they are lifting a bit on their own, just because the skin tension is rising trying to contain all the milk. She needs to get to the bathroom- she is about to burst! She already feels bad enough watching Justin & Monica’s apartment slowly fall apart trying to host animals it was never meant to, she doesn’t want to hose it down with even more milk. Without even needing to hop up, she can reach the doorknob with her mouth to shove it open and then just rams it with her head to close it again on the other side. The groans with her head still pressed into the door, her body feels so hot. Her udders feel so good and tingly! Itchy pressure in the teats, they cannot hold!! Her groan drags out and increases in force turning to a low bleating as several stream of milk erupt from her teats on their own! She turns and waddles to the bathtub, putting her front hooves up onto it but as she tries to heave herself over- her lower hooves barely leave the ground. Holy shit the weiiiiight. Is she full of milk, or molten gold? Her udders weight more than she does. She flops her chest against the edge of the tub to catch her breath from that failed attempt, but the pleasure radiating out from her causes her to hump the side of the tub several times, bleating. Her thrusting the udders against the tub cause the milk to erupt from her even more aggressively! ACK! Stop making a mess, get IN the tub first!! She hops with her back legs, barely making it off the floor at all but hooked her elbows around the top of the tub and heaved with all her strength with her front legs. Her dainty little back hooves kicking around, udder dribbling milk all the while, she grunts and heaves and manages to pull herself far enough that she falls the rest of the way over- the edge of the tub is rounded, so once enough of her body was on top of it; gravity did the rest. Unfortunately that means she entered the tub head-first, slid to one side then thanks to the rounded bottom, rolled back to the other side before her squirming puts her head toward the bottom of the tub and udders closer to the top- closest to the drain. Her udders leaned toward her, dribbling hot milk onto her sides before she poked them with her front hooves and flipped them the other way, or as close as she can. She can’t aim them behind her back legs because the udders are too big to actually fit between her legs. But the warm ripples of pleasure caused by the magic induced changes lingered still. That was only the lactation aspect, there is still the proportions of a cow udder to add to her already over-endowed sheep mammaries... and the fact the cow is a lot bigger than she currently is... and the fact it has four udder segments to contribute to her two. Like someone lit a match under the sprinkler system, her teats erupt into several streams again on their own only this time the flow is even fighting gravity- because her teats are pointing up not down. Just giving into the pleasure at this point, she bleats giddily, opens her legs as far as she can and shoves back with her fore-hooves, then closes her back legs onto as much tit flesh as she could trap- trying to use her four limbs together to squeeze the udders as much as possible. But the flesh pushes back. It is more than milk building inside. Applying pressure discharges the milk quickly enough but the actual fat and meat of her tits just as quickly swells to take its place. Not just the udders themselves but also her teats, gradually start to grow. The weight against her crotch feels sooo good but is also slightly worrying, because she can tell without even trying- she literally cannot get up. That is more weight than she can hope to lift, she is pinned. The giant black teats start to lean back toward her again just from a lack of other places to go. The black skin is so smooth already- it glistens now with the wetness of its own milk running down the surface and showering May with her own bounty. Taller than the tub is deep- some of the milk is escaping to her left, over the edge of the tub! Bigger, fatter, heavier. Radiating heat and pleasure. The pleasure is a soft but constant buzz, mirroring the outward pressure as they fatten. The internal pressure also shoves her milk forward automatically, bloating the teats- both creating an itchy pressure and relieving it with the sharper, electrical pleasure of the milk erupting out. Teats already so big a human hand cannot encompass them. Her bleats and gasps of pleasure leave her breathless, chest heaving as she just gawks in awe as her mammaries rise above her! Each of the two segments already the size of the rest of her body- and she is slightly bigger than a normal human. They roll forward a bit making her close her eyes and turn her head- afraid for a moment her own tits were about to crush her to death, but they wobble over her. The udders are so fat that when they fell forward- they are too big to actually fit inside of the tub, the sides of the tub push them together and they squeeze into one another creating a roof of cleavage over her head! If someone looked at the tub right now, all they would see are two giant tits filling the entire thing- she is utterly hidden under them! The milk is sloshing around under her- ack, her butt must be partially covering the drain! She is making milk faster than the drain can get rid of it, so the milk level in the tub is actually rising!! But she cannot move, her tits anchor her in place so she can’t clear the drain. Half the milk she is releasing isn’t even going into the tub at this point, because her teats are ABOVE the tub, so half of it is getting onto the floor regardless. The cleavage approaches her face, slowly- bloating still fatter, sagging inward, gravity fighting the surface tension. The air trapped between her tits and the hot milk below is so hot. Ack! She turns her head sideways before flicking her ears forward- she got milk in her ear! The liquid levels are still rising! Her right udder squished now against the wall beside the tub, causing most of its bloated mass to push the left further to the left, causing it to start to fold and droop over the edge of the tub! She is starting to overgrow the entire bathroom! If you were to squish her teats narrow enough to fit into a human hand- they would be long enough now to require two hands just to completely encompass a single teat. She couldn’t even produce at sound at this point- May was just breathing heavily, eyes wide in shock at the wall of tit flesh drooping over her, she cannot even SEE the scope of her own endowments, only feel. Milk touches her shoulders, still rising. Oooh God, don’t drown yourself, don’t drown, don’t drooown!! She can’t get up, and she keeps making more milk! She can’t even call for help because not only can she not speak English- her voice likely cannot even carry through the bathroom door because its muffled under a canopy of tit flesh. Her hips twist to the side and she winces as the flesh is tugged uncomfortably and suddenly. Her left udder rolls off the top of the tub entirely- still held aloft from skin tension, unable to fall far from its sister; it rolls off the side of the tub and hovers just over the floor- dripping milk now onto the middle of the bathroom floor. The right udder rolls over top of her, once again sealing the tub under its fat- but because its just the one; the curvature legs it sink far enough down that she gets slapped in the face with her own tit! The rubbery flesh just lightly bounces off her luckily- still mostly supported by the edges of the tub. Milk at the sides of her neck!! The growth seems to stop at least. Each udder almost as big as a giant fair pumpkin, stretched oblong, crowned with rounded cone shaped teats so big they are like mini traffic cones. So much hot, glistening black flesh! But... she is still lactating. Thanks to the transformation induced growth, she is only just now actually starting to empty. While she was still growing; so was her milk supply, so in spite of spewing milk everywhere constantly- her supply wasn’t actually going down. Milk lapping at the sides of her body and toward the front of her neck! Hot milk at her collar bone, over her shoulders! The small waves of milk slapping against her pussy lips. She bleats in distress but no one can hear her- her voice is trapped in the tub. Aaaah, milk touching the hinge of her jaw! Halfway up her ribs! Almost to the front of her chest- touching the back of her lips! She can’t even hear herself now- even with her ears flicked forward the base is still under the milk and filled! S-she is going to drown in her own milk!?! Telathrean appears on her monumental right udder, springing up and down a few times on its surface in amusement- listening to the tub make farting sounds as air escapes between the smooth tub surface and the tit flesh. “Heyy- sorry to interrupt. I know how great milk baths are for the skin, but- your transformation is done, so. Time to get ready to ship!” In an instant the milk started to glow and lift up, turning into pure energy and dissipating into the air. Though her insane bodily proportions do not change- May’s entire form starts to shrink quickly! You would think shrinking would feel like and outside pressure shoving in- but it actually felt exactly the same as growing did- an outward pressure pushing out, even though her body is going the other way. The pressure becomes stronger as she shrinks. It starts to feel really weird. Her body feels so light... like, even compared to its size its lighter than it should be. Her udders are regressing in weight even faster, feeling like virtually nothing soon enough! When there was enough room for her to squirm around, she manages to pull the udders into the tub instead of over it, so she can put her ass down and sit up! Her arms look puffy? It is like her insides are having a harder time shrinking than her outsides. Her pores seem unusually large? As she turns her forelimbs she realizes her hoof segments also somehow look a bit bloated and rounded, and porous like her skin? Wait a minute... that is...FABRIC?! That is why her tits feel so light- they are filled with cotton! She isn’t shrinking into a porcelain figure like Bryan did; she is turning into a plushie! Even in toy form she will be warm and squishy. Her head felt oddly congested. Thoughts floaty... soft, fluffy, so spread out... too light. Head literally full of fluff. Her perception cuts out as time stands still for May, leaving a stuffed animal in her wake for Telathrean to pick up and admire- even with her greatly regressed size; he still needs two hands to hold her- one for her body, one for her udders. She is now only six inches from butt to the tip of her muzzle- yet either segment of her udder is still a bit larger than a watermelon, and her teats still like ice cream cones. With fabric skin and nothing but stuffing inside- she doesn’t weigh hardly anything now at least. Her tail is just a strip of felt leading to a little pom-pom. In the form of a plushie- her udders would actually be a great pillow. “Still cute. I will make sure to pack you next to Bryan- your soft body will act like packing foam and keep him from getting knocked around in transit. Two down, four to go.” ----- [u][b][center]Day IX : In Heat[/center][/b][/u] ----- Thanks to Clover unintentionally distracting everyone- no one knew May had even transformed again. They assumed she was just using the bathroom normally- but eventually had to open the door because other people needed in, only to find it dishevelled but empty, May already taken by the demon. Which was a relief for everyone else because that meant they were safe for the rest of the day. Telathrean only does one transformation per day. So they will be ready to ship after their twelve days of Christmas. By the time they know what is going on- they will be back in their human bodies with Monica. Instead of paying the cost of travel for six people- they pay to ship a single package. Early the following morning Ken woke early because he was hungry. Ken grunt at the fridge, the vegetable crispers were empty. They were running out of food again- except now they were all animals so they don’t have anyone to get more food. He used his nose to shut the fridge. He turned on the spot- body far to big to move easily, even along the edges of the kitchen. He paused when he seen Telathrean leaned on the other side of the middle counter. The demon quickly shuffled three paper cups around before motioning to them. “Which one is it going to be?” Ken snorted, not eager to pick but knowing he might as well get it over with. Clover enjoys his new shape so he isn’t exactly chomping at the bit to muck it up. He has no fingers to point so he pointed with his huge tongue. Telathrean lifted the cup to reveal the image of a dog! Andrew’s form! Tel smiled. “Damn, you picked the female canine traits. Just like the other two!” He lifted the other two cups, revealing they all had the dog image, it didn’t actually matter which cup he chose. “See, I was mentioning how I gave our resident mage a pussy to try it out, when I remembered- I left something out of your transformation! Time to fix that.” He felt the tingle of magic pass through his body from his nose down, but the further down it passed the stronger it became, becoming louder and more pleasurable as it coalesced back at his groin!! When Ken turned into a cow, his genitals turned into the udder, which technically rendered him genderless. Pleasure, and a pang in his mind that he needs to be filled, even before he has the hole that needs filling! Ken has a dazed look on his face as he steps back- pressing his ass into the wall behind him, grinding his crotch on it! It feels so good! A bit puffy, stiff, starting to widen- the internal portion of a clitoris grows behind his udders! Deep inside, a womb, then branches into ovaries, then a thin vaginal passage burrows outward through the wall of muscle that is the pelvic floor. On the surface, the internalized clit grows bigger and bigger- the base pushed up so it doesn’t connect to the pocket his anus sits in, giving it a triangular shape to it. It blushes diffused red from arousal. It is entirely loaded with pleasure receptors, so its growth is like a near-orgasmic rush but there is no pause. He remains propped up only because he is grinding his rump on the wall- his back legs have buckled from the pleasure and aren’t doing anything to actually hold him up. The drywall starts to groan, not at all meant to support a cow’s ass- with a loud bang he accidentally rams his entire ass through the wall into the wooden support beams and insulation inside! The edges of the hole spread his cheeks and with a wet *smeck* the vaginal passage connects to the surface- and the flesh parts over the opening wrapping around the flattened internal clit, to make the labia. But not just any ol pussy- a canine vulva. He groaned, feeling a pressure in his teeth- almost the same feeling of your ‘teeth floating’ when you really need to piss. He grit his teeth, scrunching up his face at the feeling as his teeth knit together- growing longer and sharper! A cow with fangs! And teeth in the top front of his mouth- where cows typically have nothing. His transformation seemed to pause there. Is that... it? No. Doubtful- Telathrean is missing again, vanished while Ken was distracted. If the transformation was done he will have instigated the next one to turn him into a trinket. Buuut- now that Ken has fangs, he opens the fridge again with his face and starts rummaging for meat he can eat for breakfast instead. His stomach has four chambers and they are all empty! In the middle of devouring almost every edible morsel left in the house- his front legs locked up, starting to tingle with the pleasant, gentle internal ripples of magic. Unfortunately to eat- he was standing up using the aid of the counter and front hooves- his front legs don’t really work when the magic is messing with them, so he is trapped in that pose for now! A cow is definitely not meant to stand on two legs though, so this was causing his legs to ache. He shifted his weight back and forth because of it, causing his giant udders to wobble as a wide effect. He looks at his hooves in curiosity as his primary toes seem to regress and the dew claws expand, slowly starting to equalize them! The hoof segments were less yielding than his reforming flesh- a strong pressure where the two meet before the hooves start creaking. With a loud, hollow clack his hoof segments all shatter! If you ever stubbed a toe hard enough to split the nail- you should know that generally hurts, a lot. This didn’t however, because the portion that broke away, broke off because the finger linking into it became too disproportionate, so the part no longer connected to anything flash-decomposed. The part that IS still connected- remained, revealing large canine claws, inside of the shattered hooves! As the two primary toes shrank, the outer ones folded further out to the sides and popped back in place in a single row with the others- all once again facing forward! Shoulder blades shift a bit and Ken slips forward on the counter in surprise. The structure of his cannon bones start to shift and his forelimbs slip out entirely- causing him to crack his jaw against the counter and fall to the floor! Legs holding his tits off the floor, but his front limbs limp- the transformation numbed the muscle control, so he couldn’t move them enough to pick himself up, so his chest and the side of his face are flat against the floor. He groans feeling the cool tile floor slide against his face, and then his eye open again in surprise realizing the floor obviously can’t move- his face is what is moving! His muzzle is getting a bit longer, and also becoming narrower toward the end! Canine traits- but because they are being blended with the existing bovine face, the end result actually ends up looking like a sharp-toothed horse face. His already giant ears grow still bigger too, spreading on the floor on either side of his head. His arms let off some grim sounding wet crunching sounds- shocks of gentle tingling numb the direct sensations in them so he actually can’t tell if it should have hurt or not. The single bone once again branched into many- its becoming the long hand of a digitigrade creature rather than unguligrade like a bovine. Even if he could control his muscles he could not stand up right now- without hooves to stand on his arm structure would just hurt itself. Longer more complex digits- not meant to support all the weight, that shifts back to the upper part of the hand. The fur falls out in patches over swells in his skin. The skin thickens, blushes a diffused red, and fills with compressed fat to cushion his steps... giving him dog paws. He groaned deeply and then let out a huff as he slowly folds his arms under himself to try and pick up his front half, slowly. It felt good to move- transforming the muscle structure, basically refreshed them all- so they feel good to stretch and flex. The first thing he noticed is because of the structure shift... his front half is now unbalanced with the back. It isn’t a huge difference, but his arms are shorter and his ribs a bit smaller as well as his shoulder blades shifting- so with all four limbs fully extended, his ass would still be in the air- his butt is taller than the rest of him. As he was getting up he almost slipped and smashed his face against the floor again! He freezes up and lets out a quiet moo, his ears flicking and his eyes roll back. His udders feel so good! But the sensation shifts and branches forward! The tremendously fat milk veins leading into his udders shuffle around, squirming below the skin like snakes! Though the fur is extremely thin here already- it starts to fall out, revealing more naked, candy pink skin among the dark fur. Two patches a bit smaller than the udder segments behind them and then two half the size of those- which actually kind of made them look like large areola. The skin in the centre tightened , compressed, and started to push out. Everyone else in the apartment glancing over wondering what he was doing in the kitchen as he starts squirming around so much Ken starts ass-checking the counters. The feeling is an intense electrical pleasure, he wants to touch the forming nipples so baaaad but has no haaaands! Little nipples, teats, then fat and heavy teats! The extra four develop till they match the existing four, but, they have no udder segments. Ken still just has four udders, but eight teats. These came from a dog after all- dog’s don’t have udders. Groaning as the changes stop, his new pussy now drooling from the pleasure. Felt so good, but now he is all worked up and can’t get off without help! Ken finally drags himself off the floor fully. Wobbly on his paws at first, not sure if they could take his weight but they do. Appetite satiated for now and all riles up- he leaves the kitchen and makes a beeline back to Clover in the storage room where they have been staying. At first Ken energetically mooed and motioned with his nose and tapped his paws on the floor trying to communicate with Clover what happened. She obviously looked over the changes she could see, but had no idea what he was trying to communicate. When he turned around and presented his new vulva she certainly figured it out quick enough. She nudged the fat rubbery triangle of meat with her soft flared nostrils. Her massive cock slowly rolling itself out, wobbling around from her crotch as she plunges her tongue into the new pussy. At first it is hard to fit- a dog pussy versus a horse tongue only works because a tongue is quite amorphous. Ken’s pleasure went from 1 to 10 almost instantly though, his new clit hammering with his heart beat! His pussy put the death-grip on Clover’s tongue without meaning to as it ripples with a miniature orgasm almost immediately at the touch. Because not only was he already riled up- the actual pleasure is being echoed by the magic-induced pleasure of transformation. He isn’t done yet. It is a dog pussy, sure, but its on a cow’s body- its size needs to be adjusted. While the inner folds remain neon pink, the fat projected labia darken as they grow- from diffused red, to a grey-red, then slate grey, and finally black to match his pelt, making it blend in rather than stand out like his udders. As the clit enlarges and engorges even further, the top corner bulges. A canine clit is anchored on the inside of the upper corner; because the outer vulva is so engorged you will never see the clit exposed to the open air. It enlarged enough that there is a round bulb on the top corner now- so the clit itself still isn’t visible but you can very easily see where it is. Because he still has a male prostate buried in there- his pussy is able to produce lube a bit more energetically than it should, making him dripping wet easily. His passage expands to easily accept the tongue of a horse- and soon enough, another equine body part. The vulva was already plump and projected on an actual dog, grown up to fit on a cow- you could dig your fingers into the passage and grip the projected portion on the outside and each of the three sides would be fat enough to completely fill your grip on its own. In spite of the opening squeezing shut into a tight Y shaped pucker; you could probably shove an entire human head inside of him without much trouble. Don’t actually do it- because the muscle ribbing in his pussy is also probably strong enough to break a human neck when it involuntarily clenches. Clover pulled away, smirking- knowing something Ken doesn’t about his own changes. He was about to complain that she stopped- but heard the meaty slap of an erect cock bounce off her underside, before he felt her upper body slam down on his raised rump! She scoots forward using her forelegs, aiming her giant dong- the head already a bit flared which would make stuffing it in difficult... but won’t for long. When she was lapping at the salty lube with the end of her face stuffed into his pussy, she noticed what seemed like a deep cleft in an abnormally large clit and realized it is actually two clitoris. He has a two-headed clit. Because in order to give Andrew a pussy- Tel first gave him a twin dick and then converted the spare into a pussy. Ken is supposed to be in a female body not a hermaphrodite, so if his genitals split... they are both vulva. His pussy isn’t just a dog pussy sized up to a cow- its that, doubled. As soon as the wide head of the horse cock shoved against him he moos, rocking forward then shoving into the floor with his paws to ram his pussy back against the cock. The explosion of pleasure is so powerful his vision turns white for a second. The pussy expands as well as stretches and the dick pops in easily. The rippling movement of the inner vaginal walls is twice as strong- the number of muscle ribs is higher than normal and the spare muscle just doubled-down on the existing ones, making the grip of the pussy that much stronger. It CAN stretch wide, but it can also squeeze shut real hard too. Ken has no control over them though- they react to pleasure, so the echo of pleasure from his two-headed clit triggers them as it fires into him, the slight signal delay in the nerves causes them to ripple rather than all clench at once- so rather than simply grab and crush the contents; they pull inward, inviting in more cockflesh. The only one of these he really has direct control over is the outermost muscle rib- that closes the opening of the vulva itself. The muscle that controls that is the exact same one he would formerly use to clench or bob his dick. And Clover thrust energetically- not at all afraid of hurting him now that he has the actual equipment for this! It is producing more than enough lube and drooling pretty consistently, and it still grows! The already pillowy labia fatten still larger and stick even further off his body! It is almost starting to look like a triangular cylinder! A large heart-shaped bulb at the top corner that wraps around the twin clit inside. Bigger and fatter- it wobbles around violently with each thrust. This labia flesh is even softer than his udders white being just as rubbery. It is like, a half-inflated water balloon. Which means powerful thrusts won’t wear on either of them because its like he has an airbag deployed over his genitals. And this causes the pleasure to spike for both of them. The increased pleasure from his new genitals, from the sex, and from the transformation has basically whited out Ken’s brain. His tongue is lulled out the side of his muzzle, he is literally drooling with his eyes rolled back so far into his skull he looks like a zombie. The gargantuan pussy won’t let go- even when Clover draws her cock back, the pussy goes WITH it. It is so soft and so elastic that it grips her cock and stretches out- as far back as she is able to draw her hips without dismounting- the pussy doesn’t expose even an inch of shaft. She cannot pull it out. But when she pulls back- it tightens the skin, the further out it is pulled the tighter the sides cave in and grab the cock. It is relatively air-tight, creating a vacuum seal. So like a Chinese finger trap- the hard you try to pull out, the harder it keeps you in. And the tighter it is stretched, the closer to the surface all his pleasure receptors float, amplifying his pleasure, while the vacuum seal sucks Clover’s dick with an intensity no one else could reproduce. The pussy is so enormously engorged that even her sheath sinks into its opening- though not far enough in to actually enter the vagina itself. Ken has been shuddering like a leaf in the wind, hitting a new mini orgasm almost every few thrusts. The giant udders swing below with the force of the powerful thrusts, making an audible sloshing sound with the milk inside. Clover was peaking, unable to hold back, so she pulled back as far as she could, dismounting, standing on two legs- leaning back slightly but still remaining upright... which means she is technically being held up by the grip of Ken’s vulva. Which increased the tug- and drew the flared head of her massive cock closer to the actual vaginal opening, and the stronger muscles. The next mini-gasm that hit Ken caused his vagina to squeeze, and pull the flared horse glans forward, while Clover was tugging back. Clover absolutely exploded cum into him , which quickly equalized the pressure inside the sealed pussy, breaking the vacuum seal and finally allowing her to actually pull out and fell onto her back, still firing ropes of cum! Ken collapsed onto the floor almost immediately. So much pleasure and SO many orgasms absolutely annihilated his muscles. He just wheezed and groaned- his brain still felt like scrambled eggs. Telathrean appeared nearby though- not missing a beat. “Well, since you are too tired to move anywaaay....” Ken let out a weak moo, and Clover rolled onto her side to watch him start shrinking rapidly. His vulva started to spurt cum like a fountain because his body was shrinking too small to contain it- likewise all the milk he currently had in his udders started to jet out of him like a super-soaker. The world around him seemed to rise up as he becomes smaller. His actions feel weaker because he is too small to influence the world like he could before, his voice smaller and weaker. The ache in his muscles fade though, leaving no sensation at all in their wake. His body becoming stiff. He squirmed around, eventually arching his back. His hooves and paws both left the floor- balancing on his belly as his spine arched back but then his body froze like that. The coloration turning to polished silver. In a sudden burst of energy- a wide but short cylinder appears on his back with a small loop in the middle. A handle? Oh wait, no a place to attach a hook or loop of string... he transformed into a Christmas tree ornament! Tel stepped forward and daintily pinched the little loop to pick up Ken by, holding him up to examine him closely. The pose he froze in looks like he is exaggeratedly leaping over something. He then glanced past the ornament to Clover. “So... you going to do the gift exchange tomorrow? I will make sure you match Ken.” She reluctantly nodded. With Ken already transformed to ship out- she no longer has her source of entertainment, so might as well. ----- [u][b][center]Day X : Mystical[/center][/b][/u] ----- That night Clover, Andrew, and Justin ran into a bit of an issue... there is no food for dinner. They only have one fridge because only two people are supposed to be living here- yet an entire petting zoo has been stuffed in here the last while. Even with only three people left... Ken ended up eating the last of the food before he was transformed. Since Ken was the one who ate the last of it- Clover was dressed up and sent out to try and get more. Which is... a bit of an issue, since she is a stallion. With Andrew and Justin’s help they got a Santa beard on her and Santa hat, and managed to stuff her into one of Justin’s jackets... sort of. The jacket is stretched so thin to be able to connect to both arms that it basically just looks like a band of fabric over her upper back. The sleeves are stretched around the very base of her front limbs, unable to really cover the arms themselves at all. Barely able to move without causing the jacket to explode off her, she carefully trots out the front doors of the apartment with some money held in her mouth. Since it is winter- the sun goes down early; its already dark out. The plan is to find a small shop that is open 24 hours, slip inside, grab the goods and drop the money when the shop keep isn’t paying attention, and thus doesn’t realize he just sold the items to a horse. In her mind, she thought she could be stealthy. Black horse in the night. She did not account for all the snow making most things white and thus a steep contrast to her body. She is also almost twice as tall as most humans in spite of also being down on all fours. She ended up having to dart into lane-ways to dodge people, weaving around the backside of buildings quickly... which put her off-track and borderline lost. It is the busiest time of year for most people so in spite of it being night time there is still a decent number of people out and about. Her huge hooves made a satisfying crunch against the snow below. They also don’t convey the cold that fast so in spite of technically being barefoot in snow and ice- it isn’t that bad. Her body is also very dense so it takes a while for the cold to cut through. Her balls definitely hugged up to her crotch for warmth the moment she stepped outside though. The feeler hairs on her chin became bright white as her breath turns to a coating of frost over them and highlights her nostrils in frost-white to match the fake beard strapped to her. Oooh, why couldn’t she and Ken been transformed at the same time? Now she is stuck doing this and lonely to boot. Her sheath becomes chubby at the memory of their wild sex earlier. Telathrean was obviously dragging this out as long as he reasonably could because that is also how long he exists for. He stops existing when the contract is completed. That is why most people sign up as summoning ritual targets in the first place. It creates a copy of you- so there really isn’t any consequences. Even if you get summoned by a psychopath and killed- who cares? It was a copy anyway- you remain unaware any of that even happened. You only need to be willing to do and experience shit when you make the runic array- because that is the version of you it will recall every time the summon is used. Clover snorted and clopped through the snow this way and that, narrowing her eyes at street names trying to recall if she knows where they actually are. She became so side-tracked trying to avoid people that she got lost. Her chubby sheath jiggles in her crotch as she moves around... the weight of it there is a pleasant, reassuring feeling. It distracts her, she keeps thinking about what she wants to do to Ken with it. Every time she glances at a street sign she doesn’t know, she wonders if she actually should know where it is, and just doesn’t because she is a horny stallion. Is she forgetting things? Becoming more bestial? Telathrean appeared on her lower back- legs dangling off her rump. “Oh yes. I didn’t do anything to your mind, but... that body certainly will. Your brain knows you are in a horse body, which would normally mean you must be a horse. And you are walking like a horse, acting like a horse, fucking like a horse... eventually you will be a horse. If everything you do is equine and your body is equine, what does that make you?” He vanished; re-appearing a moment later already sprawled out across her back with his head just behind her ears. “Big, dumb, horny beast. Built for breeding, not thinking.” N-no! Her dick started to flop out of the sheath as she unintentionally pictures the described beast in her mind. Certainly sounds like what she has become. She is still herself though... right? She... still has all her memories? Right? Wait... but if she forgot a memory, she wouldn’t actually know, because she wouldn’t remember she had it to know she lost it. She... can’t really think of any off the top of her head, she is too horny! D-distracted, just... distracted, she hasn’t actually... nnngh why isn’t Ken here to fuuuck. She slowed her walking, pausing right in the middle of a road, that is currently empty luckily. “Your body is too big and clumsy to me much else. You don’t fit in homes, have no hands to hold. Just an enormous cock to fuck with. Everyone knows what you are for- you can’t hide that monstrous thing. Everyone can see your obscene lust, and know you are little else!” No, that... can’t be true, right? She makes a few idle thrusts into the air as her cock tightens to full erection! Steam rises off its surface- its internal temperature overwhelming the cold of the night. Telathrean vanished again and this time teleported a few feet away, bowing and then rising with an exaggerated wave up from his right arm. From the ground up- the snow quickly followed the motion of his hand and reforged itself into ice... into the shape of a semen collection mount, for horses. Telathrean shrugged, motioning to the mount before flopping over into a snow bank to make a snow devil. “Go on then- it is what you want. If you weren’t just a mindless fuck-beast, you’d certainly ignore this, right? I mean... it is made of ice. You already know it can’t actually feel good, right? You’d give your dick frost bite.” Well, yea. It would be like dumping ice cubes down your pants. M-maybe that is what she needs though. Her cock is steaming as much as her breath is, wobbling around under her- so long and so heavy that every tiny movement she makes is exaggerated in it. When it clenches- the throb of even higher erection causes it to lift and bounce off her underside- which was nearly non-existent fur, so the skin on skin contact sends a jolt of pleasure down that warms her balls. Slowly they descend and start to churn, the tug of their weight rocking under her adding to the motions that perpetuate the arousal. She walks up to the mount and turns as far as she can to the side- to aim the end of her dick to the ice shaft holding the mount up. She scrunched up her face in anticipation but it was just a cool chill on the surface. Her dick is too hot to be frozen so easily, if anything the cold touch is almost soothing. She was hoping it would nuke her boner. She could mount it, wrap it around her cock would feel awful and surely... n-no! Mounting such a thing out in the open like this would seem like she really is a dumb horny beast! She can’t give... in. But wait- Tel likes to mess around with people for fun... what if he was using reverse psychology. So she would avoid the mount and not be able to get rid of the boner? She can’t think with this meat pillar at full mast, she would be too distracted to ever find her way! She would never get to the store; she would just get more lost! “That sounds like a rather flimsy excuse.” Huh? “Blaming your dick for getting distracted and lost. You got lost because your a dumb, muscle-stud built for sex. Your cock didn’t make you lost, your cock woke up because you were already lost. You were lost the moment you plowed your ‘boy’friend with your new toy.” No! N...no? “You knew when you felt his skin wrap tightly around your dick... there was no going back. Even if it reduced you to one working brain cell, the pleasure was worth it. Who needs humanity when you can have its weight in cock~” She quickly hopped up onto the mount. No! S-she isn’t, she will put her dick on ice, nullify this erection and return to her normal state of m-min...d..ooooh. As soon as her cock touches it, the surface starts to melt... which makes the hole very wet. Cold- but not colder than her dick is hot; the two temperatures balance each other rather than the cold nullifying it. Between the layer of water and the fact that the rest is nothing but ice- there is very little friction, her cock just gliiides through, the corona bending forward and back with the thrusts just because its too wide to fit fully flared; the passage is shaped to her shaft, not the head. Hump, hump, hump. She just needs to cool off more, more contact... more contact will... closer to- n-no! She isn’t..! Ah too horny to think! Feels too good, so much cum, she needs to get it out! She starts to thrust aggressively, her breath jetting large clouds of vapour in the cold air, her strong rhythmic breathing starts to sound like a freight train rolling down the tracks. She just needs to get off to think, she can think when she isn’t horny... right? She just needs to get off to think. She cannot think because she is trying to get off. When ISN’T she horny, exactly? Her lover isn’t even here anymore, and she still got horny enough to start fucking literal ice in the middle of a street on the way to the store! Just... stop. Just a little closerrrrgh, no, n-need to stop. Just a few more strokes. This isn’t working its only making her hornier! She slips forward- gripping around the mount with her front legs, which also angles her cock better to ram deeper. She makes a few aggressive final thrusts and then loosens her grip, trying to shimmy her back hooves so slip off, but neighs and bows her head, her entire body shivers in pleasure rather than the cold! She shoved it the entire way through! Her last few thrusts went so far it popped out the other side... her glans flare twice as wide as the actual passage... which means she can’t pull out. The back of the mount shoves into the underside of her glans, which are too wide to get back inside, because the pleasure from touching its most sensitive part causes it to flare as hard as it can go. She tried to yank back several times but the bursts of pleasure cause her to start pushing both back and forth, her front legs gripping the mount fully again. Feels so good, can’t stop. Don’t want to stop. Just a big, horny beast! Cock too big to be anything other than a stud! She thrusts so hard she shatters the ice pillar holding the mount up, but when she collapses onto all fours, she was already too close to back down from the edge. Her dick bobbed, lifting the mount along with it like it was pulling weights, and then erupted! Her cum steams against the cold air so heavily it almost looks like she is ejaculating smoke. Her urethra stretches around the jets firing out of her and her cock radiates enough heat that the mount starts cracking and then shatters off her cock! Tel stood up from the snow as she bows her head, breathing heavily. “Well, now you should be able to remember the street names and find your way better.” Huh? “Well you didn’t think I actually altered your mind, did you? That would be Personality Death... that’s fucked up.” But you- “Said exactly what you wanted to hear. You and Ken get off on this stuff, after all.” He shrugged before vanishing into the dark of night like black vapour. “Your fetish, not mine.” Which is both reassuring and a little embarrassing, because that means she just did all of that of her own will. So... she sort of IS a horny beast... but, that means she was a bit of a horny beast long before she was a horse. Good thing the snowbanks are high, so the people in the homes around her likely did not see the stallion dressed as Santa ejaculating all over their street. By the time she arrives at the store, it is quite late at night. At this rate by the time she actually returns with the food, the others will have probably gone to sleep. Luckily it also means there are no other customers around- parking lot only has one vehicle and its in staff parking. She walks up to the door carefully, the motion sensors open it for her and she slowly trots inside, glancing toward the counter. The shop keeper is leaned over the counter on his elbows- resting his head in his palms, staring into space. Half asleep and bored out of his mind. He takes no note of the horse walking into the store. When he glances at the door after having seen the movement- the doors already closing again and Clover bowed behind some shelves to break line of sight- all the shop keep could see is the top of her Santa hat over the shelves, and just shrugged it off as a regular customer. Since everyone in the house is part animal- they needed something that is extremely easy to cook, or does not require to be cooked in the first place. Eggs work for protein. So she trots to the back of the shop to look in the freezers. She grabbed a basket in her teeth to carry the money and later the items- since she has no hands. She doubts she could stuff an egg carton in her mouth without breaking the contents. She turned her head to bite the handle and open the freezer, but instead of its regular contents- there was Telathrean again. He shivered. “Ooph, condolences to the people who actually have to work in these freezers regularly. Anyway...” He flicked up two cards, backs to Clover. “Pick a card, any card. You’ve been out so late the clock ticked over. Past midnight and thus technically it is ‘tomorrow’. Yours will be the gift on the tenth day of Christmas.” Couldn’t you wait till I got BACK first? “I could- oh, but the anticipation would surely kill me!” Right, I am sure that’s the reason. Why only two cards? “Everyone else already went. One secret Santa for everyone- no repeats.” Shouldn’t there still be three cards though..? Eh, whatever- the left one. Telathrean turns the card to reveal the image of a sheep jumping over a fence. May’s traits! From nose to tail- Clover felt the soft tickle of mana dance through her body almost immediately. Telathrean smiles, taking a slight bow as he once again vanishes. Clover stumbles back a bit, till she catches her butt on a corner shelf- the feeling becomes more of a familiar pleasure when it passes through her genitals, and her sheath fattens again as a side effect. Oh no, not again, she just tamed it! Her limbs felt pleasantly tight, like a strong hug, and their structure started to slim down. Though still muscular, her upper limbs became leaner and the lower limbs actually started to look a bit spindly in comparison to the rest of her. Immediately above her hooves a soft warm tingling signalled the growth of her fur, going from the very fine pelt everywhere else to long wisps of hair! From base brown to pale brown, then a sandy colour, then cream coloured... like sheep wool. It also gets a bit curvy, but that just makes it very wavy- the hairs too heavy to actually curl around fully. Long voluminous fetlocks! Almost a foot long each, so they definitely drag on the floor. Slightly more concerning than that though; Clover scrunches her face up and grunts at the pressure in her single digit! The bone inside was branching- retaining the same overall mass, but trying to split. That was easier said than done though given it still connects into her hoof. A divot in her skin just over her hoof on either side, deepens into a pocket. In rapid fire all of her hooves crack at almost the same time- the bone divide yanked on it hard enough to splinter it off! The back side of all her hooves break off, almost perfectly forming into a dewclaw! The branched bone becomes two much smaller digits to support the dew claws, and with the hollow pop of a cracking knuckle; they fold behind her foot, too high up to actually touch the ground. A sheep has four toes, a horse has one; the end result is a leg that ends in three toes. The primary hoof segment looking sharper than a normal horse’s, since the sides technically got shaved off to make the dewclaws. As her dick emerges the glans and latter half is now a pale peach colour- quite a contrast to her default skin colour; the dark brown of the bottom half and balls. Her normally naked sheath now develops longer hair- quickly turning to cream colour as well, longer toward the opening of the sheath, so it sort for looks like her sheath has a beard. The pelt on her underside becomes cream coloured in a long, narrow diamond shaped patch tapering off, pointing at her ribs. She shakes her neck and tail on reflex from the feeling of the hair moving around on its own! From root to tip- the cream coloration bleeds into it, and the hair starts to curve back and forth, forming large, tight waves in it. It looks like it remained the same length; but because of the waves in it, it is actually longer now. May’s fur itself is black though, only her wool is cream coloured, so most of Clover’s body remained the same brown its always been. Her mane and tail felt like it weighed twice as much- it is very voluminous. A sharp prick against her forehead though, and she glances at her reflection in the glass doors of the freezers to see a bump on her head erupt into a short spike! It grows back, then around to the right, down, then left and back again! A... ram horn? But narrow and in the middle of her forehead? Horse have no horns and male sheep have two- the middle ground there is one. But rather than be asymmetrical- its position also took the middle ground and grew out of the front of her head instead of either side! It feels itchy as it grows out- the nerves and blood vessels in the skin being shoved aside are being cut off; dying nerves feel tingly and itchy. The longer the horn grows though, the tighter the curls become- it becomes even more narrow! The twists begin to touch one another- so only the outer facing side of the horn is visible at all. It... looks almost identical to a unicorn’s horn, except the surface has a coarse texture like a ram’s horn, and its a sandy brown rather than pearlescent white. Actually... now that she thinks about it- her entire body is looking a lot like a unicorn, aside from the tail; unicorn have tasselled tails. Clover’s eye cross a moment, her balls gurgle and her genitals clench so hard her dick wobbles itself perfectly straight and drools pre for a half second like someone turned on a garden hose. Like someone just turned her prostate upside down and forgot to put the lid on. Her butt slams into the floor so fast she takes out every shelf of the shelving unit she was backed up against, flinging chip bags all over the lane. Made so much noise the shop-keep actually woke up for a couple of seconds- but the Christmas music playing over the dollar-store quality speakers put him out again. Her body just freezes in place, bracing against the pleasure starting up in her nuts. It started real gentle but picked up fast, and nothing she actually did herself seemed to effect it in any way. Her back hooves were sticking straight out and she has her front hooves on the floor propping herself up. The flared peach tone head of her dick wobbling around in front of her face like someone balancing a spinning plate on the end of a stick as a party trick. Her balls clench in unison, and radiate a pleasure constantly. A gentle, warm pressure with every clench, which really has her brace for impact because USUALLY pressure on your nuts fells bad, not good. But it wasn’t inward- it is outward. With each clench they enlarge, already starting at about the size of a kickball each. Slowly they were getting less round as well, becoming more oblong as they enlarge. At first the scrotum looks so glossy smooth she assumes its being filled entirely will her balls, but then realizes the scrotum itself has changed consistency. It isn’t loose flesh over orbs of solid muscle, they have both homogenized into a spongy, soft, rubbery consistency... It is then that Clover remembers where these traits are coming from. May... who was given oversized udders. Her testicles have transformed into TITS! But not just any udders- because they have to be sized up for her equine body. But they were also oversized for May... so they are also going to be oversized on Clover. Another powerful series of clenches and her throbbing prostate fires several more ropes of pre across onto the bread bags on another shelf on accident. The other thing is, this removes the balls so she is shooting blanks now and can’t get anything pregnant. But also... she has no refractory period. Her body no longer really needs any downtime between orgasms. Bigger, bigger, bigger. Watermelons. Oblong medicine balls, small beach balls, medium beach balls!! Because the floor under her was gripping the flesh as it grows- once they get big enough they do a little flop on their own and the teats flick out from under them, no longer pinned in place. Chubby cylinders, like overturned ice cream cones! She feels dizzy. The male in her is so turned on by these swelling fat tits, the female in her is turned on by the giant bucking cock. Her glans stuck on full flared, the veiny surface so tight it almost looks like a muscular, flexing arm. Her udders swell heavier, fatter, rounder, fuller! Feels so good to grow, so good to squish, squeeze, bounce! The weight tugs at her sheath and the base of her cock!! If she stuck her ass up into the air the tits would fall forward and she could probably tit-fuck herself. She starts involuntarily humping the air which hops her tits off the tile floor, making lewd slapping sounds as they wobble around violently from the impacts. Her own reflection in the glass freezer doors turns her on so much. Large flared nostrils, elegant narrow legs, muscular body and upper limbs. Waves of beautiful cream coloured hair cascades around her thick neck, billowing around her shoulders. She nibbles the flared corona of her own massive glans and her body shudders. She has another climax just as the transformation is ending, so instead of blasting a strong stream of pre and then emptying out- the spell rang with pleasure in all the affected areas doing its final checkup to make sure everything is done... which also topped off her prostate, while it was emptying. Her body and the spell entered a race against one another- one trying to fill her up, the other trying to empty her out. The result was like a garden hose on full blast, in jets almost two seconds long with a half second gap between them. By the time she stopped, and the fluid spread out flat on the tile floor- a quarter of the shop’s floor was now as slick as ice. She had to get up slowly... as you can imagine- those tits aren’t light. Their oblong shape has them wobbling around lower than her ankles. The teats are so far down they very nearly brush the ground under her. These udders were already pretty crazy when they were on a small-ish animal. On a horse they are kinda nuts. The Santa beard came off in the shuffle- the hat was on, but not on her head, it was dangling off the end of her unicorn horn. The moment she tried to get up off the floor- her upper body muscles flexing caused it to absolutely explode. The arms tore from the body of it, but the force of the rip and the removal of its structural integrity caused the sleeves and body to also explode across individually and fall off. So much for her disguise. It probably wasn’t fooling anyone, anyway. When she got the items she needed she dropped the money on the counter for the shopkeeper and attempted to sneak out. He actually woke up before she got to the counter- the sound of her hooves against the floor alerted him. He remained frozen in place during the entire interaction though, so Clover ended up leaving the store thinking she passed the stealth roll. No. He knew you were there, he was just too confused, stunned, and tired to actually react to it in any way, and assumed he was dreaming. Also her pre-soaked section of the floor ended up slamming six other customers into the floor over the course of the night. Her genitals were thoroughly exhausted, and without balls there was no longer testosterone corrupting her system, so her hormones were relatively tamed. She still finds her own body hot as hell. She did not get horny enough to try to mount a snowbank on the way back at least, so she did not get lost again. By the time she got him it was half past one in the morning, so while she had recovered the food for dinner... everyone was asleep already. She was just thinking it was nice that Telathrean at least let her bring it back before transforming her again, but as she got to the top of the stairs to enter the apartment she realized how big the last few steps were... she is shrinking. Her breath escaped her like a soft sigh but did not stop- her lungs are shrinking so the air is being forced out from lack of room. Ack, she needs to get the food inside first! It became heavier in her mouth as she shrinks, dragging on the ground and then she has to stop entirely- too small to push it! Body... stiff. Skin... golden? Fur and hooves golden too. Ken turned solid silver, so she is turning gold. Different- but complementary; a set. Her dick flopped out- pulled straight now from the transformation and solidification rather than arousal or an actual erection. She stands on her tiny hooves and whinnies, kicking her forelegs into the air in one final cry of ‘I am still here!’. And then nothing- time froze for her. She turned to a golden ornament. A short but wide cylinder appears on her back with a loop to allow her to be hung up. Unlike Ken- the loop is higher up on her body, so she retains the upright pose when hung. Telathrean appeared, picking up the groceries with one hand to bring in to the others, and her ornament with the other. The Ken ornament appears and he joins them. With his front hooves down- it looks like his ass is being yanked up into the air- Clover’s kicking forelegs hook perfectly around his back legs, making it look like she is picking him up, her massive erection fits in the groove of the back of his udders and his butt cheeks- the flared glans hovering over his deep-set butthole. “There. Can’t leave you two apart for long, wouldn’t want to break up the set.” And then there were only two. ----- [u][center][b]Day XI : A Little Extra[/b][/center][/u] ----- The following day Justin and Andrew woke up to their food being restocked, but in exchange; no Clover. They were once again the last ones standing. Already knowing he would be the next to be taken- Andrew was sort of looking forward to it. He did not know what transformations were in store, but he did have the memory of what happened last time. He has actually been enjoying his new love tunnel, when he can find some privacy, but he also feels more bold wandering around outside than the others because... well, he is a dog. Dog in the city isn’t that abnormal. He is still wearing his shirt though. It still sort of fits in this form so why take it off? He has no access to his collection of toys from home but, turns out a 1L bottle of soda is a pretty good fit- just turn it upside down so the rim under the cap doesn’t rub the wrong way. He would ask Telathrean for another romp but, it felt a little embarrassing out of the blue. It is not like they can form a relationship- he literally will not exist by the end of the month. But... when he returns to transform Andrew again, he could ask. Andrew even managed to fuck himself once in the bathroom. It wasn’t easy and didn’t particularly work well but at least he can say it is something he did now. Obviously, stacked on top of one another- his dick points away from his pussy, so once its already erect it already doesn’t work. He needs to guide it while its emerging, bend it around so it erects into his pussy. Once its hard enough, the tight fit prevents it from popping back out, though it remains angled weirdly. To thrust in and out, he needs to grind the exposed base and knot onto a surface, which shoves the rest in deeper. He much proffers another phallus to fill him. The day went by rather slowly. Neither of the men could take to one another, neither has hands to really do anything with, and the rest of their company was already gone. The apartment had been far too busy, crowded, loud, and constantly messed up the past while. But now in comparison it seemed far too empty and quiet. The two men mostly just sat together, keeping one another company while watching television- since it was basically the only thing they could do without hands anyway. Eventually Justin returned to his bed, dreaming of the moment all this ends and everyone is united again with Monica. Andrew dreamed of being held off the ground and fucked. The situation with Telathrean is... complicated. He can’t tell Justin even if he wanted to because by the time he knew- he was deprived of the ability to talk. Tel himself doesn’t seem to really give a shit. When he stops existing- he won’t exist anymore to be able to care. He won’t know it happened, because he will no longer exist, its not like he has to experience it. That is the plus side of being a summon, you experience all sorts of weird crap and it doesn’t matter how good or bad it is, because you won’t be around anymore when the shit hits the fan. But Andew will be. Andrew will know Tel no longer exists, and that is a sad thought. That is why even when he gets his voice back, he is probably not going to tell Justin. He woke up with a groan- feeling like he fell asleep on a warm thermos but its just his cock. Dreams of being picked up by a strong male and absolutely hammered in his new hole woke his dick up, wedged under him against the couch. Since turning into an animal his sleep schedule sort of got mucked up living with this zoo- so, a glance out the window told him he has woken well before the sun, but is too well rested to return to sleep. The TV is still on- he fell asleep watching it, but it is just static, the programming on this station ended a while ago. He did also see Tel’s reflection on the screen. *Watching me sleep?* “No- watching your dreams though. Hot stuff.” Oh well that is considerably more embarrassing. Especially since half of them were inspired by their moment together. *Been wondering... do you know what problem created you?* Tel had been laying along the back of the couch propped against the wall, but now sits up with his legs down the back. “Most demons only know about humans through legends- never mind which one or what problem created them.” *Unless the human that created them learns about them. Then they will learn everything about their human at the same time. And since you have a summoning ritual- you’ve definitely dealt with magically inclined humans before.* He sighed. “Something to do with Envy. I was originally in contact with A human, not MY human. Maybe the original ‘me’ figured it out- but I didn’t. Nor do I really care.” *Don’t you... want to live?* “I am. And have. I am not here for a long time. But I am here for a good time.” Now Andrew sighed. *And on that note... so, whose traits do I end up with?* Tel gave a look of mock disappointment. “You don’t sound too eager... but of course you get Pig traits. Your secret Santa is that meathead Bryan!” Extra long orgasms... could be interesting, he supposes. *Wait a minute. That means every animal has been used as a secondary trait... except Reindeer. But your last target is Justin- the last target IS the reindeer?* “Oh don’t worry- I won’t short change the orchestrator of all this. I have something different in mind for him.” Telathrean lifted his right hand and Andrew’s paws flail around a bit in surprise as he lifts off the couch, weightless! He had been hiding his boner with his body, but he can’t now- Tel holds him upright! His cock isn’t exactly easy to conceal. He was very well endowed as a human so obviously that carries over to his canine form... and Dalmatian is not a small dog, either. He clenches up a moment in surprise and you can literally see the signal travel through his nervous system- first his anus clenches then his pussy squeezes, then his dick wobbles. The muscles and nerves operating them are all too close together for him to be able to operate individually. You tense one- they all clench. Tel turned him in the air, nodding as if assessing him for the changes- but then smacking his ass before turning him back around. Andrew blushed and then tensed again- the shock of the hit turned to a pleasurable tingle! The muscles in his tail tightened, firming up on their own and then shortening! His tail itself did not get any shorter though- so the muscles shortening forced it to scrunch up... and spiral. Dalmatian have narrow, short-furred tails, so simply turning it in a corkscrew shape already makes it look like just a thicker pig tail. Andrew flails his limbs again, arching his back forward and then back- an electric tingle through the front of his body! His teats tighten so much they itch from the pressure- demanding to be touched, but he can’t touch them while suspended like this! A pair of bumps of naked skin appear at the bottom of his ribs though, growing into a new pair of teats! Then two where his human nipples had been in the middle of his chest! That brings the overall count to TEN teats! Even the existing ones stretch bigger. The base fattens wider into a shallow cone shape, while the body of the teat is cylindrical with rounded ends, looking quite chubby. As thick as the base of a thumb while having the length of a middle finger. They are so large that when he squirms around, the teats flick around and bounce before the blood pressure causes them to wiggle back to standing straight out, like someone flicking a door-stopper. Tel sticks out his left hand and lightly brushes past them, up and then down. Andrew whimpers, squirming from the touch. It is a sharp, electrical pleasure he feels from touching these. They are so massively engorged it doesn’t take much to trigger the pleasure nerves, already pinched in the tight meat. The sheath over the base of his dick gets forced back- his arousal and pleasure both hit their limit and caused the knot to become too big to contain; big enough to unsheath itself without needing a pussy to push it back. The sheath gets all scrunched up around its base. The surface of his dick glossy from the tension pulling the skin smooth. Like most animals that possess a sheath- there is no loose skin on the outside of the dick, which means you can’t just grab it and start jerking or you will tear the skin. You either need to use one of your self-lubing holes, or really get your hands lathered before you touch it. Andrew felt the magic suspension loosen- he can somewhat affect his position in the air now, Tel’s concentration lapsing. “Hmm.” He narrowed his eyes at Andrew as the dog herm bends down, reaching for his throbbing cock with his paws. “Oh right- THAT was next.” Tel mockingly slumps down onto the cushions of the couch in front of him to take both his paws into the demon’s hands... and prevent him from touching himself. From in his front legs, the bones of his lower limbs start to simplify! Muffled crunches and dull thunks as the bones shuffle around- each abrupt jarring of its inner parts sends a mild echo of pleasure into him, making his heart flutter. It is like his body is made to think the former shape was incorrect, and so it rewards him with pleasure when the shape is altered. His claws enlarge, deforming as their size increases. Triangular, then like pyramids. His middle two toes enlarge greater and the changing claws take advantage of the space! The outer two toes are forced behind, but the digits do not regress in length, keeping them close to the ground. In a few moments... his paws have turned into pig trotters! But he still has paw pads, shoved immediately behind the hoof segments. He also still has a canine dewclaw further up the limb- Dalmatian has one more digit than a pig does, so the spare wasn’t affected at all. He also still has his unchanged fur. His stomach gurgled and started to push out- the dalmatian has a sunken in midriff... a pig certainly doesn’t. It did not become flabby at all, but it did become round. This put all his huge teats on a gradual outward arch along his lower torso, as if trying to present themselves to be touched. Tel dropped the suspension spell, causing Andrew to immediately fall onto his back on the couch. He flailed his limbs around and went to try and grab his dick but realized hooves aren’t going to feel great even if he somehow figured out a way to grab it with these. He whimpered again, watching his dick drool pre between his lower teats. His cock is so hard it doesn’t even buck, it just twitches. Tel hopped off the couch and paced in the middle of the living room a bit. “I don’t want to seem like I am playing favourites but... you are without a partner, and did seem to enjoy our last encounter quite a bit..” Andrew rolled off the side of the couch, falling onto his paws and hooves and trot forward a bit- dick bobbing energetically under him. *W-would it be weird if I wanted it..?* Tel huffed. “Oh please. Visit the Sea Of Flesh in the realm of Lust, and then you will know what being weird really looks like.” His own body creaked loudly- suddenly he fell forward onto all fours and his arms and legs became much, much longer, but still just as spindly as they already were. His wings enlarged, gaining new clawed digits at the top crook, making them more like a bat’s wings. His tail whips around and swings under himself, pointing at Andrew as it swells a bit thicker and a bit longer. The new length causes the black foreskin to draw back, revealing the diffused red glans- already so engorged the normally spade shaped head is shaped more like the bulb of a radish. The tail lashed around Andrew, and before he could fully turn to try to keep up with it- it tangled him, squeezed his body lightly and still had more than enough length to also penetrate him! The tip shoved in, but then slowed as the fat, projected pussy slowly spread around the enormously bulging bulb of the demon glans. Andrew’s cock was bobbing up and down, drawing glistening stripes on the floor in pre. Several shockwaves of pleasure fired up through his body from his pussy. Magic! He isn’t done transforming! Porcine pussy isn’t nearly as... ‘loud’ as a canine one, but they do share one thing in common. Both end in an outward point; the equivalent of a clitoral hood. The clitoral glans is hidden on the inside of that. So, that point grows, stretched, sticks even further and further out! His clit throbs and swells bigger, already a knot of pleasure nerves, it was the size of a large bead. Then a marble. Then almost as big as a ping-pong ball!! The bottom corner of his pussy projected so far out it gained a slight upward hook on the end... which exposed the clit to the surface! A fat, throbbing purpled pearl in the bottom corner of the pussy. The long point of the hood straightened and started to curl in a bit from the pressure of the huge bulge of the demon glans slowly pushing in- which also aimed the clit directly onto its surface to grind together, then once the bulb pops inside, the hood flicks back outward- flicking a drop of lube to the floor. The tail tip is far too large to possibly miss his prostate on the way in- so every back and forth motion flicks the swollen bulge again. His penis vibrates with unnatural tightness though- it is also changing. The glans blend between canine and porcine, so the first change is a ridge of sensitive flesh stretching from the knot and spiralling around the shaft! The corkscrew end of a pig dick but, at the bottom instead of the top- linked directly into the knot. The next change is the length. Already very large in length and girth thanks to his natural genetics- it now stretches longer while remaining the same girth. A pig dick is long but narrow. The tail coiled around his entire body looks like a tail on the surface- but its touch certainly feels like a cock shaft; you can feel the throb of the veins inside. Because it is so long you can feel the throbs travel up its length. Rather than just move the head, he slides the entire length in and out- causing the coils wrapped around Andrew to rub and roll over his sensitive teats. One roll of tail sits under his shaft and before his pussy- so when it squeezes it bends the clit down against the end he is penetrated by! Slowly but surely- each time the massive bulbous head of the tail plunges into him, his cock stretches longer! The entire dick reverberates with pleasure all at once, the veins drum aggressively and then the shaft itself swells. Like dozens of erections getting stacked on top of one another- each one permanently deforming, stretching the shaft longer. Long enough to poke the bottom of his rib cage. Long enough to poke his highest set of teats. Long enough he could look down and suck his own cock if he wasn’t already too deliriously overwhelmed to move. His cock doesn’t stop till it is as long as his entire body! When the changes stop and his transformation completes- the tail coiling him tightens but pauses its thrusts. The shock of pleasure echoes through Andrew’s entire body signalling the completion of the changes, but itself is the tipping point for his pleasure. He was already hovering at the peak so even the relatively mild shock of the spell ending is enough to tip the scale. His knot throbs hard as stone and he shoots a thin streamer of cum, then another... then another. Now imbued with porcine orgasms- he cannot stop shooting. Likewise, his pussy is rippling wildly over Tel’s tail without Andrew’s conscious control. The toes of his paws curl from the pleasure. The shuddering and rippling of the muscles encapsulating Tel’s tail inch the demon toward orgasm too. After a minute of orgasm and no sign of slowing down- Andrew’s pussy sucking on the bulbous tail-head causes it to erupt cum! One surge of demon cum, then the next... even in his orgasmic haze, Andrew is quick to realize the tail swells with the cum surges but doesn’t return to its previous size before the next one. It is growing!! Thicker and veinier! The head is enlarging too! Too bulbous to remove from Andrew’s tight pussy! ...too big to let any of the cum escape. The thicker the tail gets the wider the jets of cum it can fire- but it cannot escape the canine vulva, immediately blowing his womb up like a balloon! Held aloft in coils of the very dick inflating him; all Andrew can do is moan and writhe, shooting his own load, unable to stop. His guts gurgle and start to push out into a taut bubble! The entire length of his vaginal passage stretched wide, but not wide enough to let the cum out. Then the heat and pressure of the cum spreads! His entire underside starting to stretch rounder! Aaaah, he is getting blown up like a cum-balloon!! Thighs enlarge, then his butt! Even his tail gets thicker somehow! Even his paws get chubbier looking! His teats inflate wider, making them look oddly round like bulbs. His pleasure spikes still higher, the heat spirals into his own cock somehow! His dick starts to get thicker now, as if his own penis was somehow inflating with the cum from Tel’s penis! It occurs to Andrew now that... demon’s don’t traditionally have sex. They are born from human problems, which means they don’t reproduce like any other living creature. So why would a demon have cum in the first place? Telathrean is essentially ejaculating pure liquid energy... which means there is nothing stopping it from saturating every cell in Andrew’s entire body. It is metaphysical- so physical limits mean nothing to it. His chest, his arms, hell even somehow his HOOVES look bloated! His neck, then his vision blurs from pressure behind his eyes as even his head feels like it is filling up!! A deep *glomp* sound with every fresh jet of demon cum. His tail starts to straighten itself again, just because its bloating into a cone shape, which prevents it from being able to move at all. The more round and bloated his paw gets the less angular and defined it looks- starting to look like a cartoon paw rather than an actual paw. His own inflating cock starts to let out an unbroken stream of cum! It is still pulsing but the clenches are no longer enough to completely interrupt the stream! The internal pressure is forcing his own ejaculate out faster! Expanding in girth but not length, his dick starts looking more like a dick-shaped balloon. As Tel’s tail squeezes him in ripples, it causes the pressure to shuffle around and Andrew feels his entire body sloshing, like he really is just a balloon. The layer of fur seems to vanish against him, but its coloration remains? It is like the fur itself got stretched so thin it just melded into his skin. The size of a huge beach ball, he was like a mini parade balloon of a dog-pig. Stretched so thin- every rush of fresh cum caused his entire body to shudder in pleasure, while his own orgasm just kept going and going. Knot the size of a pumpkin, dick starting to look like a red traffic cone. Limbs starting to look like cones too. Tail is basically just a round bubble of skin over his now big round ass and thighs thicker than his entire torso was supposed to be. His stomach sticks so far out it looks like he is over-due with a litter of puppies. His neck becomes hard to bend, bloated too thick! Cheeks puff out, jaw too swollen- can’t open his mouth! Limbs now cones, then wide cones, too thick to bend at all. Dick now just looks like a shallow, wide red cone on his crotch! Torso gets rounder the fastest, quickly losing all its previous definition to simply become spherical. Tail is stretched so wide it flattens against him, then his cock, and the inflated labia! His neck is next! Still more pressure, still more cum! Pleasure and heat, unending, numbing his thoughts! Limbs start to stretch flat again him too! He is now so large that rested on the floor he would still almost be as big around as the average human is tall. So tight! So impossibly tight! The throbbing of his cock, or the demons? Is there a difference? His entire body throbs with the demon cock, its flow fills him, replaces all thoughts with more cum~ His body tightens more and more, all definition flattening out on the increasing curve. His head starts to get pulled around, flattening out. His eyelids and face in general already so swollen he cannot keep his eyes open. He cannot see, only feel. Rounder, bigger, harder, rounder, bigger, harder- stop. Telathrean’s tail is forced out as the bottom of Andrew’s pussy is stretched flat with the rest of him. Telathrean returns to his regular form, and with an all-too-casual snap of his fingers; shrinks Andrew’s body to the size of a baseball. A white with brown spot patterned bauble. His body had been transformed into a bauble for the tree, and so his time has stopped. He is ready to wrap and ship. Telathrean grins and both he and Andrew vanish into black vapour for now. Only one remains. On the twelfth day of Christmas... ----- [b][center][u]Day XII : It’s Only Fair[/u][/center][/b] ----- Justin woke up the next day to the smell of fresh baked sugar cookies and hot cocoa. He opens his eyes to the sight of blinking Christmas lights! Decorations are up? Wait, this isn’t even his apartment. He sits up abruptly and looks over to see Monica’s grinning face! He is human again and Monica is here? But where is ‘here’? It took him a few moments to realize he had been transported- he is in the room she is staying at, on the other side of the world! When transformed into an inanimate object; time is frozen for the person, so Justin has no recollection of being shipped out. He could hear the others outside the room, laughing and talking, filling the space with festive joy. This is how it should be! Even if Monica has to work through Christmas- she shouldn’t have to miss the joy too. He was really not sure about using that summoning spell- there was no telling what sort of demon he could call forward from Otherside. He was desperate to help his lover and depressed enough at the time to try just about anything that might work. He is glad he did. While the others hung out, Monica and Justin remained in bed for half the day making out and cuddling. A small feast when they finally headed out for dinner with everyone. On the way back from dinner they all had a snowball fight! Man. When was the last time he actually had a snowball fight? Late in the evening they all hung out together- place was just illuminated by Christmas lights. Quiet, warm vibes. Justin and Monica fell asleep propped up against one another under a blanket, watching a fire on the TV. The sound of laughing woke Justin the next day, and since he had fallen asleep upright- when he woke he flailed his hooves around and fell off the front of the couch. His flailed around even more- tangled in the blanket he fell asleep under, alone. He finally peered his head out from under the blanket at Telathrean laughing and kicking his feet on the kitchen counter of his apartment. “Holy shit. Like... haha. Seriously. You- pfft, hahaha. It is literally the same trick. Heh, there is literally no way you didn’t- pfftahahaha. Dude. You really gotta stop falling for that.” The last day had been an illusion- Telathrean again just put him under a spell that made him think he had already been transported when in reality he has been wandering around his own apartment talking to people who are not there. But that is why Tel used the illusion- no one else is here. It would be rather lonesome without some sort of entertainment for the day, because Andrew transformed before he even woke up. Telathrean waited for him to untangle the tines of his antlers to escape the blanket before speaking up again. “So... since you spent a day in my thinly veiled trap- today is the day!” Tel hopped down and twirled around on the floor. “The twelfth day of Christmas! The day I ship you all out! Have to make sure the package arrives to Monica at just the right time, right?” Right, well, get on with it then. Whose traits is he going to get blended with before he gets shipped? “Oh no, Justin. You are not getting the same treatment as the others.” Tel’s cheeks split open, spreading his smile all the way across his entire face. “They all transformed because of you. So it only seems fair... you get ALL of their traits.” Dog, Pig, Sheep, Horse, Reindeer, and Cow- all on a single person!! Justin bellowed in protest but already felt the ripple of magic in his body! He bows his head and the first thing to alter is his antlers. His vision blurs and his expression scrunches up at the odd feeling. The skin around the base is shoved wider, forming big wrinkles around the base as the body of his antlers creaks like bending wood! While the tines remain the same, the body itself grows, and the surface of both alters- the bone growing out from the base quickly causes ripples in the surface of the existing antler, creating small folds- ribbed layers like a ram’s horns. He grunts, feeling the weight increase more and more. Bigger and longer- the C shaped body of the caribou antlers curls out and down, then back, then up, then forward and around again! It forms a large spiral that curls twice, growing a few more tines arching up from its sides to balance the spacing of the preexisting ones! He opens his eyes fully as the growth stops and struggles to lift his head fully under the weight of his new crown, but doesn’t have much time to think about it! A pleasant tingle of changes ripples through his entire body- focusing in intensity into either end! His body groans softly and bones click around as he enlarges, but unevenly! Horse traits are making him bigger but pig and sheep are holding it back in his lower body- so its still growing but not as much. His triangular plume of a tail also starts wagging around wildly from the sensation of growing! Thanks to cow and dog traits- the length of flesh and bone tail increases greatly, horse and sheep increase the already bushy fur. The fur becomes long and hair like- wavy and voluminous! Dark brown forms a stripe down the spine of the tail while the rest is a pale near-white cream colour. The proportions of his rear digits change, causing his hooves to click and crack as the bones shuffle, forcing him to fall back onto his rump- causing the floor to shudder under his weight! The primary segments of his front hooves fuse together on his forelimbs, giving him odd three-toed hooves thanks to horse traits. Horse and cow blend together in his upper body, causing his forelimbs to swell and flex with more and more muscle, quickly bulking up. They get bigger the higher up you go, and the muscle bloats massively on his upper torso, giving him a bit of a muscle-hump over his shoulder blades, and large pectorals in the front. The veins in his neck pulse huge and his neck enlarges as well! Sheep traits infect the already enormously bushy reindeer mane and make it still longer! It drapes off his neck and lower jaw like a gargantuan beard! There is so much long, bushy fur on his neck he can feel the drag whenever he turns his head- the fur lagging behind slightly. This causes his front limbs to be longer than the back! He is shaped like an upside-down pear! In order for that posture to actually function properly- that also means his spine is shaped like a loose S. Pelvis pops loudly like someone sitting on an unopened bag of chips. The bone becomes angular and sharp looking- gaining some of the V shape of a bovine pelvis, but remains fairly shallow like a cervine hip. By the time his tail stops growing its almost as long as his back legs, and the fur keeps going for a good length- causing it to drag on the floor at least two feet behind him! His head spins from all the different changes assaulting him all over his body- he cannot keep track of them. Like he has forgotten what he is supposed to be- the parts blend together enough that he cannot fully really tell what the traits belong to originally. No edges to define one animal from the other. Justin is startled when he hears his antlers clunk against the roof and dips his head- only now realizing just how large he has become! He is sitting on his ass and his antlers still scrape the roof! The entire coffee table is the size of just his chest. If he attempted to back up and sit on the couch- the couch would just fold in half from his weight. The hoof segments crack loudly on his hind legs, pulling his attention with the sound- the actual feeling of them breaking was almost unnoticeably mild. The shuffling of the proportions of the digits has caused the dew claws to snap back forward, aligning the four digits in a single row- the hooves breaking away left him with canine claws! His hind legs now end in paws, not hooves! The skin thickens and balloons out under, fattening into large, bulbous pads. The fur on the back of his hind legs gets longer the further down it goes, creating wispy fetlocks just behind the paws! The fur on his reindeer nose falls away- and the skin blushes a diffused red. Reindeer is the only one of those animals that has fur right up to its nostrils- so blending them all make it impossible to keep the fur over his nose. His ears also enlarge greatly while keeping their shape. Cow traits. Starting to weigh themselves down, they flop over and dangle loosely on either side of his head- the shape and size of a flattened kickball! A sudden, persistent buzzing pleasure in his balls causes him to abruptly try to stand onto four legs again, but that scrapes trenches into the roof, forcing him to bow heavily forward in order to fit and he impaled the wall on either side of the livingroom TV with antler tines! He lets out a deep, rumbling sigh. Even his voice is huge now- his groans sound like a roll of thunder! His balls gurgle, rolling out of sync with one another in his scrotum! A muffled rumble, they grow as they clench! Horse balls a good big larger and heavier than those of a cervid. Bigger, fuller, heavier! His dick erects itself but starts spitting gobs of pre long before its even fully hard. Prostate rings without even being touched. His balls pause as they reach the size of a medicine ball each... but then resume. If it were the same size as a horse- a pig’s balls would be even bigger than that. And it isn’t just picking the biggest size- its combining them. So the size of a reindeer’s balls, a horse’s balls, and a pig’s balls all added up! His entire body tenses up, the sharp, electrical pleasure fires up his entire underside!! Two strips of flesh seem to pinch tighter over his dick, tugging at the skin around the base and causing it to grow- finally solving his problem of being sheathless, because now he is adopting traits from people who were uncut. Two black teats appear on his upper crotch, at first hidden among the fur but becoming large enough to jut out. Not the start of an udder though, just the teats alone. As thick as the base of a thumb and as long as a middle finger! But then another pair grows above that on his lower midriff! Then another two on his upper midriff! Then two on his chest! The growth of each new pair begins before the previous even fully finished, numbing Justin’s mind with the buzz of pleasure. It was like his thoughts themselves are vibrating, so rapidly that they blur, making them impossible to read. But following the expansion of his body- the teats also do not stop at the same point. They keep getting bigger the further up his body you go! The bottom were simply large teats and nothing else. The second pair had two plump mounds form under them- though still covered in fur. The two above that form into decent sized breasts(relative to his already giant body)- furry, up to a fat, projected areola at the base of the nipples; so showing more skin than the ones below. Then the two on his chest form gargantuan tits, entirely devoid of fur! The skin on the teat, areola, and breasts themselves is all the same near-black charcoal grey. The fur fades away from the base of the naked breasts- so you can also see bare skin on a bit of the surrounding chest through very sparse fur. The pleasure getting so close to his heart caused it to flutter, his breathing shallow and rapid. The area fills with heat, then a gentle but relentless pressure followed by the pleasant growth-inducing stretching, which echoes back inside to create the buzz of pleasure. Bigger and fatter, heavier but still easily supported on his already massive frame. Without hands to give into his teats’ demands to be squeezed, he shakes his chest, flopping the tits back and forth aggressively as they grow as the only form of touch he can give them right now. His dick gets ping-ponged back and forth off either side of the cleavage of the lower tits. His balls continue to grow all the while- the size of medium beach balls now- when they clench you can hear the liquid squelching and churning inside! A mental itch driving him nuts as his body detects an amount of fluid it doesn’t think is even possible to contain, and so his instincts demand he ejaculate before he explodes! The pleasure mind-numbingly strong, but so relentlessly consistent that he cannot peak. It hovers at near-orgasmic the entire time without lowering or heightening to allow him to settle down nor release. He wiggles his butt side to side and up and down, swinging his still-swelling balls around, trying to find some magical position that offers some sort of relief, but never does. His shaking his hips around ultimately leads him to making micro-thrusts into the air, nuts swinging like a pendulum. Balls clench, a rumble as they swell still rounder, then a gurgle as they relax slightly and churn the building tide of fluid inside, then clench and rumble with growth again! His sheath was very narrow and tight as it formed, but bulked up with its own growth in time- now the folds of skin form a nest of soft, thick flesh. His thunderously low, loud grunt of frustration causes the glass of the livingroom window to rattle a moment as the pleasure finally starts to fade a bit. The changes pause. Is he done? He glances back to see his balls resting on the backs of his legs...together wider than his actual torso- he can easily see their curvature past his own body. Each testicle is like the size of a yoga ball, at least. If you dropped just one of his nuts onto a person from more than an inch up- you’d crush the air out of their lungs from the weight. Telathrean casually points to him. “Aaand of course the best for last.” Another powerful, pleasurable ripple through his body but this time gathering from the rest of his form and coalescing into his cock!! His dick slaps his underside and squirts a two second long stream of pre. The glans bulge out, but then turn a bit red as the clench is held, then start to purple as the blood pressure just keeps rising! The normally near-invisible veins toward the base of his cock start to bulge obscenely- the skin stretching thin enough that their coloration becomes deep purple! The fat veins snake around the shaft like tree roots, bulging out higher up the shaft. The slight fold of skin in the middle now clenches and swells fatter into a ring of muscle- taking traits from a horse’s medial ring! Justin goes cross-eyed and rams his antlers even further through the wall unintentionally from leaning forward. Every time his cock clenches it slaps his underside- and every time it leaves a splatter of precum higher, and higher on his underside! As if to counteract the fat veins climbing up the lower shaft- his glans stretch down the upper shaft, bulging the skin in a well defined ridge as it spirals the tapered shaft, fading off into the regular shaft just before it gets down to the medial ring- giving his cock the head of a pig dick! Justin starts aggressively thrusting as his swelling cock passes more and more tits, now the drill-shaped head between his huge upper boobs, allowing him to tit-fuck himself! His cock tight as a drum- feels like every new throb should hurt it, filling it too far, but it always stretches. So he is always at his limit but never over. Just like his pleasure. Always at the peak ready to cum, but his body keeps re-defining what the limit is, to keep going higher without ever finishing. All eight of his huge teats flopping around energetically with his thrusts, and the four mammaries that are big enough to jiggle around under him. His scrotum swinging like a pair of wrecking balls, audibly rumbling with activity! Longer and thicker, it swells still bigger. Then suddenly the base swells with a speed of its own- bulging the new sheath in spite of how loose and meaty it is! A canine knot! As big as an apple, then an orange, then a cantaloupe! It grows in the sheath but similar to Andrew’s overindulgence; the knot becomes so large and so hard it is able to peel itself out! The sheath bulges so far the elasticity of the skin causes it to slip on the steep rounded curve of the knot, and once it draws past the halfway point; the sheath is yanked completely off, scrunched up around the base in thick folds of soft skin! Pig glans, horse shaft, dog knot applied onto the dick of a caribou, with the combined size and balls of all of them together. Obviously the Cow and Sheep traits have no effect here because, well, they had no penis. Justin looks down and sucks onto the very end of his own dick- now longer than his torso is as it finally stops growing, thrusting into his mouth like Clover had during her original transformation- except Justin is also tit-fucking himself in the process. Even if he wanted to stop, he could not. Not immediately anyway- his balls are so huge and so heavy that they would continue to pull his hips forward and back with their own momentum, gradually slowing to a stop after. But as soon as the transformation completed the pleasure it was contributing becomes more physical than ethereal. It releases in a sudden shock of sensation that tips the scales! Justin takes the load to his mouth, but it overflows so quickly he releases it in shock! The cum is glowing radiant white... its almost pure energy! The whites of his eyes, then his iris glow with radiant light. His skin throbs with dim light, growing in intensity till it is brightly glowing too, and grows still brighter till its solid white. Flickers and shimmers across his body as strands of fur turn to pure energy, slowly creating patches of light across him as he keeps cumming and cumming! Even on the hard surface of his hooves cracks of light appear, branch, and expand till his hooves and claws are glowing light. Throb of pressure which also causes a spike in pleasure- forcing his dick to jet cum especially hard. His body bloats a bit- but becomes smaller. Then another throb, massive pressure- bloats a bit more. It is like his outsides are shrinking but his insides aren’t. Each burst of shrinking causes a huge pressure within and deforms his body more, making it look bloated and quickly start to lose its shape. As pure energy- there is nothing physically restraining him from being contorted into any shape the magic wills. So broad; he cannot move his limbs if he tried, they are cone shaped! Even his neck is bloated into a cone shape! His limbs are forced out to the sides as the magic now holds his rapidly shrinking form aloft. He is no longer shooting cum, but his orgasm continues regardless. His dick isn’t even visible anymore, its been stretched into the rest of his deforming energy. His orgasmic pulses are instead what shrink him, and change his shape. Head straight up, legs down and to either side, arms straight out at his sides... the white glow of energy starts to cool, and his body re-solidifies... as a red and gold star. Justin was turned into the star ornament to place at the top of the Christmas tree. Telathrean gingerly plucked the star out of the air. “No other form would have done for the one who orchestrated this all. Unfortunately... this is where MY fun ends. Once I pack you up and ship you out- our current contract ends. You will not see me on the other side. Thanks for the amusement.” Once the contract is completed, Telathrean’s summoning ends, and he poofs out of existence. You can of course use the spell to summon him as many times as you want- so Justin can call on Tel again whenever. But the summon creates a copy of Tel at the moment those runes were originally created, which means if you summon him again- he will have no recollection of any of this happening, because you will summon a version of him from before any of this happened in the first place. THIS version of Tel is gone, forever. None of them remember anything after they were transformed into ornaments, so time stopped for each of them on a different day. But they all awoke on the same day. The package was already pre-dressed as a Christmas gift so when it arrived late the day before the day before Christmas; Monica knew not to open it yet. It was addressed to her from Justin even though it was Telathrean who put it together- Justin obviously couldn’t box himself. Since they had all transformed into an ornament immediately after finishing the previous changes, many of them had time stop in the middle of... uh, a moment. They turn back to their true selves not when Monica opened the box, but when she fully removes the ornament from the packaging. They each moan, or cry out in surprise- having gone from mid-orgasm to standing in front of Monica seemingly instantly. They all blush and clap their hands around themselves trying to cover their nudity only to realize they were already wearing one of their outfits. Telathrean isn’t there to laugh at them about it- so it would be pointless to mess with them beyond this point. Justin is ironically the most hesitant to be happy about the situation- paranoid that Telathrean is using another illusion of Monica like he did twice before. It took her a bit to convince him it was actually her, and he really did get shipped to her. Monica herself was obviously VERY surprised, and then very happy to see them all... and then a bit worried that Justin was nosing around in magic no living human has properly used in over a thousand years. Even she doesn’t know what sort of things is in that tome, she literally dusted it off and then shipped it to herself for safe keeping- she hasn’t reviewed any of it yet. She had been really working herself raw- missing sleep, always with a nervous tightness in her chest. Convincing herself that if she managed to finish in time she could return home in time for Christmas but... she can only work as fast as the excavation crew can dig so... it was literally impossible, she was over-working herself for no reason. But now- now she doesn’t have to try to rush home. Home found her instead. No one had any gifts to give thanks to all the fuss they went through to get here sort of interrupted their ability to go shopping but... they sort of ARE the gift. Their presence is their gift to one another. The fact they can all be together to share their joy, and recount the bizarre experience Tel put them through. Monica finally slapped her hand down on the arm of the chair she was sharing with Justin. “So, what about the rest of the gifts? Almost forgot about them in all the chaos.” Justin glanced at the gifts under the tree currently. “Other gifts? Who put those ones there?” “You...didn’t do it? They just appeared under the tree along with your gift.” They were not delivered here like Justin’s package; they simply appeared already under the tree. All of the boxes are black, with gold ribbon. Addressed to each of them. Knowing they would all wake again on Christmas day- the demon left them all a parting gift. A little something for being such amusing little playthings. Bryan picked his up first, not hesitating at all at the prospect of free stuff. He shook the package, listening to it to try and discern what it was. Monica bopped him on the head, telling him to not be so impatient- he might break the contents doing that. He opened it and carefully lifted out an ornate hand mirror... but, the mirror is missing. It is just the empty frame. At first Monica sighed, telling him he DID break it by shaking it- but there are no mirror shards in the package. The mirror was never there- it was always just a frame. He held it up, looking through the frame, brows furrowed. “What a dick- just a gag gift. Figures.” His eyes then shifted to May looking at him from the other side- the frame perfectly bordering her face. May understood his gift better than he did, and stepped forward now that he finally actually looked at her. “Hey... about before...” Bryan looked nervously at the others, taking a step toward her and lowering his voice so they wouldn’t hear. “It is okay- we can forget about it if you want. I didn’t mean for-” “What if I don’t... want to forget?” “Huh?” “We are both single, right..?” Bryan blushed. “Eh, y-yea. You... you’d be interested in me?” She took his hands, leaning in so close he could taste the peppermint on her breath. “Sure~” Justin stood up from under the tree with another gift. “Ah, don’t mean to interrupt but... there is one for you too May.” Justin handed her the present box. It feels extremely light. Like... empty box kind of light. She carefully undid it anyway. She always kind of hated this part of Christmas- everyone watching you while you open gifts, its embarrassiiiiing. She removed the lid and then blinked in confusion a few times at the content. It was... a node of light. Just calmly floating in the middle of the box, weightless. Pre-shapen magic. A spell waiting for its trigger conditions. The moment she touched it, it popped like a bubble! Her eyes widen immediately and she freezes up- her nipples immediately noticeable against her sweater! Her breathing sharpens and she backs up till her back is against the wall beside the tree! Warmth! Pressure! OooOOOooOoOooh~ stretching, pleasurable streeetching! The bottom of her baggy sweater starts to lift higher as the material becomes less baggy. Bs, Cs, Ds, Es, Fs, DDs, Gs. Fat, fatter, fattest. Even the weight on her chest was pleasurably reassuring. She always wished she could have bigger breasts- so that was Tel’s gift to her! Bryan went up to her, concerned at her heavy breathing, wondering if she was okay or upset the demon did this to her. Rather than explain it, she just quickly reversed their positions- slamming him against the wall, pinned in place by her tits and smothered him in kisses, moving her chest back and forth so she could rub her own tingly nipples against him. Bryan really is clueless. May will help him figure it out eventually. The next present was a wide but fairly flat box for both Justin and Monica. Justin gave it to Monica to open. She was a bit puzzled too at the contents. Scrolls? Twin scrolls, treated wood handles- the papyrus looks brand new. As she unfurled the scroll to look at the content her expression shifts several times as her understand grows. “Oh, wha-oh! Oh gosh...” Justin looked at it confused, not knowing what the hell he was looking it- it looked like a complicated pattern of some sort. “What is it?” Andrew glanced at it and immediately knew. “Wow... make sure you really want to use that thing, if you do.” Monica nodded slowly. “Y-yea... I am not even sure I want to use this thing... definitely not right now, haha.” Justin shrugged. “What is-” “It is a summoning array.” He looked at it again with his brows furrowed. “There is no runes?” “Exactly- two scrolls with two BLANK summoning arrays. For US to make a contract. So if we are ever apart again; you can summon me, and I can summon you.” Justin perked up. “Oh wow, so we can just travel to one another!” Andrew chuckled, shaking his head. “N-not exactly. Summonings don’t quite work like that. It is complicated though, you should look into it later.” He glanced under the tree, spotting his own name on a tiny gift box. “Wonder what he left me... knowing him, it could be just about anything in this little box...” Big things can come in small packages, and Tel likes to mess with people. For how tiny it is, the package is pretty hefty. He unwrapped the ribbon and took off the lid, and gawked for a moment at the ring inside. Ornate, heavy silver band holding a spellstone. Because Andrew himself is an arcanist he can read the spellstone’s effects, and both a tear formed in the pit of his eye while a smile crossed his face. It is a transformation spell- for Andrea. His other persona- his ‘true’ self. But this spell contains both a transformation spell for her, and for him. So he can swap between the two forms. But unlike his methods- this is permanent. So while he can still swap- the ring only uses mana to change forms, not maintain the form. He needs to use the ring a second time in order to turn back, otherwise he will NEVER turn back. He can... finally be his true self, without worrying about the ‘illusion’ wearing off, or being restricted to a limited timer. Andrew can finally really be a woman, that was Tel’s gift to him. The last gift box was for both Ken and Clover. The two glance at one another, curious but a bit nervous too, after all the craziness they had been through. Their box was also a bit heavy. Inside was an odd trinket. A small iron stand balancing a heart- half of it made of jet, the other half made of opal. Black and white. There was a slip of paper with instructions but the writing on it was nothing they had ever seen before and even as they attempt to read it- the characters seem to shift and change shape slowly on the page. Andrew glanced over it, cocking his eyebrow. “It is in Demonic.” “What does it-?” “This stone will read the user’s desires when activated and transform you or your partner when used. When used a second time- it dispels the previous effect.” Andrew crossed his arms, thinking about it. “That means if you become interested in something new- the transformation will change, because it has no set shape, its whatever your desires are at the time of activating it.” Clover grinned. “Damn, that is awesome. I think I know what I want to-” Andrew interrupted, raising a finger. “Ah, before you try to use it- it is cursed.” “H-huh?” “The artifact is cursed to never target the correct person. So if you attempt to use it on Ken, you will turn him into whatever YOU wanted to be turned into. If you target yourself you will turn into what you wanted HIM to be. Same thing if Ken attempts to use it. Whatever form he wanted you to be will instead target him and vice-versa.” Ken and Clover glanced at one another nervously again, but still grinned. So, the same as their previous forms except now the limiters are off. They can turn into any bizarre fetish-fueled monstrosity they want... but their forms will always be backwards. Andrew glanced down below the tree one last time with a timid smile. Maybe Monica noticed too- the others were oblivious. There was one more present under the tree too- but its not in any of the boxes. The first gift is the boxes themselves. This would be a Christmas they would all remember for their rest of their days. Both for the joy and surprise of having a Christmas together when it shouldn’t have been possible to- and the hot carnage that lead them to that point. Telathrean got a lot of amusement out of them, and they got what they all wanted in the end too. Even if that summoning tome ends up in a museum eventually... should probably keep a copy of that particular summon. [b][i][center]The End~[/center][/b][/i]