Kissing Cousins
Kissing Cousins
By Von Krieger
Truth be told, I hadn't expected to be enjoying myself very much at all. Ceremony for a demon goddess of fertility, lust, and change aside, you expect a religious function to be boring as hell (pun intended.) Robes, chanting in a language you don't understand, having your sinuses assaulted by dusty old furniture, the scent of metal polish, and some really obnoxious incense. But I was willing to tough it out; after all it's not every day that one of your best friends in the whole wide world gets accepted as a novice priestess of the aforementioned demon lust goddess. Despite what you'd think, dwelling in the abyss, being a great bat winged she-demon and all; Krygar doesn't seem to be all that bad of a goddess. You didn't have the blood sacrifice, the rampant slaughter, and the baked baby barbecue cook outs that you have associated with other 'dark' gods and goddesses. Her pantheon has three goddesses of fertility overseeing the same aspects (spheres of influence, my cousin says they're called), and Krygar is essentially in the middle on the whole good and evil issue.
I'd never really paid attention to religious issues, like choosing a divine patron for yourself, following a set in stone series of beliefs and all that. But on that day I found myself thinking that if I had to chose, I could do a whole lot worse than the goddess Setsuna picked to follow. Two words: temple prostitution. Two more words: transformation potions. And two more still: free samples. If I had known what I was in for, I don't think I would've gone. But in the end, I'm rather glad I did.
We've always been close; we look enough alike to be twins. Some sort of cosmic destiny thing. Get blood ties close enough, have three sisters conceive around the same time, and then magical patterns slip into place, and you have what our parents got: three cousins that look like identical triplets, save for their hair color. Setsuna's is as black as a crow's wing, mine is the color of straw, and Sakura's... well... it tends to be whatever color she finds fetching at the moment. It was an intense red when we were little, but lately she's been dying it various shades of dull brown. She doesn't want to stand out in a crowd, usually because she's picking pockets in one.
We were raised together and grew up as close as sisters. We matured, took vastly different careers, and went our separate ways; another one of those patterns that fate tends to make, the warrior, the rogue, and the cleric.
Setsuna, going into the temple as she was, most definitely fit the cleric. She showed a few magical abilities at a young age, marking her as favored by the gods. In this weird world of ours you never know if those whispers in your head are the onset of schizophrenia, or an actual being of power stepping in to give guidance. But in her case, it seemed to be the latter.
Sakura, despite her fiery mane, was always hiding and sneaking, making off with things that belonged to other people. If something valuable or useful went missing in our house odds were you'd find it in one of Sakura's little hidey holes. Picking locks, con artistry, that sort of thing.
I myself took up the ways of the warrior and the wilderness. Hunting, tracking, mostly caravan guarding the last few years. Long moments of peace and quite out in nature punctuated with intense moments of firing arrows at things until they stop moving. It was always quite a comfortable living.
But things changed, for the better I think, from the moment I took a drink out of what I thought was a ceremonial chalice. I thought it was some sort of welcoming thing, the church offering hospitality to two outsiders who happened to be their new acolyte's best friends and kin besides. I hadn't been at all suspicious when Setsuna told me to wear a bikini under my normal clothes. I had thought that they were going to do some sort of water rebirth ceremony, go under Setsuna the normal girl and emerge Setsuna the priestess in training, that sort of thing. Well... that wasn't remotely near what happened. I took one sip from the cup and bang, all the inhibitions went right out the window. Setsuna told me later that it wasn't weakening my will, just opening me up to things that I would've done normally with a little coaxing and cajoling. I was perfectly fine with that, even when she asked me to get up on one of the stages and perform a little strip tease.
Apparently when the time comes for new priestesses of Krygar to be added to the roll of proper practitioners, the gal gets some of her friends (and on occasion some female relatives), and we're all put in a room with a bunch of unlabeled, temporary transformation potions mixed with a little alcohol, and essentially we help to welcome our friend into the fold in an orgy of lust and change. If you take the wrong (or right) potions, perhaps a little fertility too. A priestess' body is something special, seen by the church as a blank canvas or a block of clay to be sculpted towards the desires of both the priestess and the goddess. The party is meant to let the new priestess sample some of the blessings her goddess can give to her over the course of her service. She can see them, touch them, and even experience them. Each transformation is temporary, and they let you down one to three potions at a time. Every time the dispelling trigger was met you'd lose the oldest potion effect still active. I was a little hesitant at first, but seeing an eager priestess down two of them and get breasts bigger than her head, well... I figured I might as well give it a try.
The inhibition potion at the door made sure that even the least bi-curious girls there would be getting in on the act, eventually. I was just about ready to grind up against the nearest bystander just from seeing the sudden expansion of the first potion drinker.
Clothes came off quite rapidly, and I could see why I'd been asked to wear a bikini. I thought I'd have a bit of fun with it, and I hopped up on one of the stages to perform the stripping act Setsuna had asked for. I didn't have the slightest blush as I took my clothes off for a room of strangers. I did some rather lewd things with the potion bottle before I popped the cap and downed it.
I was immediately thankful that I'd taken off all my clothes. Voltz' 9th Law of Transformation: Only magic items and underclothes are guaranteed to survive the alteration of the host. No matter how big you get, somehow you're going to be left with enough bits of fabric clinging to you to perform the bare minimum of modesty. Though it ought to have torn itself to shreds, somehow my bikini managed to contain my body as I shot up from five and a half to seven-feet in height, and it did so comfortably. Truth be told, I was a little disappointed. I didn't get muscles, or get to experience being a werewolf, or anything. I just got scaled up to the point where I was getting my hair caught in the ornate lamps hanging down from the ceiling.
I'm sure it was quite a spectacular change to watch, but it was more uncomfortable for me than fun. So I went and found myself a playmate to get rid of the effect. A small and shy girl who, even with the inhibition potion still in effect, seemed a little reluctant to have some fun. But she enjoyed being scooped up in my arms and given a kiss, and what a kiss. Her potion was Essence of Frog. She was a joy to snuggle with, her skin soft and smooth, and her tongue, oh that tongue...
I sampled a few more, nothing really worth mentioning. They weren't good or bad just... neutral. I didn't care about them, and as time went on I felt myself being drawn more and more into the spectacle of the thing. I was having more fun sitting back and seeing the trouble other people got themselves in to. Keeping an eye on Sakura resulted in some moments of amusement. She was slamming down potions for the free booze content and griping constantly about the resulting changes to anyone who would listen. And as she was often the most transformed one in the room, she was drawing in the handful of girls who were into that sort of thing, as well as both of the supervising priestesses. I could tell she was enjoying herself. For a few hours she got to be the center of attention, having her pleasure seen to by a handful of hangers-on who were more than eager to grab her more drinks.
The party was winding down, and there was one more round of transformational potions. I could hear my cousin cursing up a storm from across the room. She was completely sloshed and having a fit over her final set of alterations. She towered over everyone at her table, membranous wings spread wide, tail lashing behind her as she tried to keep her balance.
It was quite a sight, what with her not only being tipsy, but having a vastly altered center of gravity, having received a batch of the massive bust potion that had kicked off the evening. A half dozen arms were in a tangle as she tried to wave them to get herself balanced.
I was actually enjoying my final alteration for the night. My little froggy friend from earlier had sought me out, and though she lacked the wondrous amphibian tongue from earlier, her own final change was rather similar to the first, smooth, sleek, skin made of pitch black latex. Her touch was absolute heaven. I just about had my eyes rolled back in my head with the sheer bliss of her lips upon my new addition. Remember what I said earlier about fertility? I had a full blown (pun intended) cock for my final change. Big enough to satisfy a mare, and if some of the messes I'd seen earlier were any indication, the gal slurping my sausage was going to get a big surprise.
I hadn't really noticed Setsuna throughout the evening. I think she slipped off to have some fun with several of her fellow priestesses in one of the privacy booths in the corners. She walked up with a pre-poured potion, out of the bottle and in a chalice. She was purring quite loudly and a furred tail swayed from side to side behind her.
She was somewhere between the Asian neko-chan and the typical anthropomorphic feline in appearance, claws, fangs, ears, and tail, but her fur was fading, though she kept the six breasts.
I smiled up at her as she set the cup on the table, and then bent down to give me an intimate kiss. I'd be lying if I said this was the first time she'd done that. It seemed whenever I got together with my cousins, and drinking was involved, somehow we always ended up sleeping together. It was weird, but it didn't seem wrong. To me it always felt like masturbation. Aside from hair color and a few freckles, I could be the legitimate mirror image of either of my cousins. We enjoyed ourselves; it was always a well needed blowing off of steam. We never talked about it or discussed it. Hell, we never even planned to do it. It just... happened, and we loved it.
"Mmm... Ranko," she purred, "Think we can wrestle Sakura away from the crowd? I've got some fun for the whole family in mind, as it were, and I think it'll be more intimate without a crowd cheering us on."
I just nodded, I couldn't manage to coax anything more than a moan or a lustful cry out of my throat. The former frog-girl was good, and I made a mental note to get her number before the night was out.
The climax was absolutely delicious, and longer lasting than any I'd had up until that point in my life. I was seriously giving some thought to sending the church a little donation to get a little (well, not so little) permanent addition. But events later that evening would make things rather... difficult.
And I never did get Miss Froggy's number...
-o-
It was a bit cramped inside the privacy booth; it was more in the style of a telephone booth than a restaurant booth. Despite her drunkenness, requiring several of her still-present arms on my shoulders, back, and butt in order to stay upright, Sakura groaned loudly when I asked if the small booth was a "changing room." She always hates my puns.
"I'd like to share something special with the two of you, it's something that's been on my mind a lot recently, and just won't seem to leave. I can't really trust anyone else to go through this with me and not abuse it so... one last transformation for the night, letting us all experience it." Setsuna said, before standing on the small bench and pushing aside a ceiling tile.
She'd managed to acquire on of the temple's transformation potions, and this one still had its label. Though it was written in the Abyssal script, and I had no idea what it said. She took a big gulp first, and then passed it to Sakura, who couldn't quite manage to keep the majority of it in her mouth, it dribbled down over her massive breasts. The dragon alteration was gone, but she still sported six arms and those wonderfully huge knockers.
I took the potion from her as Setsuna ran her tongue over Sakura's obviously sensitive breasts, making sure not a drop was wasted. I took a long swig for myself, the potion sporting a kind of bubbly vanilla flavor to it. I could immediately feel that bubbly feeling being transferred to my body. It tickled a bit and I giggled as I took another drink, this time brining my lips against Sakura's, assuring that not a drop would be spilled.
She seemed almost hungry for the potion, or more likely the liquor used to make it. She gulped down what I offered, her tongue almost writhing in my mouth, searching for more. So I gave it to her, with three kisses I managed to give our drunken cousin her share of the transformation potion. I wasn't sure what it was, but I felt my entire body heating up, joining that bubbly feeling. It was a slower acting potion than the others, the effects would take place with a deliciously languid pace, allowing the subject to experience every minor shift caused by the magical concoction. Perhaps the booze was finally getting to me, as I felt my mind grow foggy, concentrating almost entirely upon my increasingly aroused body. It felt so good to rub up against my cousins, our skin meeting. It felt even better to rub and stroke, to fondle and caress.
The booth seemed almost to tighten around us, pushing the three of us closer and closer together, making sight useless, the only way to know what was going on was to use your touch, to feel the others around you. It was wonderful, an almost spiritual experience. We pressed closer and closer together, our skin tingling with delighted bliss as it met that of our kin. Sensual sensations blossomed within our bodies the likes of which we had never before known. It was like every part of us, physical and spiritual, was open to the other two to play with, to kiss, to caress, to make love to. It was the most beautiful thing that I have ever experienced. And yet throughout all of it, not one single climax was to be had. I could feel Setsuna's many breasts, as well as Sakura's large ones; I could feel my cousin's clumsy, but manifold caresses over my body. It was sheer bliss.
Tighter and tighter the booth seemed to grow, closer and closer together, as close as three women can physically get. And then we went beyond that. I'm not sure how exactly it went, since I couldn't see, couldn't even open my eyes. But I didn't need to see what happened, only feel it. It felt like I had become like putty, my flesh being pushed and kneaded into that of my cousins. Perhaps if I had a clearer head I would've been worried, but all I knew was that it felt even better than skin to skin contact, and I focused all my will into that feeling of fluidity, letting myself flow forward, to entwine and entangle with the two people that I loved most in all the world.
Then I became more than myself. I could feel my caresses; I could feel the sensations stirred by my lips, my fingertips, my legs wrapped around my cousin's waist. I could feel their own touches upon my body, and I could feel that which was doing the touching. I felt perfect, like one of those multiarmed elephant fertility goddesses exploring herself.
I wasn't quite sure if I was controlling the many arms and legs I felt, not even those I knew to be my own. But it didn't matter, since they were all working towards the same purpose; to grant me the greatest pleasure possible. The near-divine sense of pleasure and pressure grew and grew, until it exploded like a single shining silver firework amidst a sea of endless night, lighting up all of creation with its dazzling brightness.
And then I was no longer divine, but a mere mortal with a somewhat unfamiliar body. There were no longer any loving caresses, but rather clumsy gropes as fingers and hands tried to figure out where precisely they were, and why everything felt so weirdly heavy, and not only that, but why were there so damned many of them?
Mirror, wall, curtain, more wall, Sakura's huge breast, someone's rump, my rump, Sakura's OTHER huge breast, my hair, Setsuna's ponytail, yet another Sakura breast. Wait...
I opened my eyes, but there wasn't much to see, as Sakura, Setsuna, and myself were lodged quite well in the changing booth. I turned my head only to find myself with my nose in Setsuna's air and a faceful of dark hair.
"Ack! You two are squashing me!" Sakura cried, no trace of a slur in her voice. I too felt rather cramped and compacted, though I couldn't feel anyone's weight on me. I tried to step out of the booth, but it seemed that I had too many legs as well. I lost count at four. I managed to get one or two through the curtain, and gripped the outside wall with... I couldn't be sure, somewhere between three and seven hands, seeking to pull myself out of the booth. I'm sure it looked quite a sight, likely a dozen limbs flailing around from outside the curtain.
My strength managed to do the job and I managed to pull myself out of the booth. Only it wasn't quite myself; I managed to pull out myself and part of Setsuna, with Sakura still inside the booth. Or at least the portion of our merged form that sported her head. My jaw dropped as I looked over the body my cousins and I had become united in.
A wide torso, sporting nine breasts the very size and shape that Sakura had acquired through her potions, with three heads sitting atop it. There was a sort of hint of shoulders in the middle, beneath the neck belonging to Setsuna, and the outside was adorned with many, many arms. We were not only a little bigger than double-wide, but double-thick as well, with a broadened back and a second set of shoulders and hips. A quick count determined we had twelve arms and eight legs amongst us, the majority of them belonging to a pair of rather confused young women.
Sakura managed to free herself from the booth and step her third of the body out with the rest of us. She let out a stunned yelp, and I could feel her panicked adrenaline surging into our veins. Her flight instinct kicked in, and the sudden shock of feeling her own feelings and urges sent me into a panic. I'm not sure why, but we tried to pull away from one another, trying to forcibly pull our original bodies free of the strange merged mess we'd gotten ourselves into.
Setsuna, on the other hand, was in complete control, and she giggled as Sakura and I struggled until our sleepless and drink-worn constitutions hit rock bottom and we could do nothing more than pant, trying to draw air into our... I still don't know how many lungs.
The priestess took control of as many arms as she could, hugging our new body, cupping our plentiful breasts, and stroking Sakura and I, the two heads on the edges of our form, on the cheek.
"Isn't this great?!" Setsuna cried with unparalleled glee.
"If I wasn't sharing the same blood supply I'd slit your throat," growled Sakura.
I gritted my teeth and concentrated, putting my own assortment of arms to work, feeling up our united flesh. It was quite interesting, the way we'd been brought together as one. I can only imagine that Setsuna's multibreast alteration and Sakura's bust booster and Hindu goddess style arms somehow came along with us while we merged. But that was rather odd, as the three of us had most definitely climaxed, and thus they ought to have vanished. My fingers sought out our three sexes, positioned between our four front legs.
"It's a nice body to visit, girls, but I wouldn't want to live in it." I said with a small smile, "Let's have a little fun with a test run, then go our separate ways, ok?"
Setsuna just chuckled and nodded, while Sakura grunted and angrily mashed our breasts. It was... interesting, being able to feel your pleasure and the pleasure of two other people, to feel the parts touching and being touched, yet being not in control of them in the slightest. I closed my eyes and leaned against the outer wall of the booth, thinking "You know, I could really get used to this..." I thought to myself idly.
It turns out I wouldn't really have any choice in the matter.
-o-
Still tipsy from the previous evening, barely able to walk with eight legs and three minds trying to control them, and being a little loose legged from the fact that we couldn't seem to keep our hands off ourselves, eventually we managed to make it to Setsuna's room to pass out for the day, hoping that we would be individuals once more when we awoke.
To Sakura's loathing and Setsuna's enjoyment, that was not the case. We were still mashed into a single, many limbed, multibreasted form. Despite all the mutual pleasuring we had taken part in the previous evening, I still felt more than a little randy, I could even feel that my two cousins felt the same way. Noticing that somehow made it worse, like some kind of sexual feedback loop. I was aroused, which made Setsuna aroused, which made Sakura aroused, which made me even more needful.
"We need to shower," I said. During those early days I tried my best to adhere to my normal routine. Rather quickly I would find that it was quite impossible.
I tried to get up, out of the bed, but the other two wanted to part of it, laying like lumps. So despite myself I had to lay back down, dealing with Setsuna or Sakura absently fondling our mutual assets.
"Probably not a good idea," Setsuna said. Though I couldn't see it, I could hear the mischievous grin in her voice, "We're going to have breakfast shortly, and odds are we're going to end up rather messy."
Sakura winced, "Oh gods, she's right. We've got who knows how many arms, three mouths to feed, and our arms on the other side are like twice as far away as they're supposed to be."
"Ugh," I said with a sound of disgust, "We're going to be quite the show in the mess hall. Considering that I'm willing to bet dollars to donuts that the temple doesn't have any clothes that are going to fit us."
I could feel Sakura blush, her portion of our shared body turning red with embarrassment. I chuckled, "So you can fuck in front of a crowd when you're getting drunk, but you can't stand the thought of just being naked in front of people?"
I got a snarled "Shut up!" for my troubles.
Thankfully Setsuna provided some information that helped to throw water on Sakura's increasingly bad mood: transformees of the church are taken care of until they are comfortable enough in their new forms to take care of themselves. So breakfast in bed was going to be the state of things for the foreseeable future.
I did admit that my cousin had been right; we did indeed need a shower after breakfast. I'm half positive that whoever put together the menu for us during those first few days set up a hidden camera, and was laughing so hard they wet themselves every time we ate. We got a full on waffle bar, butter, syrup, fruit, whipped cream, chocolate syrup.
And as predicted, nothing seemed to go the way it ought. We were absolutely ravenous, and all twelve arms sought ought plates. The first casualty was the pitcher of blueberry syrup, which was knocked over when all four of the arms that seemed to be mine tried to grab it at once. The warm flow over the bare skin of our breasts was enough the make the three of us gasp.
"What the hell is wrong with us?" Sakura grumbled, "Why does just about everything feel sexual?"
Setsuna took the opportunity to ramble on about the wonders of Krygar's gifts, how the goddess wanted to assure that the forms she granted her followers were enjoyable, even if they weren't quite what the petitioner was looking for. Thus...
Sakura and I took advantage of our cousin's rambling to sort out which arms were ours, they were the ones not making gestures, or making diagrams on napkins. After a few catapulted waffles I gave up on trying to eat in a civilized manner, and just grabbed a plain waffle and dipped it in the rather large amount of whipped cream, fruit, and syrup that had accumulated on my portion of our body during previous attempts at eating.
On the other end, however, Sakura only gave up after her repeated attempts at using a knife and fork wound up with her wearing a waffle as a whipped-cream and chocolate-chip covered hat.
By the time we'd all managed to get our fill (as I later learned we all shared a single stomach) I kind of felt sorry for whoever had drawn the bad luck of having to clean up Setsuna's room, as well as the laundry people who would be having to assure that the bedclothes didn't wind up with purple, blue, and red stains.
Still lacking any sort of clothing, we merely threw one of bedsheets with the least amount of stuff spilled on it around our rather sticky form and were ushered off to the specialty showers. I was a little awed at the sight; the temple had taken steps to assure that anyone could have a nice, comfortable bath despite their form. My cousins and I were ushered into a tub that had a door in it, and a bench inside. Essentially a walk in tub, the small door in the side being completely water tight, allowing it to be filled up for a wide but not particularly tall individual to take a bath. It was more space efficient than a wide, but shallow one, I suppose. Turning on the taps went much easier than breakfast had. Well, until Sakura pulled the little stopper that turned the flow of the tap into a warm shower. All three of us cried out at the same time as the powerful spray cascaded over our nine oh-so-sensitive breasts.
Our breakfast had taken place just after noon, and the sun had long since set by the time someone came to check up on us and get us out of that shower. We quickly learned that any time we bathed we would have to have someone come and get us before things went a little too far out of hand. The water, the suds, the scrubbing, it was so easy to get our rather oversexed body demanding more and more pleasure, and even between the three of us we didn't have enough will to deny it. After we were coaxed out of the shower, we had our first surprise of the day. One of the temple elders had done a little thaumaturgic investigation to see why our transformation wasn't dispersing the way it ought.
I really shouldn't have been surprised at the answer we were given.