The Mantle
This is a story i wrote on holiday, strangely on my phone. Hope you enjoy it
Dan looked at his watch hurriedly. Damn bets... Look where they got him! He looked around at the dusty mantelpiece. It almost looked unnatural in the bare room. The torchlight was making weird shapes and illuminating the room in slightly disturbing ways. Dan had his sleeping bag around him and a rudimentary sleeping mat underneath. It wasn't the most comfortable sleeping arrangement but what he was doing was technically trespassing so he had no great will to sleep in any of the beds. Not that he would want to. They were moth bitten and the colour had faded to a deep blood red in all the bedrooms. If he had to spend the night there, the emptiest room seemed the best place to be according to his logic. And he would feel more secure... Not that he believed in ghosts, but the place felt odd... As if it should not be there... As if he should not be there. He shivered as the hairs on the back of his head began to rise. He shook his head to clear it and pulled the sleeping bag so that it covered his body more. It was one o'clock and it was really beginning to get cold... It was the middle of winter and he was in a big house with no heating in it. He lay his head down and closed his eyes.
They snapped open when he thought he heard something but he couldn't tell if it was just his mind playing tricks or not. He was overtired but in no state to sleep. A sense of worry and paranoia had gripped him the second he walked into the house and it just grew as time went on. Frustrated at his lack of ability to get to sleep, he got up, the floorboards creaking as he did. He cursed as the noise permeated the silence of the night. Deciding that just standing there would not achieve anything, he began to explore the room that he currently resided in. As softly as he could, so that he made no sound, Dan walked around the bare room. There were large blue curtains covering large windows on one side. They looked heavy and made out of a thick material. He brushed his fingers against them, feeling their material roughness. He slowly pulled away. Then he moved to the mantle. On it was a mirror. It was dusty and the image looked slightly distorted. This was probably the fault of the torch as it was illuminating the wall closest to the door which was opposite to the mirror. He looked at his reflection, studying it intently. He could see all his body to his legs which he felt was rather odd as it seemed flat on the face of the wall and so much of his reflection had no right to be visible. The frame of the mirror was decorated by animals, two of each type. One particular carving caught his eyes. It was in the shape of a horse. A stallion to be precise. He could tell due to the highly precise representation of its anatomy which seemed to be hanging free of its normal sheathed hiding place. He felt a weird urge to touch this animalistic phallic symbol. Strangely the figure was warm, warmer that it had a right to be at least in the cold room. He held his hand there for a second and then remembering himself suddenly withdrew it. It was then when he realized that with all the pairs of animals, one was male and supposedly one was female. He was not sure of the latter observation but for the fact that there were no prominent sexual organs, he concluded this as a result. Something strange caught his eyes. In the mirror, there seemed to be a bulge in his trousers that had no right to belong there, even though his manhood was a good size. He looked down at himself but saw nothing amiss. Looking up again he saw nothing. Shrugging he walked back to his sleeping bag, got in and found that he could finally get some sleep.
Something was wrong. He opened his eyes and looked around. Nothing seemed amiss. Sighing because of the lost sleep, he looked at his watch. Two... Great. Just one hour of sleep. Dan realized then why he was awake. The room seemed unnaturally warm. He got out of his sleeping bag and sat on top of it. To make sure he wasn't coming down with flu, he checked his neck. He defiantly felt warmer than usual. He looked down at his chest. On it was the characteristic flush that he usually got when he was excited or aroused. He frowned and looked down to see if it was the former or the latter. It didn't seem to be either as he first assumed but just thinking about arousal began to heat him up. What the hell, he thought. Dan pulled down his trousers and looked at his semi erect cock. He began to run his finger forward and backward over it. He then grasped it firmly and pulled his foreskin down exposing the purple of his cock head. Normally he could only pull it down so far but at the moment it seemed to be fairly loose and he could pull it down a lot farther than he normally could. His cock quickly got to its normal erect size, his length bobbing in the air. He then realized that it seemed to still be growing. His purple cock head began to change colour to a brownish black. The top began to flatten and the hole at the tip began to get wider. It soon became so wide that he could have easily put his two fingers in there and there still would have been space. As this was happening, his foreskin seemed to retract further and further down his cock and more of the soft, sensitive head was exposed. His balls also seemed to change colour and he could feel them slowly getting bigger. His foreskin seemed to hit something and slowly continued retracting the now foot long cock. He seemed to have a ring around the middle of it. It was as now as thick as his wrist and the head was flared. The foreskin now stopped retracting, forming into a sheath like fold of skin. His balls would be impossible to hide if he wore shorts; they were as big as oranges. When all the changes had stopped, Dan was feeling slightly light headed, possibly due to the loss of blood to his positively giant and beastly manhood. It stood throbbing in the air. A musky smell reached his nostrils as his balls twitched slightly and he saw some precome almost erupt from this monster, dripping down the length so it was covered in slippery hot juices. He touched the side of it, seeing it bob in front of his eyes. It now came up to his chest as he sat down. He found his finger now covered in some of his viscous pre. He raised it to his nose to sniff it. It had such masculinity about it that he shuddered. His tongue snaked out under its own accord and tasted the musky sticky liquid. It had a strong indescribable taste and although he had never before, he suddenly had an urge to lick his own penis. The smell was intoxicating. He lowered his head and took the plunge. He was awash with double sensations. He both felt the soft wetness of his tongue on his sensitive penis, and the firm rigidity on his wanting tongue. It circled the flat head, stopped, and then his tongue dove into his hole. The tastes and sensations were electric to him. He writhed his tongue about, at the same time moaning in a low voice at the sensations. Another thick load of pre rushed up his cock, around his wanting tongue and into his mouth. He gulped it down eagerly, ready for the main course. He lowered his head further and found he could get the dark coloured cock head into his mouth. This sensation was enough and his over stimulated balls rose up and unleashed pints of his new musky come. He exploded into his own mouth, and as he was unable to swallow it all, it slightly leaked at the edges. As his rush of intense pleasure subsided and his giant manhood began to retreat into his sheath, he began to sober up. He realized what he had just done so he giddily wiped the excess come from his face. As his tongue touched another piece of the sticky stuff around his lips he shivered before getting up. He could not deny the fact that it tasted so good. He examined himself thoroughly. There were no changes apart from the obvious, of which was currently residing in its sheath. He touched his sheath just to prove its reality and recoiled at the warm feeling that traveled from his sheath straight to his dick. After much hesitation, he stood up fully. He walked to the mirror and examined the frame. Where the horse's great anatomy was his own penis and balls, tiny in comparison to the majestic male hood that the horse had before. Realizing what had caused the mishap, he leaned forward to touch these parts of his own anatomy when his hand twitched and touched the cow figure. Shocked, Dan realized that it was a female cow, complete with udders. Too afraid to do anything else lest he end up with something worse, he withdrew and returned to his sleeping bad, prepared for the worst. Again, he fell asleep the second his head touched the bag.
He woke up. This time he was ready. It was currently two forty and he was anticipating the change that awaited him. He removed all of his clothes, worried that there would be more changes than simply in his groin. Sure enough, he felt warmth in his defined chest and his nipples began to disappear. His fairly muscular chest now succumbed to flatness. As soon as his chest was totally flat, his belly began to expand. On it appeared angry red spots which almost seemed to burn him. He tried to rub them to stop the burning but all that achieved was an aggravation of the pain. The spots became bigger and bigger until they could only be described as udders. He pulled down on one of them and moaned as a jet of milk was released from it. He felt his arousal grow and although it made his horsey cock come out from the sheath, his cock was shrinking. The sheath reduced in size until it created a parting and two luscious lips which were the same colours as the penis head before. He felt a strange sensation as the large hole began to shift lower down and the whole of his penis shrinking to become the inner lips of what could only be called a vagina. The most sensitive part of his old cock moved up in its miniaturized state and was partially covered by his old foreskin. He suddenly felt a great emptiness and certain warmth inside of him that felt so unnatural yet so right. He could not deny the inevitable. He brought his hand down to brush against the most sensitive part and he/she almost screamed. She brushed her hand against it again. From her new vagina a clear slippery liquid emerged and covered all of the inner lips. Dan's hands got soaked as she began to rapidly stroke this tiny lump of pleasure. At the same time, her other hand began milking one of her udders, producing a strong effect on our feminized Dan. Her voice went higher and higher, and just before it reached the highest pitch, he suddenly stuck two fingers out and penetrated the virgin vagina. The combination of the pain and pleasure lead Dan into the most intense orgasm of his life which caused all her udders to simultaneously release milk. A loud moo escaped her lips as she climaxed.
She slowly returned to the real world, the orgasm still rocking through her body. Maybe this bet wasn't so bad after all! She got up. The heavy milk laden udders jiggled and sloshed as she moved. The sensation sent shivers down her spine and straight to the bovine pussy of hers. She finally managed to reach the mirror without finger fucking herself to oblivion. Beneath her lay a trail of warm sweet milk that had leaked while she had walked. Dan had an idea. If she was going to change back or into something else, she might as well taste this milk. She aimed the teat towards her face. As she effectively masturbated it, jets of her white gold flew onto her face and dripped down onto her inhuman flat chest and down back onto her udders. Dan licked his lips. The taste was overpowering, more delicious than any milk she had ever tasted. It was creamy, warm but with a strong sweet aftertaste that took her by surprise. At this the bovine lips flared and she felt a warm liquid running down the inside of her thigh. Barely satisfied but determined to plough on regardless, Dan examined the mirror. She now noticed that there were not only animals but mythological beasts. As she noticed a dragon, she imagined what it would be like with the large majestic dragon cock with its burning seed, or the female dragon's folds which gave way to an inferno of heat. She decided after a minute to if anything try that later as the cock looked to be thrice the size of the horse's one and the vagina was also large. She did not fancy his chances with the burning seed or inside but he was still tempted to touch them. She broke her gaze with those figurines. There were many shapes and figures, more than should reasonably be on a mirror of that size. She had no doubt that there was magic at work. If it could change him/her then no doubt it could do something so menial in comparison. She checked the horse to make sure her own manhood was still safe. Good. It was still there.
Her gaze then became fixed on a Pan like figure, a satyr with a giant erection but it looked slightly androgynous. Her hand reached out and instead of just touching one area of the figurine, it brushed the whole of it. Dan let out a giggle with a hint of a moo. She got into her sleeping bag and closed her eyes.
4 o'clock said the luminous watch which illuminated her face. She got up, teats wobbling and spilling their precious milk. There was a great warmth in them, thus they were the first to go. She could feel them withdrawing into her. She felt them move up her body and sure enough her nipples reappeared. They were not the same as before however. They were large with points the sizes of small rubbers. She could feel her chest expand. Surprised at this development but happy nonetheless, she rubbed her fingers over them. She gasped. They were even more sensitive than the teats she previously had. Her attention was now brought downwards. The vagina had disappeared from view and in its place were some shapely round balls that Dan initiatively knew would never run dry. Above them was a small growth. It began to enlarge more and more. Finally he had a fully grown cock in front of him. It was the size of the horse's but in a more familiar shape. It was smooth and shiny and constantly slippery. The tip wouldn't stop oozing pre and he was pretty sure that he now had power over his whole sexual organs. He could orgasm in a second, change the shape and size and even the flavor. He tried the first power out. Jets of white cum erupted from his penis. They painted the ceiling at the ferocity. He felt weak at the knees and kneeled down as torrents of come blasted everywhere.
He suddenly, through his haze, realized that he had to stop or he could in theory, drown in his own juices. The flow ebbed and stopped. He felt wetness behind his balls. He hefted them aside and found a vagina, slippery and inviting. The turn of events pleased him greatly.
His head suddenly began to hurt. Two pinpricks of pain rushed through his head but disappeared almost as quickly as they appeared. He brought his hand up to his head and felt two horns had erupted. Sudden pain in his legs interrupted his thoughts when his feet began melding into hooves and his knees reversed their original positions. Half of his body covered in a course hair. He smiled at his new form. A sudden longing from his aching sex organs brought him back to his problems at hand. A great idea flashed in his mind; he lengthened his cock and made it flexible. He guided it around his giant grapefruit sized balls and inserted his flexible penis into his supple vagina. The feelings were incredible. The penis felt like his fingers when he experimented before, but it was also pulsing and incredibly warm. He could feel every ridge of his cock which gave him an idea. He changed his cock so that there were multiple bumps and ridges. The pleasure from that almost threw him into a simultanious orgasm. He thrusted once with it and that was all it needed. A cry escaped his lips as he blacked out from the pleasure, a pool of come rapidly surrounding him.
He woke up with a start. What a strange but interesting dream, he thought. He raised his head up but hit it on the jutting erect penis. He smiled. Not a dream! He looked at the window. There was light coming around them. He walked up to the mirror, stumbling on his hooves and various weights of his balls and penis threatening to bowl him over. As he studied the frame, he gasped. There was no remnant of himself on it! The horse had its cock back and the satyr just stood grinning. He blindly rushed to the door and opened it. He suddenly felt grass beneath his hooves and found himself in a grassy glade. A sense of peace overtook him. There were more satyrs here. One went up to him and said 'welcome Helastrius. You will find your new life full of much enjoyment.' There was a sense of contentment in the pit of the new satyr's stomach. He had won the bet and with it a lot more than he thought he would.