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Potion Mishaps; Tiny Comforts

Damian still had the bitter flavor of potion on his tongue as he made his way down the pathway in the park. He couldn't help but lick his salty fingers to alleviate the taste as he reflected on the mistake that led to this unfortunate situation.

He had been in Klyneth due to the popularity of the Vore House, and as a travelling merchant he felt it would be as good a place as any to try to expand his repertoire by learning new things and indulging himself a bit. While at the midtown market, he was presented with a multitude of new potion types to indulge himself with, and one potion in particular from the Potions Guild of Saff'Rald was really standing out to him, a potion for hyper virility. The thought of being massively over-endowed either with flesh or fluid was quite the turn on for him and he was eager to see what it could do, so he decided he was going to buy it!

Though he had been in town to examine and better investigate The Vore House of Klyneth, the potions guild were better known for their namesake, so he went with their offerings instead, especially after a four-armed chimera woman and a chromatic dragon had recommended the Potions Guild wares. This hadn't seemed out of the ordinary for him, at least not until he was approached by a tiny hippogryph mare who had informed him that he had made a grave mistake.

"What do you mean?" He had asked, holding up the vial of potion and seeing nothing wrong.

"I don't think that potion is going to do what you think it is going to do." The tiny woman warned. "If you want a good potion, head north of town on the Urto trade route and pick up a vial from the Vore House. It's not cheap, but it'll give you what you want." She then offered him a flyer before spreading her wings and gliding away.

Damian looked at the flyer, which included a map and a price list, and decided that he had neither the time nor the coin to make that trip. The potion he had already purchased was from a reliable source, and in his mind it wasn't vore-related desires that had inspired him to try out this potion, so he believed that the Potion's Guild of Saff'Rald would be better suited to his needs. Endosomatophilia was never far from his mind, but on this day he was more keen on seeing himself with a cock the size of his leg with enough cum to drown a mare! That's what the merchant - a gryphon-raptor hybrid - had assured him would happen, so that's the decision he made.

He felt confident about his choice, and downed the potion the moment he entered the large park that separated Central Klyneth from North Klyneth. That was when he realized he may have made a mistake. For starters, the potion tasted horrendous and had a sickly, mucosal texture. It was bitter, ferrous, and slimy in such a way he nearly gagged and spat it back up, and would have if not for the fact that he knew that potions were derived of ademane and therefore those flavors and textures were natural. Most potion makers knew enough to blend and mix and flavor the potions to make them more palatable, but having been given so much praise for the effectiveness of Potions Guild potions, he felt that the disgust was simply the price he had to pay for cheap, effective potions.

And thus he was left, mostly alone as he padded up the winding path through the park, scraping his tongue of the taste while wondering when the effects would start. So far, all he felt was a tightness in his chest and a tingling in his groin. While the tightness confused him - as he was able to disregard it as nerves - he felt the tingling was a good sensation.

He glanced around to see if anyone else was watching before undoing his belt and catching a glimpse down his pants to see if his cock had grown. To his dismay, his sheath had not only failed to swell, but seemed to be about one third the size it once was and his balls, which were usually nicely sized, had been sucked up completely into his groin.

A dread swept over him and his ears drooped, wings dragging along the ground and tail hanging low. This was not the desired effect, and it didn't take much thought to realize that it was in fact the exact opposite of what It was he wanted to have happen. Suddenly, the swelling in his chest made sense and he realized exactly where things went wrong.

The potion was not a male enhancement potion, but a female enhancement potion. He was growing breasts, his balls and sheath were being replaced with vulva, and before long his innards would be hollow and his member would be repurposed. His eye twitched and he whimpered a bit to himself, utterly defeated and unsure of how to alleviate the issue or reverse it. He couldn't be seen as this, it would destroy him and he was not comfortable being seen as a female.

No solution came, so he veered off the path and leapt up into a nearby tree, hoping beyond hope to hide from any onlookers while he tried his best to manage himself and the fate that had befallen him. While he leapt from branch to branch, he tried his best to find a nice comfortable perch where he could relax and spend the rest of his day. As advertized, the potion was set to last two full days, so he was going to be quite distracted for the near future.

The pressure in his chest quickly built as he flitted from one branch to the next, the swelling of his breasts pressing out against the garment meant to hold his masculine body, not the supple curves of a woman. Since he hadn't thought up a solution to his problem and had failed to get a reversal potion upon making his purchase, he just had to deal with this. Problem was, his chest was still growing and his tunic was not. Somewhat panicked, he quickly peeled the garment off his chist and tossed it onto a nearby branch, letting it hang there while he stared at his own chest.

Intense relief washed over him as he felt the pressure dissipate. He was free, with his large supple breasts perky and plump on his chest.

"I told you not to buy from the Potion's Guild." A voice chirped at him from below.

When he looked, he saw it was the tiny hippogryph mare from the central market, perched happily on a lower branch looking up at him. Both of them were hidden from the view of the nearby walkway. Damian felt ashamed, caught, but didn't feel right confessing his mistake to a stranger, so he crossed his arms over his chest and sat hard on the branch, cross legged and wings out for balance.

She flutter-hopped up until she was on the same branch, her smaller body able to balance comfortably farther out from the tree trunk. "Look, I don't blame you. The Guild has some decent potions most of the time for a rather affordable price, but when you're looking for something that's going to change your body, it's better to pay more and be sure you get what you desire." She daintily stepped forth, her talons digging into the bark for balance as she extended her hand. "The name's Kentanni, and I'm here to help you!"

Damian tentatively reached out to grab her hand, but she was so much smaller than him that all of her fingers wrapped around one of his; she couldn't have come much more than past his knees if they were standing next to each other. "The name's Damian. So you're gonna help me revert back to my male body?" He was really hoping, yet his canine curiosity kept him wondering what sex would be like as a woman; part of him hoped she wouldn't or couldn't help.

She shook his finger, then shook her head. "Nope, I don't have that sort of magic, not on such short notice. I can't help you with the transformation - you're just going to have to deal with that - but I can help you with your feminine needs."

"What needs?" He asked, terrified of the answer. Then, silence. No wind, no response, and he couldn't even hear the sound of his own breath as he felt a guttural twisting in his loins, followed by a pressure travelling up from his pelvic region as if he were sitting on a pike. No pain, just pressure. He winced and twisted his expression as he adjusted to the new sensations, only to have that tingle return and spread out through his body like bolts of lightning bursting in all directions.

Then, the moisture started. He felt a dampness in his groin that soaked his undergarment followed by a hypersensitivity there that made every motion feel like someone was roughly rubbing him between the legs, creating a blend of pleasure and discomfort that was unlike anything he'd felt before. The closest way he could describe it was if he'd peeled his sheath back and started rubbing his length against a pile of fabric. Not fun. What he desired was not fabric, but flesh; in him or on him.

"Those needs." She said, smirking with a gaped beak. "I can't change your body, but I can use mine to help you deal with your burgeoning female needs, if you're comfortable with a stranger doing so." She stepped back, wings spread a bit for balance and talons still digging into the bark.

Damian had no other choice. His desire was building up deep inside and he felt like his clothes were being repressive, constricting, and all-around unpleasant, so he grabbed at a nearby branch and stood up to peel his pants off, kicking them and his undergarments over next to his shirt and satchel. Now fully nude, he stood tall and looked down at Kentanni, chest heaving and breasts remaining pert. "So what exactly are you going to do, then?" He asked, not sure if he was prepared for the answer.

The hippogryph mare stepped forth again, smiling as she stretched her wing around a plucked one of her smaller feathers from the underside. "Just trust me on this. And please don't panic or kick, I'm a small girl and you could really hurt me." She inched closer, taking mini half-steps up the branch until she was within feather distance. "Squat for me, dear."

He narrowed his gaze a bit, cocking his head and lowering his ear. "Are you sure that's going to help?" He wasn't convinced of her confidence, but since she was the only one who who knew of his mishap and still wanted to help - and had even gone so far as to warn him prior - he felt like he should be listening to what she had to say and do more closely. Eventually, he shrugged and sighed. "If you think you can help, I guess go ahead and do your thing."

"Then squat for me, dear. I don't want to have to climb up your thigh. I have sharp claws and I really don't want to be in that position with you." She squatted down as well, knees out and talons stabbing at the bark for balance, waiting for him.

Tentative but feeling the building desire in his loins, Damian did as commanded and lowered himself into a squatting position, careful to not lose his balance on the branch by reaching out and grabbing others while his wings parted. "Please be gentle. I'm really not sure how my body will react."

Kentanni nodded and leaned into his inner thigh, gently teasing him as she nuzzled and nibbled at the fur there. She took her feather in her hand and started using it to tickle him close to his groin and lower belly, even going so far as to tickle under his tail while never touching his vulva. "We'll start off nice and easy, because I know how stressful it can be to be a female for the first time." She assured him, still teasing him without making contact with his lips.

This frustrated him a bit, as the tingle wrought by the feather seemed to be drawing attention to his lady bits without actually giving him any release; this made him feel overly sensitive to the point he could feel his heartbeat in his vulva and clit, a wholly unfamiliar feeling that reminded him of what it was like to be teased as a male while being so unlike it that he just felt frustrated. In this unsatisfied state, he pushed his hand between his legs to slip two fingers into himself, parting his lips and rubbing at the moist folds within him, his whole body relaxing then tensing up in response to his own touch.

But Kentanni knew better than that, so she gently pushed his hand away from his own groin, instead using her feather to ever so gently brush over his clit and lips. "Damian, darling, trust me when I say it feels a whole lot better when someone else does it for you. Here." She drew a single line down his slit from clit to taint with the feather before tossing it to the ground, allowing it to flutter through the air and eventually land near the walkway. She then used her tiny hands to knead and scritch at his inner thighs, again stopping just before rubbing at the edges of his vulva.

"Wh-why are you stopping?" Damian asked, squeezing his thighs in to hopefully coax her into rubbing his swollen lips. "I want it..."

She gave his clit a gentle pat, then slid her tiny hands down either side of his opening while rubbing at his lips. "Because it feels much, much better if there's a bit of buildup. It's called foreplay, doofus. Why do I get the impression you're not the best with the ladies?"

Damian scoffed. "I am great with the ladies, I'll have you know, and I understand foreplay just fine but that doesn't mean it's always necessary." He squirmed in place, squatting down more to the point his pussy spread open, throbbing and dripping a slimy concoction from deep within him. "But now I just want to be stuffed, I feel like the only way to fix this is to fill me with cock. Do you have a cock? It doesn't look like it."

"I do not, but I have other ways of pleasuring you." She parted his lips and nuzzled her beak against his clit, tiny head dwarfed by his throbbing sex. "That potion you drank, it was for hyper virility right? That means you were hoping for a cock big enough to swallow someone like me?"

Once again his eyes narrowed, curious how she could possibly know that. "Yes, sort of, why?"

Kentanni opened her beak and wrapped it around his clit, giving a gentle peck and a tug as her tongue licked up either side of it between his bulge and lips. "Well, if I know the maker of the potion and his propensity for pranks, I imagine your lady bits are as hungry as your cock would have been. With that in mind, trust me." Before he could respond or accept her proposal, she grabbed at both of his lips with both of her hands and spread him apart, burrowing her beak into his opening while nuzzling and preening the flesh. Given their massive difference in size, her entire head popped into him with ease, his lubricants sliding down over her feathers while lubricating her form in its entirety.

The pleasure was quite intense to Damian, who threw his head back and used his one free hand to rub and knead at one of his breasts, noticing immediately that they may have been too sensitive for him to do that, yet he persisted. His entire lower body was quivering and quaking in delight as that pleasurable tingle permeated him from pussy lips to halfway up his torso, making him whimper like a pup and quake in delight so vigorously that he was worried he might lose his grip on the branch.

He expected her to maybe nuzzle or fist him, using her arms like a dildo to satisfy him, but he wasn't prepared for the full-bodied experience she was about to give him. Since the potion was a hyper virility potion, it made sense to him that his newly formed lady bits were quite roomy and hungry, yet he was still shocked when she forced her arms upwards in a diving position and forced her entire upper half into him. Inside him, her head nuzzled at a button of hypersensitive flesh that triggered a massive burst of pleasure and an even greater gush of his fluids down her back. While there, her hands reached forth to press at the end of his depths, prodding at the firm flesh he assumed was his cervix.

"O-okay..." He whimpered, trying his best to insist that he had been cared for and didn't want any more from her. While he'd never been female before, he did know that having his cervix toyed with was not something he was likely to enjoy, so he tensed his muscles to maybe rise off her body only to find that she must have snagged inside his womb, because she was rising with him up off the branch, her tiny little legs flailing about until he squatted back down and she gripped at the bark once more.

Unsure of how to go forward, Damian patted at the shifting bulge in his lower belly, whimpering gently as he started grinding down on Kentanni's body, gyrating in time with her every push and eager motion to thrust herself into him. Her digitigrade legs were bent in three spots, thus giving her plenty of leverage to thrust from the branch and tug at his cervix all at once as she bounced up and down to loosen his passage up for more of her body.

The pressure of her wings bulged out and hitting his G-spot made his depths quiver in joy, gushing mess down her to drip over the many branches below them, a shock wave of pleasure burstign through his entire body with such intensity that he couldn't help but howl, then immediately stifle it by slamming his palm over his snout.

In his distraction, Kentanni managed to get a better grip within his womb, thus parting his cervix wide and kicking off the branch to pull herself up with ease. The copious mess he'd gushed all over mixed with the tenderized walls she had created with her full bodied thrusts to slip her up with ease regardless of gravity or his clenching pelvic muscles. She caught at the bark of the trunk with her talons, using that for leverage as she tried to spread her wings inside him, widening his sex before tightening up and disappearing into his depths with one final lurch giving him a pregnant-looking belly.

Only her tail remained poking out of Damian's swollen, throbbing pussy, the long equine strands of hair tickling his flesh for only another brisk moment before she curled up and pulled it in with her. A deep, guttural discomfort overcame him for only a brisk moment as the last of her passed through his cervix, making way for a deep satisfying pleasure to envelope her in its wake. His belly was distended, his lips were swollen and dripping, and he could feel her body writhing and shifting about inside to get comfortable, all elements that made him whimper in delight.

With one more pat on his belly, he struggled to stand tall, balancing on the branch amidst a series of weak, shuddering breaths. Every subtle motion of her body seemed to rub or squeeze at her loins in one way or another, rubbing walls and lips together in such a way that she couldn't help but shudder in delight, knees weak and eyes fluttering. "Well, you were right about a lot, little hippogryph mare." Damian confessed to himself, knowing full well she couldn't hear or respond.

The problem was that he was now stuck in a tree, pregnant with a still-shifting hippogryph mare in his womb, pleasuring him from within even as he was struggling to get used to his new body. This left him in a compromising position, but the deep satisfaction he felt post orgasm - of which he endured at least a half dozen - allowed him to relax enough to not let it bother him. He would figure himself out one way or another.

Even if that did mean he had to prepare for the inevitability of giving birth to a small but pleasantly sized hippogryph. Didn't take much for him to internally justify that to himself, especially since it meant he knew he'd feel her form passing through him once again, resulting in what would be another bout of some of the deepest, most intense pleasure he had ever felt.