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"Fuck, ANOTHER Matriarch's Spear..." Fyn sighed, eyeing the weapon's stats. "I should've just rolled a girl, the stats are SO good. I'd give anything to be able to equip that..."

Fyn's eyes wandered from the weapon's stat block, back to his character. A powerful, ripped looking gnoll warrior with a magnificent mane that ran all the way down to his ass. He was a barbarian, of course, so he could wear as little armor as possible and show off all of the work that the developers had put into his chest. They had even modeled the gnoll's dark nipples with the utmost care. Fyn's tongue briefly flicked over his lips as a familiar heat rose in his groin.

"Hey guys, I uh, I think I'm gonna skip out on the other dungeons. I've gotta take care of something..."

The man quickly removed his headset and rolled back from the computer, eyeing the close up of his character on the screen. He could only play the buff beast for so long before it really started to get to him. The character might have been a hyena, but he was undeniably sexy. Hell, the whole gnoll faction barely wore any clothing, and Fyn swore the developers spent way too much time defining their musculature and making sure their animations REALLY showed it off. And that meant, occasionally, Fyn had to take a break to really APPRECIATE all the hard work the art team had put in...

Something about today was a bit different though. He'd already stopped playing to jerk off right before he'd joined the dungeon run. It was no more than 20 minutes ago, but Fyn was already hard as a rock again, and his dick practically DEMANDED attention. He felt HUNGRY, a growing heat and need building up down below that he'd never quite experienced before.

Fyn shucked his clothes off into a corner of the room, grabbed the conveniently nearby lube, and took hold of his throbbing, insistent shaft. Just the grip sent a shiver down his spine. He kept his eyes glued to the screen, tracing his gaze over every inch of the warrior's furred muscle as he started to slowly tug at his cock. He imagined what it would be like to be such a powerful BEAST of a creature, strength flowing through every motion... even as his own muscles started to swell out to match the fantasy in his head.

And what would those paws feel like, gripping his dick? He could imagine those paw pads had just the right amount of roughness to them to feel fantastic against his flesh, and the fur around it must have added a gentle brush to it. Hell, his imagination was so good he swore he actually COULD feel it. The man was too lost in his stroking to realize his hand was indeed changing. His fingertips were being replaced with the rough black pads of a gnoll, brown fur was slowly creeping up over his flesh. It was only when his larger paw started truly engulfing his unchanged dick that he realized something might be wrong.

Fyn's frenzied pawing stopped only a moment as he looked down and saw the monstrous fingers gripping his shaft. A wave of confusion and panic gripped him. The rational, human part of his mind yelled at him that something was wrong, that he should be EXTREMELY concerned that he now had a meaty gnollish paw. But the rest of his mind, the parts that were being consumed by yeenish instinct and lust, weren't concerned about that at all. All they knew was that he was EXTREMELY horny and hot, and that there was a powerful need he SHOULD be taking care of instead of worrying about whether he did or did not have fur.

"Ehehehehe..." The changing man cackled. The horny part of his mind was winning out.

The view down to his new paws brought a realization to Fyn's lust-addled brain. Namely, he was getting ripped. The muscle hadn't just packed onto his arms, but the heat radiating up through his stomach had carved a lovely set of abs onto his formerly flat belly. Abs covered in a beautiful coat of fur, no less. He took his unoccupied, rough paw and traced up along his chest, savoring the feel of the muscle, the plush fur, the warmth swimming up his body.

As his big fuzzy paw traced upwards, a sudden unexpected jolt of pleasure made Fyn's stroking freeze up and his cock spasm in his grasp. It fired a blast of precum so hard it splattered against the monitor. It took him a second for Fyn to even realize what had happened. As he explored, one of his new claws had brushed up against his nipples, and apparently, they felt AMAZING.

The gnoll-to-be wasted no time moving his paw up, squeezing at his hefty, growing pecs and tweaking the tender nip with his fingers. His tongue lolled out of a lengthening face, drool rolling down it as a throaty moan escaped him. He closed his eyes, imagining what it would be like to have the other gnolls in the tribe playing with his nips. Muzzles slurping and suckling on them while their paws squeezed at his hefty tits.

Wait, tits? The shrinking part of his rational, human mind yelled at the changing man that something about that was WRONG, but a squeeze of the delightful, sensitive nubs on his chest shut that voice up. First, they needed to get off, THEN they could worry about whatever was happening to them.

Unfortunately, getting off didn't seem to be coming. Maybe it was just because he had gotten off twenty minutes earlier, but his climax was nowhere in sight. His dick was leaking precum like a faucet, and every touch to it still felt wonderful - indeed, far better than he remembered. But despite that, no matter how frantically he stroked, he just couldn't reach that familiar peak or scratch that burning NEED in his gut.

Worse, it seemed like his beefy body and massive paws were still growing, and not in proportion to the rest of him. At least, not in proportion to the most important part of him right now. The sheer size of his meaty mitt, and how soaked it was with precum, had started causing his frantic tugs to slip all the way off of his cock.

At least, the human part of his brain hoped that was the only reason he kept slipping off...

The desperate hyena growled in frustration, trying different styles of grip and stimulation to work his small, slippery shaft. No matter what he tried, nothing really seemed to satisfy. Nothing, at least, until his fingers slipped down to rub at the base of his shaft.

It wasn't an area he really paid attention to normally except on the rarest occasions - the part of his dick tucked inside of him, hidden behind his dangling orbs. Now, that touch sent blissful shivers through him and made his toothy maw hang open. More importantly, rubbing this spot seemed to finally let him scratch that BLASTED heat in his gut!

The gnoll in training wasted no time, digging his fingers in between his orbs, eagerly stroking that hidden flesh inside of him. Thankfully for him, it turned out the position was also perfect for grinding the sensitive, darkening head of his dribbling dick against his rough paw pads. His darkening, changing nose was starting to pick up his own need, the slick fluids coating his paw. It smelled lovely, but, something about it just didn't quite appeal to him.

His mind wandered back to the powerful male barbarian he had pulled up on the screen. What did HE smell like, Fyn wondered? He could practically imagine it - musky, potent, virile. He pictured the scent filling the air as the other male wrestled with him. Fyn was bigger, stronger... He could win. But, that wasn't what he wanted.

No, in his fantasy he LET the smaller male pin him. He would grab the other gnoll's head and bring it to his chest, urging the warrior to suckle and lick on the nipple he was so eagerly playing with himself. He imagined replacing his fingers with the virile gnoll's shaft, grinding it up against this blissful spot behind his balls, pushing against it rough and eager... The shaft pushing INTO him, throbbing, pulsing, filling him with...!

"WHOOOOOP!"

The climax that had been eluding Fyn smashed into him like a freight train. Strange fluids gushed around his fingers as new, slick walls squeezed madly around them. His tiny cock spasmed wildly against his palm, firing his load into the air, but, somehow, the pleasure didn't stop building.

The new gnoll's knees buckled, sending him crashing to the ground on his plush ass, narrowly avoiding his new tail. His legs twitched as his cock fired again and again, each blast smaller and thinner than the last. With each throb, the confused but horny hyena found less and less between his legs to grind his paw against, but his wild thrusting continued. He yelped and whimpered at the alien sensation as two SOMETHINGS slipped up inside of him, sliding past his fingers. The feeling made his cock give one last, desperate throb... but nothing more leaked out if it.

Fyn's lust-addled hyena brain had told him that all he needed to do was cum, that it would solve all of his problems, but it hadn't! If anything, it only made him even MORE desperate, made the heat in his gut blossom into an all consuming NEED!!!

At this point, the overwhelmed yeen was reduced to using his thumb to frantically tug at the pathetic remnants of his cock while his fingers wildly thrust into the wet slit beneath it. No, not his cock, he realized with a whimper... His clit.

At this point, there was no denying it. His once proud manhood was little more than a nub sticking out of a soaking, heat-stricken pussy. His pecs hadn't filled with power and muscle, like he thought. They were soft, pliable, squishy... and WONDERFUL.

SO WHAT if he'd become a girl?! His breasts felt heavenly to squeeze. Each rub of his claws over his tender nipples sent a jolt of pleasure straight down to his groin. His new clit practically SUNG with sensation with each rub, flick, circle of his thumb, in a way his cock never had!

What had he lost? Just his humanity. His dick. Nothing important, really.

And what had he GAINED? Jaws that could crush steel. Senses that could pick up every hint of his lust. A massive, imposing, powerful body. The body of a gnoll matriarch, one that could do whatever SHE wanted!

Yes, she would find them other members of her tribe. Wrestle them, pin them, RIDE them! Use them as her toys, milk them for all they had until her heat was quenched! One male on each tit, one filling her pussy, one licking her ass, ALL FOR HER, ALL...

The cavalcade of fantasies caused the new matriarch to crest over the edge again, lightning racing through her limbs. She bucked her hips wildly up against her eager paw as her new cunt desperately tried to milk her fingers for an end to her heat. Her lust gushed over her digits - apparently quite the squirter in either gender!

She lay there for some time, eyes closed, panting and huffing, just enjoying the moment. Her new body. Her new senses. The two most intense climaxes of her life.

When Fyn opened her eyes again, the walls of her room were gone. Plains stretched out in all directions before her, dotted with stands of trees. In the distance, a small village slept, with little plumes of smoke rising from it.

More interesting than those sights, however, was the timid looking gnoll who had just poked his head out of the grass in front of her. Fyn licked her lips, feeling the swell of heat rise up in her gut again. This time, she felt like she knew how to take care of it...