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Transforming Fate

Part two of three

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A continuation to The Corrupting Commission and The Tale Continues

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cheeseguy3412

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It seemed like Ciri was going to moderate lengths to not anger the Fae, which Rose understood. If she raged and screamed at them for how they were treating and toying with her friends, that would probably end terribly for all of them.

Laurel, the older of the two Fae, perched on a rock and leaned back on his hands.

“Hm… Well," he said, turning his head away as if to highlight the wicked glint in his eye. “She was being obnoxious, started groaning and wobbling all over the place."

Ciri grimaced.

“Ah… That's strange when…she can't really move?"

“I thought she was bored," Taro chuckled, though both Fae, to Ciri's interpretation, seemed to have mellowed out a little with the growth and changes to their forest home. “So, just a little something, to keep things fresh and interesting for her. As agreed with Sara, we've not worsened any of her transformations, just made them different, occasionally."

Tim covered his muzzle and trembled. The others took it for a shudder.

“And…they're okay like this?" He breathed, as if he had to ask, though Laurel was quick to catch just how his eyes were shining with a soft sense of wonder. “She's…okay, in there?"

He didn't know how else to put it. Sara's condition was simple and difficult to elaborate on. Of course, she was nothing more than a blob of genitals, breasts squashed up against giant, wiggling, twitching horse cocks and their balls. The squishy mess of body didn't seem to have a head or feet or any human features at all, though it was clear, at least, that it was human flesh. Only that, however, even though he shook his head in wonder, one of his horse cocks, one that he couldn't wedge under the wraparound top as Rose had tried to get him to do, jetted off a stream of cum.

Tim suppressed a moan, though it trembled there, where it was need, in the back of his throat. Oh, that felt so good and there was something about the intrigued eyes of the Fae locking onto him too that made him feel good, the sense of being watched doing more for him than he could have otherwise anticipated. The transformations sure were bringing new and wonderful things to light for him, things that Tim had not even come across before.

Sara and Lara, however, had no such qualms or control over their orgasms, which showed why they had been taken a little further away from the home of the Fae, for their cum streamed across the ground, the eye dragged violently back and forth by the cocks spurting cum. The range was impressive, but the trio kept their distance from the transformed duo while Ciri seemed a little more adept at dodging spurts.

“Guys…" She said, a wheedling edge entering her tone. “I know Sara didn't mean for this to happen, so much has happened… You're finding more to transform every day now and you have so many…humans to toy with."

Taro grinned, though Rose, Tim and Max didn't know his name. He was one of the two Fae that had found Sara, Lara and Ciri originally, having laid claim to them. Max, however, cocked his head and lifted a paw.

Can they make me able to speak to others too? He asked, his tail flicking as he growled faintly, drawing attention. I don't want to only be able to talk to you two anymore… No offence.

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Tim swallowed a chuckle, though that came more easily to him than hiding his arousal.

“None taken… Um, hi," he said, waving awkwardly at the Fae. “I'm Tim… Maybe I should have a new name now that I'm female, a feline… Haha…"

It was awkward for Tim, as they hadn't decided still if they wanted any fixed pronouns, leaning more towards the female persuasion. Yet that felt like a big decision and a very fixed one too, considering the plethora of changes that could be splashed out before them,

Taro cocked his head at him, fluttering up for a closer look.

“Hm… You could be like Ciri, though I see someone has already laid a claim to you… That's interesting… And did you ask for your transformations too?"

Tim blushed.

“Uh… Yeah, yes," they admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “It was… Yeah, it wasn't planned. I don't think any of this was planned for anyone."

“Anyway," he went on, changing tact to go back to what Max had been trying to say. “Max… Can you guys make him able to talk to everyone else by telepathy too? He's feeling a bit stuck just talking to us."

Laurel barked a laugh, a shrewd, calculating look giving an almost pinched look to his face.

“You cannot be serious… Don't you know how this works now, human? You can't just take from us like that. Max will have to do something else. And it's his Fae, the ones that claimed him, that will have to come there."

Ciri nodded.

“Chaldera… Lark… Well, I'm sure something can be worked out."

The mountain lion seemed a little more confident as she rubbed the palms of her paws together, claws lightly clicking. Maybe negotiations, when it came to transformation, were more her forte?

“So… If you'd like to call Taro and Chaldera over here, maybe we can work something out?" Ciri said, trying to smile though, with her, it still came out as more of a grimace as she tried to make her lips move correctly over her teeth. “Max can ask for a transformation and we can sort something out… I'm sure there's something that will work."

Max growled and baulked, shaking his head and stepping back.

Uh, I'm not sure that I like that idea, he said, swishing his tail. I like being a tiger…

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It was Tim's chance, though everything was happening very quickly, the racing of his heartbeat in his ears pounding and pounding, a driving beat that, even then, seemed to speed everything up beyond what he had even thought possible. One of the Fae – Lark, he thought – had gone off to fetch the Fae who had transformed all three of them originally, even though Max was pacing and shaking his head, upset lining every muscle of the tiger's body.

What were they supposed to do? The Fae operated by their own magical rules, not even laws! If they wanted to transform someone they would simply do so – and Max didn't want anything more! Even Tim could see just how happy the tiger was, how he was getting increasingly used to walking on all fours. Why, even though it had been difficult for him, Max had even caught a rat the other day, though he had made sure, first, that it wasn't displaying any behaviour of a transformed person. The hunting instinct came naturally to him in his new form and it was quite clear that it was something that the tiger wanted to explore more.

Someone was talking, Rose crossing her arms over her ample chest, the ejaculate from a horse cock orgasm soaking through her top, though no one was paying attention for him. And, in a way, that was to Tim's benefit, for it was finally their chance – their chance to do a little good while taking something, treacherously so, for themselves.

It was a lot, so very much so, too much, blaring and racing, sweating from the soft pads of his paws, which were on the palms of his hands. They were light there, though it seemed like his anthro tigress body sweat not only through the pads, which was interesting, damp under the arms and around his groin. However, it was around the cocks and balls that spiked from his body that he felt the dampest, though everything came to a head too quickly.

So, he just spoke.

“I'll do it."

“What?"

Taro stared at the tiger anthro with renewed interest. Even though he could not affect Tim directly, not without incurring the wrath of another Fae, he could still ask about the transformations and the entertainment of it. And someone that seemed to be taking a step towards asking for transformations, well…that was always a very interesting thing.

Rose's jaw fell slack, revealing her slimmer tongue, which flickered out to taste the air as she stared at him.

“Tim?"

The tigress swallowed hard.

“I… I will ask for a transformation, if you let Max speak with everyone by telepathy," they said, though it seemed to take them a long time to get the words out. “It's okay, Max, it's worth it… I know I asked for some already, a bit more won't be a problem."

Max blinked slowly.

Tim… Are you sure? Are you really okay with this?

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Tim took a shaky breath, chest juddering as it lifted. All they could do was nod.

“Yes… Yeah, I'm okay with it. I'll…think of something."

“That should be acceptable, but it's the Fae who have claimed you that you will speak to," Taro said, perching as if to watch, though his gaze had drifted back to Sara and Lara. “Hm… Very interesting. That almost gives me some ideas for Sara and Lara over here!"

It was at that moment that Chaldera and Lark returned, making four Fae in total. They all seemed to know one another, but Chaldera seemed particularly gleeful, zipping around Max as the tiger plonked himself down on his backside, curling his tail around his paws nervously.

Er, guys, I don't want…

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“Ohhhhh, I'm so glad you came into the forest – deeper, that is!" Chaldera all but crowed, much lighter of spirits than she had been when they had last seen her. “Now… What can I transform for you? A trade for the ability to talk to anyone… How about a cock for a tail? I did that to someone last week! They hated it!"

She said that with such relish that Max flinched and flattened his ears as much as he could, though had enough presence of mind not to snarl at them.

Uh, no… No, it's okay…

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“It's me," Tim interjected, all while Rose was struggling to slither forward, to stop it, her hand outstretched towards him. “No… Not Max. I'll take a transformation, so that Max can talk to everyone by telepathy again. Is that okay? I…" He grunted as he caught his lip with his teeth, still struggling to talk properly with a feline muzzle with his tongue always feeling like it was in the way. “Unff… I will…have more cocks on my breasts."

Chaldera paused, glancing at Lark.

“Well, that is fine by me," she said. “But why would you take another transformation for someone else? You already took more for the others, that girl… Rose, was it?"

Rose nodded and lifted her chin defiantly, without actually openly saying anything against the Fae. She had learned that lesson already.

“Yes, I know that," Tim said, licking their lips nervously, not sure how to start things. “I want to have…cocks all over my breasts. I'll take as many as you want to give me, whether they're even, uneven, different sizes… Anything you like, just on the breasts. Not just the dick nipples… Mmph."

It was hard for him to talk so explicitly about things like that, knowing that Max and Rose were looking at him, though he was sure there was a bit more gratitude in Max's stare rather than Rose's. He knew that she just wasn't into that stuff and maybe he could help her out too – though Tim was still hastily putting the bits of that plan together. For the Fae were creatures of impulse too, just like the human beings that they scorned so much, and Chaldera was already gearing up for him, flying a foot higher than Tim in the air as they lined up. Lark rolled his eyes and settled aside, watching, though with great interest gleaming in his eyes.

For Tim had an idea, a small idea…but they weren't sure, not even then, just how they could implement it. Of course, they had been honest before when he had said that he hadn't been with Lara, though he hadn't been entirely honest about not having a bit of a thing for her. It had not been a deep attraction, though Tim had to admit, even if only to himself, that his interest in her had heightened since seeing her body trembling with horse cocks.

That could turn him on even while he knew she would not like it for herself. And that was where a little change (or two, or three) could come into play.

“Done!"

Chaldera grinned and rubbed her hands together, ready to set the transformation trigger off. She must have been considering just how she was going to transform him, but Tim had no choice in it, not after setting the quick stipulations for his transformations. He was still wearing the weird cover-up thing on his chest, hiding his dignity and modesty, though that would not be in place for long. The dick nipples leaked pre-cum, as if they were already betraying his arousal, but there was going to be so much more to come – literally, in that case.

Chaldera pointed both hands at him, her fingers all outstretched, and the crack of magic lanced towards him, from her fingertips, in a zig-zag pattern. For a moment, it snapped through the air in bright red, leaving a sparkling trail – and then it was gone, sunk into him as Tim jolted, his breath ragged and harsh.

“Unff…"

He shook his head, stumbling back a little, heat clawing at his neck. But why was he embarrassed about stumbling, of all things? No, there was no reason to be embarrassed about that, not in the slightest, not with what he was asking for, what he had been bold enough to step forward and take for his own.

For Tim was not all that sure, after everything that had happened, that going back to a regular old life and his studies was even something that they were willing to consider. That life seemed so far away.

“Tim!" Rose slithered in, though she was slow and clumsy, her breasts tipping her to the side while she swore and fought to balance. “Agh! Tim… Tim, are you okay?"

She fluttered her hands, settling on putting them on his shoulders, though the feline's breasts nearly touch her own. Rose had to hold her body arched back and away from the anthro tiger just to make sure that she wasn't rubbing up all over him. Yet her concerns, in one way, were assuaged by the low, deep moan that Tim gave, shuddering as he, too obviously, squeezed his legs together.

“Agh… Yes… Ohhhh…"

Rose gulped hard, but didn't let go of him. She couldn't bring herself to, not even then, not even as she knew, at least in part, what was going to happen to him. Why would he do that? Even for Max? As bad as it was of her, she hadn't even thought of doing something so that Max would be able to talk to everyone again – the thought simply hadn't even crossed her mind. She didn't want anymore transformations! Who would?

Well, Tim, clearly…

And the anthro feline rolled his shoulders forward, sucking in a breath, shuddering and trembling. His tail, which Tim had not used all that much so far, flicked back and forth, though hung down low, as if Tim's body was already tired of all that it was being asked to do. Going through transformations, most certainly, was difficult on the body.

Yet it was all for him to experience, the rippling, bubbling flesh a little less obvious to him than it had been when it had been human skin transforming, that first time. Tim had fur coating his tits, except where his dick nipples stood out, swelling hard and proud, straining obnoxiously against the front of his weird top, drape…thing? Clothes of some kind, yes, clothes but he didn't want clothes anymore, no. It just didn't seem right.

Still, Tim did not make any move at all, not to get his clothes off, not to make anything more comfortable for themselves. It was never meant to be comfortable, not in the slightest, not as he grunted and huffed and puffed, letting his shoulders shift slightly to one side and then the other, dropping to his knees. His attention zeroed in on his chest, as if the transformation was sucking so much energy from his body that he couldn't think about anything else. If the past transformations were any consolation to him, he at least knew that he would be left alone to enjoy it.

Slowly and surely, his inhibitions were being stripped away. Even as the front of his top grew lumpy and bumpy with swelling horse cocks, the flesh bulging out, straining and aching. He grunted and growled, tail swishing, trying to lean back a little so that he could balance out the new added weight. It would mean, of course, that he wouldn't be able to get any clothes on anymore, though Tim was not sure at all whether that was going to matter to him anymore. Well, yeah, he could have trousers still, but he didn't think that was going to be all that much of a concern…

With lust coursing through him, his excited horse cock nipples drooling pre-cum and straining out against the fabric, there was nothing for him to do. They shoved the top up more, exposing his belly, but he didn't push it back into place, no. He wanted to see what they could do, all as flesh bulged from his tits – all in a distinct pattern. It was as if something was spilling from his body, caught only in the tenacious pull of skin, the wrinkled horse cocks pushing out in a log-like shape. There was no definition to them, not yet, more wrinkled at the base than they were towards the growing heads, on his uppermost pair of tits ringing the nipples serenely. It must have been a more complicated transformation for the Fae, for Chaldera peered at him closely, satisfied with her work, though his attention was not for her.

For on the middle pair of tits, as fat and wobbling as the top ones, he grew cocks all over. Randomly, erratically, bobbing and tipping, the heads growing into definition first and throbbing into delicious flares. They bulged out quickly against the fabric barrier and, truthfully, Tim had not expected it to hold up as long as it had. They strained and strained, so many cocks growing even as his lowest pair of tits tingled and ached with a deep soreness, the fabric drawn so taut that the head of every cock was defined sharply against the barrier.

“Unff… It's…" He groaned. “Too…tight…"

Rose squeezed his shoulder comfortingly, forced to step to the side so that horse cocks wouldn't jab her in the chest as his front rose forward, but she was still there for him. It was good for her to stay so close to something that she, obviously, found incredibly distasteful, and he was glad of that, how she supported him, how Rose was still his friend through everything.

He hoped she'd understand too. Most likely, she'd berate him.

Finally, his shirt gave up, a horse cock punching through with a swelling flare from his uppermost pair of breasts, where they were ringing his dick nipples. He moaned aloud as his dick nipples ejaculated too, the balls throbbing, ecstasy swamping him, bliss unlike any orgasm he had ever experienced – even after being transformed – flowing through, though it did not ebb. No, it only grew more and more as the horse cocks took advantage of the hole in the fabric, bristling and rubbing up against one another as they shoved their way through, the cloth tearing across his shoulders as it was yanked down.

With so many opposing forces, ripping the material in conflicting directions, at work, there was no way for his top to remain in place. Rose fruitlessly tugged at it, though squeaked when she accidentally brushed one of the horse cocks, revulsion crossing her face.

“Ugh, sorry, Tim… Just trying to help you…"

He didn't care and tried to offer her a shaky smile, even if he could not be sure that she caught it. More cocks wormed their way through the fabric as it split down the centre of his back, allowing them more room in the front, though his attention was rudely dragged down to his lowest breasts. The cocks there grew more slowly but came with a throbbing pulse of blood as they ejaculated straight away, pouring cum from them that seemed to have no source. They were thick and fat and heavily weighted to the right side, leaving the left breast with not as much to balance it out, which was uncomfortable.

Tim whimpered. The discomfort made it even more real to him, though his heart surged. He squeezed his thighs together, though did not need an orgasm from their female half. He still didn't know what he was and yet that ceased to matter anymore. Any pronouns, any gender, any sex… He would be as he wanted, giving in to transformation after transformation and fantasy after fantasy, all like never before. That was how it was meant to be, all of it, every bit.

It would be his undoing, in the end. Only time would tell whether Tim was apt to care, or not.

The uncomfortably weighted cocks on the lower breasts made his right hip ache as he tried to balance himself, though it was no real issue, not to him. It was okay, either way, that he was down on his knees, for he would not have all that far to slump to the ground if he needed to collapse. Rose sighed and grabbed at the cloth, bumping into horse cocks as she did so, though wrangled his clothes off him – just on the top half.

“Ohhhhh…"

“Tim, that's getting kind of uncomfortable, you know…"

Rose flinched but he didn't even have it in himself to care, just mumbling an apology that was half-hearted at best. He was just too caught up in it, lust getting the better of him as his breasts ached and ached and his horse cocks jetted off load after load of cum.

A creature of lust, yes… A lusty tigress… Someone that didn't have worldly cares or troubles, nothing to hold her back. Was that such a bad thing? He wanted to be transformed, yes, so very badly so, rubbing his hands over his tits and jostling the cocks with a low, deep groan, even as Rose backed off from him. She must have realised that he would be okay, even if everything going on was confusing, hastening, something that batted up against the worry of how he was being perceived.

And yet Tim could not care, not when he was turned on as he was, his three pairs of massive tits wobbling and jostling him back and forth. The balls had to come too, though the Fae seemed to have taken great care with how they were placed, which was why they came with more thought attached to them that time. For each cock was blessed with a pair of balls…but they were not all neatly underneath each cock, allowing gravity to tug them neatly into place.

No… They were above some cocks, to the sides of others, forcing gravity to tug them down, wherever they were. The sloshy, wet feeling of them filling with cum pulled at his attention and the tigress whimpered, not knowing where to look, what to do, kneading and rubbing at her chest as the balls bloomed.

“Mmph… Yes… Oh… Yes…"

It was all Tim felt able to do, his breath hitching in his chest, every breath feeling hard-won as even the mere act of breathing came with greater and greater difficulty when he had so much extra weight on his chest. The jostling, tugging cocks were one thing but the balls seemed bigger and fatter, feeding the cocks that jetted off with cum like a fountain, great ropes of seed shooting away from him, arcing beautifully through the air. Dimly, Tim was aware of one of the Fae laughing and yet couldn't lock onto the sound.

Already, he was too far gone, the shifting weight of the nuts trying to find the best place to hang with gravity settling over them and his complete transformation tugging and pulling at his skin.

I can't believe you did that.

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“Huh?" Tim rasped, licking their lips. “Max? Max…"

No, not Max, the new voice came again, gently brushing his mind. It's…Lara… They let me talk sometimes, but I don't really get a say in when. Tim… I thought I heard you, kind of… Wow, I don't even think I can really hear anymore, but I knew you were there.

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He felt rather than saw her shudder, as if a mental ripple was pulling through him.

Lara? He thought. Lara?

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Yeah, it's me… And to think I said no to you before because of the furry stuff, heh… Look at me now…

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Tim gulped, a sudden wave of emotion that he had not been expecting surging. That… That tone… It felt even more powerful as it poked at the back of his mind. It looked like the rest of the transformed people there, including Max as a tiger, had heard her too, looking at him with sympathy. Well, he hadn't wanted to say about his crush on Lara to everyone when it felt like there were way more important things going on with the Fae and everything… And it was his business.

He sighed. Well, it was out and there was no changing that, so he might as well get on with it.

“Yeah… Hey, Lara," he said softly, not feeling much of a need to raise his voice, even though he was better able to recognise the brush of her mind and Max's, feeling different, against his. “How are you doing? You're not, ah, hungry or anything, are you?"

It was the only thing that he, quite honestly, could think of to say, though he shouldn't have been dwelling on stuff like that, no, not really. It wasn't something that was supposed to be a problem if one was transformed and he was sure too that the Fae were doing all that was within their power to look after her too…

Tim shook his head, trying to clench his jaw, though that motion did not come as easily anymore, no longer feeling like a symptom of stress and tension. Even his thoughts were rambling. Thankfully, no one had to hear them as he drew back enough, allowing their words to come through without throwing his at them, like he would send his voice forward in speaking. He'd got used to that a little more while chatting with Max over the last few days, after he had been transformed.

I'm fine…like that. This is hard though. Sara… Sara is here but she's…distracted.

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Tim could see that. It was easy for them to dismiss horse cocks plumping up with thick, defined flares, flat and throbbing, at the point of climax, though they were far enough back from Lara and Sara that they did not have to be in the line of fire, which helped a little. Whereas Lara vaguely kept a sense of humanity about her, her hair even still in place and lightly draping down the back of her head, Sara was…not human. There was nothing human there, just a mass of trembling breasts and cocks, the balls fat and squashed into any available gap there was.

A sense of lust pushed through them and Rose tried to come in a little closer, drawn to the other woman. With them, however, they had suffered far worse fates than Rose, for Rose could never have imagined being transformed like that, of losing every shred of mobility and humanity that she could ever have had. Looking at Lara and her cock legs, how they waggled and drooled, only prey to orgasm and only that, it was not a reality that she could ever have imagined dropping into.

“It's good to see you again," she whispered, a light hiss pulling through her tone. “I wish it was under better circumstances."

Sara trembled in orgasm yet again, but that one shot off behind her, so no one was at risk of getting splattered. It was strange, however, to be so close to someone that had had themselves, willingly, transformed into a fetish object and, in part, be lost to it.

Thanks, I appreciate it… Lara said, her mental voice coming with a bit of a shiver to it, like someone trying to stop themselves from crying. This… It's hard… It's not a life I like… I'm… I don't know, I don't know what to do. I'm glad you're here, I'm glad to talk to people. That's all I've got.

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“Oh, you're being dramatic," Taro said with a roll of his eyes. “You only have three years of this and we'll transform you back, that's because of your friend. So, is it all that bad? No, no, of course, not. You'll manage."

The Fae didn't seem to have much sympathy for Lara, but, after all that they had transformed before, that was not unexpected either. On the contrary, it was entirely in character for them, being little creatures of chaos and deviancy, though they would not have seen it like that, not from their perspective.

But he couldn't just look at Lara like that and the way she seemed slumped, her body so broken and transformed that she couldn't even sit up properly. The cocks bristling and waggling over his tits swelled with seed again, shooting a load that he was not supposed to control, though he couldn't just stay as he was.

“Lara… I'm sorry…"

What for? She said, somehow seeming surprised even as twin streams of cum jetted from the cocks and balls that were in place of her eyes, disconcertingly pointed towards Tim. It's okay… Well, it's not okay, but it's not like any of this was your fault.

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Was my fault…

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That was Sara. Everyone could tell without asking, the soft undertone of lust and happiness swelling through the touch of Sara's mind on theirs. Max shifted uncomfortably. He was one who had not had to endure anything sexual so far and he was quite content with sitting on the sidelines for all that, even if there was a big part of him that wanted to be involved too, to do something, anything, to help. Or maybe that was Tim rubbing off on him, because Tim had offered to take a transformation, like that one, just so Max could talk again.

Tim turned to the Fae that had transformed him originally and took a deep breath.

“Okay…"

They steadied themselves.

“If…" Tim struggled with the words, feeling as if they were stuck in his throat, as if something, perhaps even a horse cock, was straining and forcing its way down, gagging him in transformation. “If I take some transformations on… I mean… Ugh, this is coming out all wrong! What I mean to say is, I can do all of this. Make me like Lara – on one condition. You transform her back to how she was, take these transformations away from her. Give her transformations…to me."

The Fae blinked at him and Lark flitted in closer, hovering with a light bob to his sway in the air.

“You?" He surveyed Tim shrewdly. “And why would you do that for her? Were you two in a relationship before?"

Heat rushed to Tim's cheeks and they took a half-step backwards, holding up their hand-paws; he still didn't quite know what to call them, tipped with claws and with a pad in the middle and across the fingers.

“No, no, nothing like that," they added hastily. “She… Ah… No… Didn't you hear what she said? It's not… No, not for us. I just… I can help, like that. Maybe?"

Rose stared at him strangely, as if he had grown a second head. Considering the abilities of the Fae, Tim had to strongly resist the urge to check by lifting a hand to his head and patting around the back of his neck. It didn't really matter if anyone snickered at him at all, for it would still be in good humour.

“Hm… This is intriguing!"

Lark grinned and clapped his hands, though did not move, hovering in mid-air.

“So, you would do this for her, take her transformations then," he said, laying down an offer. “All…why? Why would you do it? She clearly doesn't want to be with you, yes, we heard her say that she rejected you."

Tim sucked in a breath and rolled his eyes.

“Okay, okay," he huffed. “Everyone can stop saying that now, we get it. But I'll take the transformations, everything, more than that even… Just so Lara can be normal again. At least I'll enjoy them!"

It may have made him feel like even more of a furry freak than ever to say that but the cards were well and truly on the table by that point and he couldn't even say that the deck was stacked against him. He had orchestrated it with his heart pounding, the Fae conferring briefly with one another, flitting away to a distance.

Tim… Tim, please, you don't have to do this.

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“They said it's only for three years, right?" He said, trying to sound brazen and bold, more confident than he actually felt with his heart beating a fervent drum on the inside of his ribcage. “That's fine… I can manage that. And who knows what the world will look like then?"

It could even have been the better option in the long-run, though that was a very generous thought for Tim to have indeed. He didn't know whether the Fae would actually let him go at the end, although he liked the thought of it having an end point too. It would let him sink into the transformations and absorb life as a different form, with limited senses. It was more appealing than he wanted to say, though everyone probably already knew just how turned on he was by it. There was no sense in holding back anymore and there was nothing stopping Rose and Max from leaving.

“I will take all of her transformations," he said, shivering lightly as his cocks jiggled as if they were excited too. “All of them. Give hers to me and…I'll take on that life for three years. I agree to this."

Lark didn't even give him the chance to change his mind. That was probably for the best. One moment of bravado, after all, could not make a whole life, no matter how Tim would have liked that to be. With a flip, over backwards, he sent a lancing, straight beam of white light at time, starting his second transformation.

“Agreed! Now, let's see how much we can play with you, kitty…"

Tim shivered. Shit, it was all really happening, wasn't it? His heart pounded and yet his body ached and tingled all over, his body trying to make sense of new sensations. Even those cocks were so sensitive when they rubbed up against one another, as if they were overstimulated, though he had not had them for that long.

Yet the tingling prickle of sensation concentrated in on his hands. Ah, so that was where they had started… He blushed and shrugged at Rose, who had her head in her hands, though there was nothing she could ever have said to stop him from enjoying it as much as he was. Not as the skin on his hands darkened in patches and his fingers suddenly felt wobbly and weak, like the muscles that controlled them just weren't quite in the right place anymore.

“Oh… Oh, it's starting…"

His hands, yes, definitely. The paw pads slipped down and melted away, leaving him with a sense of loss, like there was something there that was no longer, trying to wiggle his fingers and curl them, even as the claws softened and drew into the shape of the finger, like a small stick with a rounded tip. The fur disintegrated, leaving smooth grey skin behind.

And then he couldn't bend his fingers anymore, slowly losing more and more of the dexterity in them, as much as he tried to flex them. His heart skipped a beat and he moaned long and low, even though he knew he was being watched.

“Ohhhhh…"

He couldn't help it. Not as fat balls bloated and swelled at the base of every finger that was turning into a cock. The feeling of fatness there was impossible to miss as everything felt stiff – yet weak at the same time. The loss of muscle was a peculiar thing indeed and not something that he had had the misfortune to experience so far. It was strange, very strange, and Tim held up a hand before his face, mesmerised as his thumb lengthened, giving every digit on his hand roughly the same length, the tips becoming flatter, more mushroom-shaped. They did not need to remain rounded, after all, not as they slowly got the details painted in.

The medial rings of his horse cock fingers drew up, a light ripple of flesh encircling them, the flat heads feeling like someone was pressing down into a suddenly very squashy fingertip. It was a disconcerting sensation and, somehow, made his stomach lurch.

“Oof…"

Transformations weren't supposed to be like that, surely? But he didn't know, could not know, not as he licked his lips, trying to settle himself in the moment. If he was going to have lots more transformations, just like that, he was going to feel every last one of them. The balls felt thick, the bulging push of them swelling from the base of each cock finger like a growth, something that was not meant to be there. Something in him instinctively wanted to rub them off, but that only stimulated them as they grew, so sensitive that even the slightest brush of skin on them made him want to cum.

“Oh…"

That was new. Not like the cocks that had been dotted over his body before, no. That was…invigorating! The cock fingers drew into soft definition, still finger-sized, the flares defined and growing, bulging out to the sides, rubbing into one another, every cock there a pale grey colour. There were no mottled horse cocks to rise from his hands, not that time, though he didn't mind that, not all that much, for Tim knew that there were more to come.

Oh, there is so much more… Oh!

And, as his hands transformed, he got to see the transformations falling away from Lara too. That must have been why the Fae had needed to discuss and agree it between themselves first, as it was not Chaldera or Lark who had transformed Lara: it had been Laurel and Taro. Two different Fae and two different claims. She shuddered and trembled, shifting a little, though she would soon have control back over her body. Perhaps she would end up as one of very few humans in the realm of the Fae who was not transformed, at the end of it. But he could not say.

Still, he liked seeing her come back to herself, even if it had to have been embarrassing for her. He got to sink into a kind of voyeuristic thrill as her body changed, the breasts softening and shaping themselves into something like arms again, although they were fat and bulbous. Every part of her body changed at once, which must have been a relief for her, and he was glad that she would be, again, in a human form, something that felt more natural to her. He wasn't sure if Lara would get away entirely without a transformation or more from the Fae but he hoped it would be enough for her to have a humanoid body back. It was all he could hope for.

The Fae must have really been interested in me asking for her transformations instead…

_ _

It was a dim thought, but it still brought a smile to his face as he waggled his cock fingers, admiring how they swelled, though it had not been a start that he had expected. Tim didn't know what he had anticipated: what, the Fae just to snap their fingers and transfigure him into the shape of Lara? It was intoxicating, the swell of them growing larger and larger, now that they had the correct shape, every pump of blood into them coming with a tantalising flow of magic. They were so sensitive, growing fat and thick, the balls bloating at the base, making his wrists hurt. But that didn't matter… As long as he was doing the right thing.

He was, still, telling himself that he was doing it all for Lara, even though Tim was, indeed, feeding his own fetishes, his fantasies. In all honesty, he just hadn't been able to stop himself from asking as soon as he had seen both Sara and Lara. He would have taken all the transformations from both of them if they had given him the chance, though that most likely wouldn't have been fair to Sara. They should have talked more than they had, but if he got to speak with his mind to her too, that might still be possible.

Two like-minded souls, locked in a never-ending orgasm, together, settled and bloated with cum and more… It was not a bad thought at all.

Lara didn't know how to take everything, not really. It was hard, especially then, for her to come to terms with the fact that Tim was willing to go to such extreme lengths for her. She had turned him down, but it was true – she just hadn't been into him and they had never been that close either. She didn't like him any more for him giving up so much for her, though she most certainly was exceptionally grateful.

But how was she to express that to Tim? She didn't know, not as she tried to grunt, her mouth sealed over as a cock, feeling the weight of testicles within her mouth-throat, though she had never quite found out where those lay. They were there, that was all, as she was able to ejaculate from her cock mouth, but the sense of everything shrinking, the streams of cum that had been jetting off pulling back from and more, falling into trickles of seed… It was so good. It was so good that it made her want to shrug her shoulders even as her cock legs exploded with sensation.

“What do you want transformed next?"

Tim gulped, apparently not having thought that through. He tried to rub his hands together, forgetting, for a moment, that he had cock fingers, ejaculating all over himself, dribbling rivulets of cum trickling between his fingers, running down between the nuts and coating them in a slick sheen of semen. There was no better place for it, frankly.

“Uh… Legs? Breast legs…"

“Done! Stand up – come on! Up, up, up!"

Chaldera hastened him back to his feet while Lara's senses grew, aware of what was going on around her a little more.

Tim… Thank you…

_ _

There was no way for her to deny the pleasure that orgasming so much had brought her, though she had never wanted that to be the rest of her life, oh no. Never. She would never, not even in fantasies – she had other fantasies – have wanted to be transformed, though she was not such a fool as to think that she was getting out of things entirely unscathed. She would have to find some way, any way, to make it all up to Tim, though she didn't know how she could thank him for such a wonderful gift.

Slowly…something blurry returned to her sense of the world and she tried to blink, even as the cocks sank back into her eyes, forming eyeballs once more, the teary feel of eyelashes prickling into existence coming back to her. She was aware of lying on the ground while Tim started moaning again, wobbling on his legs, though she had not expected to see a blurry, orange shape there. Her transformations softened, sucking back with an uncomfortable, squeezing sensation, losing the balls, her breasts returning to normal, bit by bit.

Max growled and lifted a paw.

I hate to interrupt, he said softly, for he almost felt that it was not his place to interject. But… My voice? My telepathy? May I have that in trade now?

_ _

Lark rolled his eyes.

“Oh, so hasty! Did you really need a demonstration of our power so soon?"

Chaldera chuckled, smirking wickedly.

“I think he would look funny with a cock tail… But no matter!"

She snapped her fingers as Max froze, his tail suddenly ramrod-straight. For a moment, the tiger feared that they had, in fact, decided to transform him regardless and were in the process of transforming his tail, though he had nothing to fear. Not really.

Kind of.

Hey, can you guys hear me? Hello, hello? Testing, testing… Hey, wait a minute…

_ _

He shifted, even though Sara reached back out to him, letting Max know she had indeed heard him. Something else had caught his attention – his back legs! They were so soft, wobbly, his claws no longer feeling like they were sinking into the ground as much as before. He still had his legs but…he couldn't stand properly! Not as his feet, suddenly, sucked in, becoming soft and pliable as he yowled and staggered, fighting the sensation with all his might.

No! I didn't want this – please! Please, don't!

_ _

“Oh, knock off your yowling and complaining," Chaldera said with a roll of her eyes. “So dramatic… I'll change your little cock-feetsies back afterwards!"

For that was what she'd done: transformed his feet into cocks, losing the pads of the paws as he staggered, standing on the swelling balls that took the place of the heels. He yowled and toppled over, not wanting to walk on them, horrified as they jetted off streams of cum. They were about six inches long and still growing as he jerked his limbs and stretched them out, not wanting to pull them up close to his body in case the cum got in his fur.

Fae!

_ _

He scoffed, heart pounding, though tried to comfort himself with the notion that it wasn't going to be permanent…was it?

It's okay, Max, I promise, Sara said, sending her mental voice to him. They'll… Mmmph… They always keep to their word. You'll be okay again, a tiger.

_ _

Thanks, Sara.

_ _

It was something to hear that from the source, even though his heart was pounding and he tried to ignore how his feet felt, the cocks sticking out at a right angle (kind of) like they were flat human feet that he would walk on. But in a tiger's body. Oh, that in itself was vile…

Tim was sort of aware of things going on around him but he was not all that invested in it, truth be told. It was hard to do that as he wobbled, flinging both arms out wide for balance. Yet his legs were softer and softer, the flesh rippling and pulling. He couldn't get his jeans off (Rose had made him wear those) when his hands were full of cock fingers, the palms practically all crammed with balls, the feeling of swelling, ballooning flesh coming up uncomfortably against the tight denim. His buttocks also felt thicker and fuller and, dimly, he knew they must have been swelling with tit flesh too, becoming a part of the breasts.

Would it be two breasts per leg and butt cheek? Or just two giant tits, in total, that he would sit on?

He moaned, luxuriating in the sense of not knowing, shaking closer to the ground. Yet with his legs failing him and transforming into tits, there was no way for him to stay upright. They were so soft and it was not like them transforming into cock legs – or even a single cock leg, like what Rose had been cursed with.

He trembled. He didn't know what he wanted, blood roaring in his ears, his skin prickling and aching with sensation, pulled and tugged in so many directions. It was not only the transformation that was troubling him, but the weight of the cocks over his breasts. They jiggled and rubbed against one another, the balls shifting and rocking, tipping over the poles of the cocks when they were not positioned comfortably. And his flesh tried to follow them, not only the skin, turning Tim into something that he could not have expected.

Something that they did not yet have a word for.

“Ooohhh…"

He swayed, tipping – and fell. It was not a soft landing, not as his legs shrank and fattened up, thicker around the thighs and fleshing out into tits. His jeans pulled and pulled around them and they wished desperately, yowling, that they had got the chance to take their clothes off first, but that perhaps added to the experience.

“Unnff…"

He propped himself up on the ground, fingers digging into it – well, the cock fingers. They made soft furrows on the ground but they weren't good at all for gripping. Even just balancing on them sent ripples of pleasure through him, twisting deep in the fit of his stomach, though he had to do something as his jeans split across the backside. The ripping noise cut through the clearing, though came with an instant burst of relief as his transforming breasts – not even leg breasts or buttock breasts, just breasts – bloated out, complete with a pink, forming nipple.

It was strange to feel that nipple, the jeans hanging around his hips, the bottom part of the legs flapping while the buttocks were blown out. But that, at the very least, gave the breasts room to grow into, sucking his toes, which had been defined until the last moment, into the “blobby" flesh. They were not shaped fully like breasts, not yet, more like fat, squashy legs that went down to about thigh-length, but they absorbed his weakly wiggling toes, losing his feet entirely, though they had not had the muscle and ligaments in there that would have allowed him to control them.

“I…" He groaned, twisting his tongue around the words the best he could. “I don't have legs… Ohhhhh!"

The breasts were sensitive, shaping themselves up a little more and separating, showing him that he had a pair of breasts for each leg. They were set at an awkward angle, the pair on the left diagonally placed while the pair on the right were horizontal across the base of his body, one in the centre and one on the far right – which was how he would have expected such a thing to come to be.

But things there, with the Fae… They weren't what he had imagined. Panic fluttered in his chest and he feared, even then, the changes going too far. He'd accepted everything that Lara had had done to her…but what did that really mean for him? Of course, there would be a limit, as they'd said…but Lara had not been reduced to a blob of lust, like Sara. Lara had still been recognisable as “once human" even if not fully human, no.

So… Could he go all the way?

His breasts filled out, squashy as he pressed himself up using his arms, though it was excruciatingly hard to balance on them, jiggling back and forth with the slightest shift in his weight. The nipples were too sensitive, pricking lightly into the ground, fattening up, though they remained easily in proportion to the huge breasts that rounded up under his body. Bigger and bigger, they swelled… As if, ultimately, he was sitting on two, very soft, beach balls: not quite as big as exercise balls – but two exercise balls, of course, on either side of his body.

It was too much for him as they rubbed up against one another, his skin flushed with heat as Lara tried to talk to him. Yet Tim had something important to say as he locked eyes with Chaldera, the wickedest of the Fae. Or maybe that was merely a meaning he was applying to her, for they all seemed to be rather fickle in their presentation.

“You can go…further with me," Tim said softly, afraid to raise his voice and terrified of losing his chance to have every orgasm that he could ever have imagined in his most twisted and depraved of moments. “I mean it… Mmph… Oh, these feel… Give me everything. Everything like Lara…and more. Like Sara. However you want. As long as it's…three years. Three years only and then…back to normal, back to Tim, just Tim."

Chaldera smirked.

“Oh, that will be fun… We'll still toy with you, of course, but I think you expected that already, weren't you, kitty? You'll be a nice, striped blob of breasts, horse cocks sticking out everywhere…"

Rose clicked her teeth together, the tip of her tail flicking back and forth. She didn't want to harass the Fae or interject and yet she wasn't sure that Tim even knew what he was getting into. Was it her place to stop him?

“Quiet, you."

Lark snapped his fingers, a fizzle of golden sparks fluttering around his fingers, fading swiftly. Yet his magic had sunk into the naga's body and she couldn't do anything.

“Wait – what?" Panic clawed at her. “What did you do to me? Tim? Tim, are you okay?"

She wanted to check on Tim – but her own situation was stranger still. Her dick nipples oozed cum, spurting and drooling, though she wasn't focused on the flush of heat, the ecstasy that billowed in the swell of orgasm. Max stuttered and growled, hunkering down low to the ground. With his paws transformed into cocks, forced to walk on the heels that were pairs of balls, she had an inkling of what the Fae was doing to her.

Continued in part three of three.