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Xol’s Emporium of Magical Oddities was a strange new store that had opened up on the corner of the high street. Largely ignored by most as just another of those bizarre places that dealt in magical artefacts and cursed items, the store had gathered together a loyal following of enthusiastic customers in the few months it had been open. Though the owner was elusive and rarely seen in store, preferring instead to work on creating new products at their mysterious laboratory, the face of the store was upheld by the manager. Or faces, as was the case with Sami.

The otter had been one of the first to experience the transformative nature of the Emporium’s many magical items. After falling victim to a drunken party game, he had woken up the following morning with one more head than he had been used to. It had been only natural that he had come to work for the very Emporium that had changed him, filling in to relieve the burden of a public life from the owner.

Though the serum that had led to his transformation had been one of the powerful, permanent ones, the otter was only too happy to sell the clientele a wide range of temporary transformations. There was almost no limit to what they could offer, and Xol was creating new, more extreme transformations almost every day. It was, he had to reflect, and incredible job for him, much better than the tedious office work he’d had to endure before that night at Jordan’s party.

Fridays were always one of the busiest nights of the week, with many transformation enthusiast grabbing their supplies for a fun week of changes, but as the clock started to tick closer to closing, Sami found himself alone in the store. He stretched his arms above his heads, feeling his back crack a couple of times.

“What was I forgetting?” he muttered to himself as he stepped out from behind the counter, all four legs perfectly coordinated as he padded down one of the aisles. He’d been trialling one of their new temporary tauric potions, and he was already thinking with sadness that he’d be waking up with just two legs in the morning. It would be a shame to lose his hindlegs and torso, but it wasn’t as though he’d never have the chance to experience it again.

He tapped his fingers against the shelves as he walked past them, biting his lips with furrowed brows. He’d have thought that having two heads would have helped his memory, but he never seemed to be able to recall too much important no matter what.

Rolling his eyes as he picked up a gender-shifting potion left carelessly lying around in the muscle cookies, Sami muttered under his breath about customers always messing up his pristine floor. Returning the potion back to its proper place, he rested his hands against his hips as he gazed over the shelf of alternate genders. Anything anyone could imagine was there – male, female, and everything in between. The otter had been sorely tempted by some of them but, as he raised his hind leg and glanced back to look at his sheath and balls nestled between them, he was too attached with what he had to try anything different.

Rubbing his right chin, Sami almost yelped in shock when the phone suddenly rang, startling him out of his reverie. Having no idea who could be calling so late, he hurried over to answer.

“Emporium of Magical Oddities, this is Sami,” he said as he held the headset to his ear, his spare head looking down at the to-do list he’d written out for himself that morning, trying to work out what he had forgotten.

Hearing Aaron’s voice made him remember straight away. “Hey buddies, just calling to make sure you haven’t forgotten to grab our supplies,” the lion said. Sami could hear the grin on his voice as he rubbed his forehead.

“Again with the plurals, Aaron. How many times do I have to tell you, one person,” he grumbled, but he knew his complaints were falling on deaf ears. The feline was doing it on purpose now, he was sure. No one could be that obtuse and still think he was two people, not after four months. As an afterthought he realised to answer the lion’s question. “And no. I hadn’t forgotten. I have them.”

He lied of course, frantically underlining the note on his to-do list that reminded him of exactly what Aaron was talking about. As soon as he hung up he’d have to dash around the store and get everything prepared.

“Uh-huh, sure thing otter. I know you and your other head. Like trying to fill a colander with a pipette, your memory,” Aaron said with an overly dramatic sigh. “Just get it all together and I’ll meet you outside the store in about an hour.”

“I’m telling you, I have them here,” he said, rattling a container of random pills left on the counter, cursing softly when he realised he was using the head furthest from the phone’s headset.

“Yeah yeah, just have them when you leave. See you in an hour,” Aaron said before hanging up. Sami frowned as he returned the phone to its holster, picking up and looking down at the list of supplies. There was quite a range of things, but Aaron and Jordan had already sent through more than enough money to cover for it all. Grinning widely from both heads, Sami got to work. It was going to be a very fun night.

An hour later, Sami had the store tidied and locked up for the weekend, a heavy back draped over his shoulders. He pulled the collar of his button-up shirt out from beneath one of the straps, straightening his clothing back up again. The top four buttons were all undone, showing off a fair amount of his brown-furred chest, but the fabric was already straining a little with the effort of containing his wide shoulders.

Looking in both directions, he rolled his eyes as he saw no sign of the lion. Aaron was late. Sitting back on his hindquarters, he reached back and pulled an apple from his backpack, taking a few crunching bites as he waited. Thankfully Aaron was only a few minutes late, strolling up and waving to the otter taur.

“Still got the legs I see?” the lion said in a manner of greeting.

“Only for tonight,” Sami said, still crunching through the apple with his other mouth. He rose up to his feet, glancing up at Aaron. To his dismay, the taur form hadn’t given him any extra height, leaving him still the shortest of his friends. As that was the only downside to it, he wasn’t too disappointed.

Aaron grinned and clapped his hands together. “So, you got everything you need for tonight?”

Sami rolled his eyes, shuffling his shoulders to indicate the large pack he had on his back. “Of course I do,” he said, tossing the apple core into a nearby bin. “Now do try to keep up, it’s a twenty minute walk to Jordan’s from here.”

“Sure I can’t ride you? Ugh. Alright, fine, I’ll walk,” Aaron grumbled, his suggestion quelled by a filthy glare from both Sami’s heads.

The two chatted as they walked, largely about some of the customers Sami had served that day, about the wild new transformations that had recently come in. Sami couldn’t help but grin when he saw Aaron’s blush at some of them, though he always took care to keep his smirk on his far head, keeping it turned away so the lion wouldn’t see his amusement. The otter knew he was going to have so much fun with his friends.

A few people gave Sami a curious glance as they walked on by, mostly inquisitive as though he was just a casual oddity, like he was merely wearing an unusual shirt. No one even seemed to care about his exposed balls and sheath, not like he’d be able to fit any clothes over his hindquarters even had they complained.

As much as Aaron asked though, the one thing Sami never answered was precisely what he had in his bag. That much at least would be kept a complete secret, at least until they were all gathered together. He didn’t want to ruin the surprise after all.

Jordan lived in a large house backing onto parklands not far out from the city centre. It was an easy walk, especially for the four legs Sami possessed, and even Aaron couldn’t complain about the pace they maintained. Judging from the light and sound coming out from the impressive mansion, everyone else had already arrived.

Aaron went straight to the front door, opening it and stepping inside, calling out to the weasel as he entered. Sami shrugged his shoulders to adjust the heavy weight on his back before stepping his front legs inside, glancing back as his rear torso squeezed in between the frame. He had to carefully step in with his hindlegs to avoid getting wedged in place.

“Ugh, hope there’s not too many more doors, ah dammit,” he muttered as he padded down the hallway that ran adjacent to the stairs, turning a corner to find himself facing another door, this one looking narrower than the front door. He poked his upper torso through, hands resting on the frame, one head looking back down the corridor, the other scanning the room. He had been right, everyone else was already there, a few drinks already being shared around. Of course, Jordan was at the centre of it all, the weasel grinning and waving to Sami.

“The twins are here at last! Come on in and join us,” Jordan said, taking a sip of his whiskey.

For once Sami ignored the insinuation that there was two of him inside his heads, blushing a little as his forelegs bumped against the door frame. “Is there a, uh, another way in? Can’t get my lower body through here,” he said, pinning his ears back at the roar of laughter that met his words.

Jordan slapped Aaron on the shoulder before setting his whiskey down and approaching Sami. The weasel was dressed as he almost always was, a loose sleeveless shirt that showed off a lot of his lightly toned chest, and a tight fitting pair of jeans that revealed every contour of his ass and crotch. Sami couldn’t help but grin, one head glancing down between the weasel’s legs.

The weasel was just as unsubtle about checking out his friend’s altered body, pushing the otter out the doorway to walk around him. Sami struggled to stay still, especially when he felt Jordan’s slender fingers brushing against his sheath.

“Looking very nice ottaur,” Jordan said with a grin, making Sami groan and put his heads in his hands. The weasel chuckled, slapping his hand on Sami’s rump. “Now back up, we’ll get you in through the garden door.”

Lacking any room to turn around, Sami was forced to backstep until he was back in the foyer, finally able to turn around and follow the weasel out the front garden and around the side. Jordan had eyed the otter’s backpack a few times, but unlike Aaron he hadn’t tried to pry out the secret of what was inside.

Jordan’s back garden was impressive. Though most of it was covered in darkness, Sami could still just about see the outline of the large swimming pool, grinning at the thought of the water, wondering how his taur body would take to swimming.

A large patio took up most of the back of the house, wide glass sliding doors already open to the lounge room and kitchen. A loud cheer came from within the house as he stepped onto the tiled surface of the patio, pausing and resting a hand on the back of one of the outdoor chairs.

He glanced around quickly to see who had turned up. He already knew his housemate was here, the wolf lounging back on the sofa with a glass of wine in his hand. By Michael’s side was Kieran, a powerfully built panther Michael knew from the gym. Draped over the armchair with a vodka in his hand was a russet fox, Alex, who was a close friend of Sami’s from university. Next to him was sat Kris, a cheetah who had also studied with Sami and Alex. The lithe feline’s legs were crossed as he perched on the edge of his seat, daintily holding his bottle of cider.

Sami’s eyes lingered on Kris for a few moments, twitching his nose as he looked around to Aaron, crouched in front of a cool box and pulling out a bottle of beer. There was something about the cheetah that was a little different, but Sami just couldn’t place what it was. He shrugged and stepped up into the lounge, stumbling a little as he caught his hindpaw against the door tracks, bringing out some more laughter from everyone.

“Oh shut it will you,” he mumbled, tearing his eyes away from Kris as he shrugged the backpack off his shoulders, swinging it around and placing it upon the table. That pushed everyone to silence, all eyes suddenly on the bag.

“That’s better,” the otter said, opening up the bag only to pull out a bottle of red wine, zipping the pack up again, sauntering over to the kitchen and flicking his tail at his spellbound friends. Pulling out a wine glass from one of the cupboards, he poured out a generous helping from the bottle before twisting his body around to face the lounge. He took a couple of sips as he grabbed a couple of crisps from a bowl, drinking and eating at the same time, letting the silence linger on.

“So, uh… what have you got?” Michael said eventually, leaning forward and placing a hand on Kieran’s thigh.

Sami smirked, holding the wine glass to his right lips, grinning with both mouths. “Got everything you all requested, all temporary transformations. But, like Jordan had done with me, there’s one permanent transformation in here, and I have no idea what it contains,” he said, grinning widely as he stuck his tongue out towards Jordan. “Could be anything at all. Might even get some lovely hindlegs like the ones you’ve been staring at all night Jordan. One of you will get to enjoy it. Looking forward to see who!”

Jordan blushed and buried his muzzle in his whiskey, muttering something about totally not staring. Everyone else leaned forward that little bit more in their seats, Kris lowering his legs to the floor and clenching his thighs together.

The cheetah leaned forward, gripping his cider bottle tight. “And that permanent one, there’s nothing that can change it again?” he asked quietly, glancing downwards.

Sami shook one head, the other taking another sip of wine. “It’s not a case of nothing can change it back. Simply take something conflicting and it will replace it,” he explained, smiling and looking around at the six before a slight frown took over his second head. “However, I know there are a few cheap knock-offs that can’t be overwritten. We don’t sell any of those out of principal.”

Kris nodded, legs squirming as he took another strong swig of his drink, but the others all grinned in excitement. Michael jumped up to his feet, swaying a little as he moved across the lounge towards the kitchen, the otter keeping a close eye on him as he passed by the table, but the wolf was only going to refill his drink, a fresh glass of white wine from the fridge.

“So,” the wolf said as he carefully made his way back, slumping down in his seat, resting his head on Kieran’s shoulder. “How are we going to go about this?”

Sami glanced down at his pack, opening it ever so slightly to peer inside, keeping his other head looking around the room to make sure no one was about to come and sneak up on him. He rummaged around, finding a small ziplock bag labelled with the wolf’s name. Inside was a single white pill, completely unmarked and unadorned.

Taking the pill out from the bag, the otter held it out for Michael to take. “This should be a fun one to start with,” Sami said as the wolf leaned forward to gently pluck the pill up with two fingers.

“And what does this one do?” Michael asked, holding the little tablet close to his lips.

Sami grinned, raising his glass up to the wolf. “You expect me to tell you?”

“Go on, take it,” Kieran said with a grin, slapping Michael on the back in encouragement.

The wolf nodded, taking a deep breath before popping the pill in his mouth, swallowing it down with a mouthful of white wine. Everyone leaned in, waiting with baited breath as Sami slumped back on his hindquarters, one head grinning at Michael while the other focussed on his bag of transformations.

For a few moments nothing seemed to happen, before the wolf started to squirm in his seat, a blush rising beneath his fur as he lifted both legs up onto the armchair. His free hand gripped the armrest, fingers digging into the upholstery. “I… uh… wow…”

“Well go on then, tell us what happened,” Jordan crowed, almost dancing on his feet as he tried to peer over Michael’s back to see what had changed.

If anything, Michael’s blush got even deeper, clearly visible beneath his dark fur. “I have… um… two,” he said, glancing down towards his crotch, precipitating a loud cheer from everyone but Sami, who merely smirked with both heads. Even timid Kris joined in, downing the last of his cider and leaping from his chair to get a fresh drink.

One head peered around at the cheetah, noting the feline’s tight fitting running shorts, revealing his lithe legs so typical of his species. But again, the otter was sure there was something a little amiss about the way he walked, the contours of his body. He had a feeling Kris had used some transformation serum himself, but he just couldn’t work out what was different about him.

“Can I be next?” Alex asked, raising his hand up as Kieran chuckled at Michael’s attempts to readjust his trousers to fit his extra package. The fox’s tail twitched.

“I think I have something in here for you as well,” Sami said, resting his upper body against the table as his lower lay down, legs splayed out across the floor. He tossed across a small glass vial to the fox, who fumbled and caught it in one hand, almost spilling some of his vodka and orange juice.

He was about to unstopper the vial before Sami held his hand out. “Pour it into your drink, it’ll make it a slow transformation if you don’t finish it all at once,” he said, grinning as the fox followed his instructions. A little hesitantly, Alex held the mixed drink to his lips, taking just a small sip and swallowing before setting the glass down on the table beside his chair.

Almost immediately the fox groaned, holding his hand to his chest. “Oh… I can feel it already. It feels, uh… I don’t know, I don’t know what it’s doing to me,” he gasped, tensing his fingers against his shirt.

“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” Sami said, keeping a close eye on the fox as he gestured to Jordan with one finger, holding a small blue and white striped tablet out to the weasel.

Draining his beer, Jordan eagerly took the pill, grinning as he rubbed a foot against the otter’s exposed sheath as he stood by his side. Sami squeaked and gasped, one head leaning into Jordan’s, his other dropping down a little to rest on his chest.

“Quit teasing him and take it, I want to get to my turn,” Kieran called out, one hand teasing down Michael’s crotch, one finger running down each of the prominent bulges in the wolf’s trousers.

“Aww, but it’s so much fun,” Jordan whined, but pulling his foot away regardless, popping the pill straight into his mouth, swallowing it without the need of any beer. It took just a couple of moments before the empty beer bottle clattered to the floor, smashing and sending shards of glass everywhere. Jordan didn’t even seem to notice as he hugged his torso tightly. “Ah, I feel like I’m stretching…”

As they all watched, Kris hurrying into the kitchen to get something to sweep up the broken bottle, Jordan appeared to start bulking out. The weasel squeaked and, recognising the danger to his clothing, quickly tugging off his shirt and trousers, kicking them aside before he could tear through them. He stood unashamed in just his underwear, grinning as he looked around. He breathed quickly as his legs twitched, feet dancing a little as they separated. Slowly, from the bottom up his body started to split into two.

Jordan shuffled backwards on four feet, almost stumbling as the changes progressed higher up his body, soon having four legs jutting out from his hips. “I’m becoming a taur?” he squeaked, before yelping as his hips and lower torso started to split as well. “N-no, maybe not!”

Sami chuckled, turning his attention back to Alex, who had been staring at the weasel with wide eyes, taking another couple of sips of his vodka almost as though he had completely forgotten about his changes. The fox’s russet fur was changing, gaining a little shine and flattening down against his body, but Alex didn’t appear to have noticed that yet.

“So, which one of you is next?” the otter said, watching Alex as he turned his other head to Kris, Aaron, and Kieran.

The cheetah raised his hand, crouched next to Jordan with a bag of broken glass in his other hand. “I guess I will. Maybe I’ll get a… well, we’ll see,” Kris said as he dropped the bag in the bin, picking his cider up again.

“Ah, Kris. You had some very interesting requests,” Sami grinned, finding a small vial of translucent blue liquid. “I hope you don’t mind that I added a little twist to what you asked for.”

Kris shrugged as he took the vial from the otter taur, quickly taking the lid off the vial and throwing the liquid down the back of his throat, spluttering and wiping his mouth afterwards. “I hope this works,” the cheetah said, leaning against the dining table for support. Nothing seemed to happen, and Kris’ shoulders slumped.

“Just sit down and wait, you’ll see,” Sami said, giving the cheetah a gentle push back into his seat. Kris slumped back, dejectedly holding his cider close to his chest, pulling his legs back up onto the chair.

The otter hauled himself onto all fours. This time it was Kieran’s turn, so he handed the panther a pill of his own, this one lime green. The black-furred feline’s hand was still resting on Michael’s crotch, the clear outline of the wolf’s two cock’s clearly visible, one resting down each trouser leg.

“Do I get anything like his?” Kieran said, sticking his tongue out at the double-headed otter before popping the green pill into his mouth.

Sami pinched the panther’s tongue between two fingers, making Kieran yelp in surprise. “Not exactly, but something even better,” the otter said, leaning forward and kissing either side of the panther’s muzzle, making the feline blush deeply, almost matching Michael’s own crimson colour.

A surprised squawk distracted the otter. Sami pulled one head back, glancing behind him as his hands helped Kieran stroke one of Michael’s cocks. Jordan had fallen back on top of Alex, two complete weasel bodies branching out from his one head, the exact opposite of the changes that had been thrust upon the otter. The weasel’s underwear were reduced to shreds already, a small scrap of it lingering on his front sheath.

But it was the fox who had cried out in shock, Alex having finally noticed the sheen spreading across his body, a softness to his body that allowed the doubled weasel to bounce on his chest slightly.

“Oh gosh,” the fox said, stretching out his arms around the weasel, staring at his hands as his fingers started to meld together, each forming one shiny looking mitt, his fingers little more than painted on decorations. He struggled to push Jordan away, rapidly losing strength in his arms.

Stepping back, Sami moved away from the groping couple of Michael and Kieran. He kept one head looking towards Alex and Jordan, but he moved most of his attention to Kris, who was staring dumfounded towards his crotch, hands twitching as he gently stroked something draped across his thighs.

“Ah fuck, what did you do?” the cheetah yelped, staring up at the otter with wide eyes, gripping the disembodied cock in his hands and shuddering. “It’s… it’s… oh fuck it feels so good.”

The feline shaft was large, a good ten inches in length at least, Sami had to guess at. The cheetah was utterly enraptured by it, staring down and holding it in his hands. It was as though Kris hadn’t handled one for quite some time, such was the tenderness he stroked it with. His ears twitching, Sami glanced down at Kris’ crotch once more. He grinned widely, suddenly realising what it was about the cheetah was different. No bulge at all in his shorts. So Kris had been experimenting with some transformations, a permanent one it seemed at that.

Saying nothing, Sami gently pried Kris’ cock from the cheetah’s hands, ignoring the feline’s protests as he ran his tongue over the tip of the shaft, stroking the balls gently in his hands. He teased it against his lips, grinning as he watched Kris buck and squirm on his chair, both hands rubbing at his crotch.

“I’m going to keep this for a little bit,” Sami said, sliding the thick cock into one mouth, running his tongue over it with the balls pressed against his lips.

“N-no, a-ah,” Kris moaned, reaching up weakly with his arm before dropping it back down to his side, the scent of his arousal already clear.

Sami chuckled and ignored him, turning his body around and flicking his tail over Kris’ crotch. Suckling on the cheetah’s cock with one mouth, he glanced around at the others to check on how their changes were progressing. Jordan was still tightly embracing himself from behind, the weasel’s two bodies locked together on top of Alex. The fox was looking more like a pool toy with every moment, his feet quickly following the way of his hands as they started to inflate a little, quickly forming into useless, rounded paws. Compressed somewhat beneath the weasel, his body bulged outwards, threatening to start tearing through his clothes.

Michael and Kieran were still fondling each other, the panther struggling to speak around the thick cock that now jutted out from his mouth, drooling a little pre down his chin. The wolf had finally unzipped his trousers, letting his twin shafts flop free at last.

Finally he turned to Aaron, the lion clasping his hands in front of his chest. “And last, but certainly not least, something for you as well,” Sami said, taking hold of the lion’s hand and leading him towards the table. If Aaron thought anything of the cock and balls jutting out slightly from Sami’s mouth, he said nothing of it, his eyes instead focussed solely on the bag of transformations.

Sami pondered for a few moments as he searched through the bag, suckling on Kris’ cock and grinning at the cheetah’s moans from across the room. He couldn’t remember exactly what each little bag contained, but he thought he recognised the small vial he chose, removing it from its bag and handing it over to the lion.

Aaron didn’t even hesitate, downing the pink liquid in one gulp. He placed the empty vial back down on the table, before gasping and holding his hands up in front of his face, watching in shock as his fingers started to meld into each other, forming one thick block of flesh. Both hands bulged out before starting to change shape, twisting and reforming. They certainly weren’t useful as hands anymore.

Sami smirked at Aaron’s evident confusion as to what his hands were changing into. Then the ears formed, and the lion gasped in shock, two new heads pushing out from the end of his wrists. Exact clones of the head upon his neck, the two new headhands blinked and stretched their jaws, twisting and rolling on their wrists.

“Oh wow… they’re amazing,” Aaron said, pulling his arms up and nuzzling his cheeks with his headhands. “Uh… do you think you can help me with my beer?”

Sami chuckled, picking up the lion’s beer bottle and holding it to the feline’s lips. Aaron took a few sips, kissing the otter on the cheek with one of his new headhands. “Enjoy having three heads for the rest of the night,” he said, before sticking his tongue out and giving Kris’ cock a few more sucks. Aaron nodded, nuzzling into his headhands again, almost lost in his rapture with being able to kiss himself.

Raising himself up so his forepaws were upon the table, Sami clapped his hands a couple of times to get everyone’s attention. It was difficult, especially Michael and Kieran having trouble extricating themselves from each other, Michael still gently suckling on the panther’s cocktongue.

Sami couldn’t help but grin. The cock-crazed panther and wolf were one thing, but then he saw the half-lidded eyes of Kris, unable to get over the pleasure the otter’s mouth was causing on his disembodied cock. Jordan had managed to stand up, legs rubbing against each other as the doubled weasel hugged himself tightly.

Free of Jordan’s weight, Alex was able to inflate out a little more and, with the weasel’s help, was able to start removing his clothes to reveal his perfectly smooth and shiny body. Already he had an air nozzle on his chest, a small plastic valve keeping all his air within him. At his crotch was nothing but a slight bulge, firm and tight beneath Jordan’s grip as the weasel groped him.

Finally there was Aaron, the lion trying to grip his beer bottle in the jaw of one of his headhands and not meeting with any real success. He ended up spilling most of the beer over his lap, before just deep-throating the neck of the bottle and pouring it down the throat of his headhand. He leaned back in his chair, groaning and flopping his head back.

“You’ll all have these changes until tomorrow morning, so I hope you’ll enjoy them while they last,” Sami said, pleased with the efforts he had put in. It seemed everyone was thoroughly enjoying the changes he had given them, and the best was still yet to come. He pulled Kris’ cock from his mouth, tossing the feline shaft across to the cheetah who yelped and fumbled it, thankfully letting it bounce in his lap.

Dropping down from the table, Sami rummaged through the bag until he found the permanent pill. Larger than the others, this one was dark blue, though the colour meant little to the otter. The effects would be largely random, so even he didn’t know what change he’d inflict upon one of his friends, though he knew it would be an enjoyable and interesting change much like his two heads. He also picked up five more pills, all identical to the first but completely inert in every way.

Backing up towards the door, the otter grinned at everyone. “Come on, follow me out here,” he said, turning around and leaping into the back garden. There was no chance of being spied upon, large trees sheltering the garden from view from all angles. It would be perfect.

Standing by the pool, Sami turned around, casting his eyes over everyone but quickly noticing one missing. He looked up into the lounge to see Alex standing as though frozen in place.

“You alright there?” he called out to the fox.

Alex’s reply was shaky. “I uh, don’t want to alarm anyone, but I think I stood on some glass,” the fox said, remaining perfectly still. Howls of laughter greeted his words, which even Alex had to join in on. Kris and Jordan both looked a little sheepish, as it was the latter’s bottle that had smashed, and the cheetah had clearly failed to clear it all up, but it was only Sami who actually moved over to help the fox.

“Got a puncture have you,” he asked with a chuckle, resting one hand on the fox’s shoulder, giving him a gentle squeeze and feeling the air moving around inside him. Despite Alex keeping his foot firmly on the ground, Sami could hear the quiet hiss of air escaping the fox’s balloon-like body. Already his right leg looked to have lost some of its tautness.

“I have,” Alex said, swaying a little where he stood. “It feels so strange. Like, it feels good, but I know I won’t be able to move if it keeps going like this. Are you able to fix it?”

Sami grinned and left the pooltoy swaying as he headed to the kitchen, rummaging through some of the drawers until he found what he was looking for. He took his time, sauntering back over to Alex who was clearly starting to sag as air started to seep out at a greater rate.

Left to their own devices, the rest of the group were all exploring their changed bodies with each other. Jordan appeared to be fucking himself whilst taking Kris’ disembodied cock in his mouth. Meanwhile the cheetah had wrapped his arms around Kieran, giving his fellow feline what must have been the most intense kiss either of them had ever experienced. And that left Aaron and Michael, the two seemingly perfectly matched for each other. Locked in a kiss with Michael’s hands running down the lion’s back, both of Aaron’s headhands were bobbing up and down upon the wolf’s twin shafts.

“Make sure you don’t get knotted,” Sami called out to the lion, rubbing his jaw in memory of Michael’s surprisingly thick knot in his mouth. A flick of the lion’s tail was the only response the otter got, before a pitiful squeak by his side reminded him of what he was doing.

Alex was in danger of toppling over, resting his mitts against Sami’s lower back for support as the air trickled out his foot. “I-it feels like I’m cumming… constantly…” the fox panted, grinding his bare crotch against the otter’s hind thigh.

Pushing the deflating fox to the ground, Sami crouched down on his forelegs. The pressure against the ground removed, air started to flow at a more rapid rate from Alex’s foot, making the fox throw his head back and moan in bliss. Ignoring that, Sami quickly found the small shard of glass and tugged it out, covering his thumb up over the small hole before Alex could deflate any faster. Looped around his wrist was a roll of duct tape, and he frowned in a moment of thought, knowing he’d have to release Alex’s foot if he wanted to tape it back up again, as none of the others were offering to help. Instead the otter simply placed the partially deflated foot into his mouth, pressing his tongue against the gash to seal the air in. It wasn’t as effective as his thumb as he could feel the slight rush of air in his mouth.

Unrolling the tape and biting off a section with his other mouth, he quickly released Alex and taped up the hole. Adding a couple more strips of tape for good measure, Sami patted Alex’s chest, feeling how little air was left in the fox. He barely seemed able to move anymore, certainly not able to sit up despite a couple of pitiful attempts. One thing Sami noticed with glee was that one area still seemed nicely inflated and firm; the fox’s null crotch was jutting out from the rest of him.

Picking Alex up by the crotch and giggling from the pleasured moans that caused, Sami stood up and carried the deflated fox back to the others. With difficulty he got them all to extricate themselves from each other and get their attention. Kris continued to whimper and gasp as he clung to Kieran, his cock still wedged in Jordan’s mouth.

Flicking open Alex’s belly nozzle and completing his deflation, Sami draped the fox over one of Aaron’s arms with the nozzle facing up. “There you go, use your hands for something why don’t you?” the otter said with a grin, watching as Aaron wrapped his lips around the small nozzle, slowly starting to inflate Alex back up again.

“Now, I think we need to decide who gets the permanent transformation. Alex appears to be at a little disadvantage, so it looks like it’s down to just the five of you,” the otter said with a grin, both heads looking over the assortment of different transformations he had inflicted upon his eager friends. He thought he could hear a quiet and disappointed squeak from Alex, but largely he was just moaning in bliss as his nozzle was blown into.

Sami held aloft the six small bag with the blue pills inside. “Here is your prize,” he said as he ambled towards the pool. Then he tossed the bags into the water. “Now fetch.”

The effects were instantaneous. Alex was tossed to the side to deflate again as all five others dived for the pool, eager to retrieve the bags and hopefully pick up the one that would transform them again. As they fought and scrapped in the water, Sami picked Alex back up and started to re-inflate him once more.

Of those in the water, Aaron was certainly at the most disadvantage as he could swim properly with his need to keep his hands above the water. Jordan was likewise hindered by the extra weight and the awkwardness of trying to coordinate his two bodies together.

Kris was the first to emerge with one of the small bags, his fur dripping and clothes clinging to his form, showing off every contour of what lay beneath. Sami raised his brow at the definitive sight of a pussy between Kris’ legs, but the cheetah seemed too drunk and euphoric to notice the otter’s attention.

“Wait until the others are out before taking it,” Sami told Kris, who had been starting to open up the bag. Abashed, the cheetah nodded and rubbed idly at his crotch, letting out an occasional moan as something rubbed up against his cock.

Michael was the next to haul himself up the side of the pool, one of the bags held securely in his teeth as he gripped the edge of the pool. Both his cocks were still hard, slapping against his chest in a v shape as his partially inflated knots pushed them apart. He stood next to Kris who had been openly staring at them, one finger tracing over the cheetah’s crotch. “Mmm what do you think, think you can take them both?”

Kris gasped and shivered, a blush forming beneath his fur as he nodded. “I think I’d like that, especially if… aah, if Jordan gives me my cock back,” he gasped, almost collapsing against Michael as another rush of pleasure threatened to knock him other.

Sami grinned at the exchange as Alex wrapped his arms around his head, legs clinging to his upper torso. The poor fox was mostly inflated again, moaning in delight from the sensation of being filled with the otter’s breath. The nozzle was proving particularly sensitive.

A splash from the pool caught the otter’s attention again, Jordan almost making it out the pool before his rear body slipping, sending the weasel toppling back in again. Using the situation to his advantage, Kieran grabbed the bag Jordan had dropped, diving for the pool wall and pulling himself out the water before Aaron could reach him.

With three bags left for just the two of them, Aaron and Jordan wrestled over one floating in the middle of the pool, each convinced that the one they sought was the permanent pill despite no way of knowing either way. The weasel was at the definite advantage, using his three of his arms to hold Aaron’s grumbling headhands away, splashing in to grab the bag before pushing the lion back against the pool wall.

Cackling madly, the weasel joined everyone else on the grass, dripping from his bodies and hugging himself from behind again. He carried just the bag in one hand.

Kris squirmed as he looked at Jordan, before his eyes moved back to the pool, where he could see his cock bobbing on the surface beside one of the two remaining bags. He groaned as Aaron took the cock into one of his mouths, the lion grabbing one of the last bags before wading towards the wall and struggling to pull himself up out the water.

“And that leaves just one,” Sami said, tugging Alex away from his face, nuzzling against the fox’s crotch for a moment before tossing him right into the pool. “That last one is yours!”

Alex barely made a splash against the water, skipping across the surface before bouncing off the far wall. The pooltoy squeaked and tried to push himself out into the middle of the pool, his mitts barely able to get any traction in the water at all, inflated body too light to push beneath the surface tension. Even when he finally reached the floating bag, he wasn’t able to do anything with it, having no fingers to grip with.

Sami found pity on the poor pooltoy, slipping into the water and letting his taur body get wet for the first time. Despite his cumbersome size, he found his lower body able to easily tread water, webbed paws allowing him to quickly reach Alex. Picking the pooltoy up and placing him on his back, the otter retrieved the last pill and Kris’ cock, carrying them back to the grass.

“So you all have your pills now. Which one of you will wake up tomorrow morning with something new? Come on then, let’s find out shall we? On your tongues, and swallow on my count,” Sami said, opening Alex’s bag and placing the pill into the pooltoys mouth. He waited for the others to all place their pills on their tongue, Kris helped Aaron manipulate the tablet. The otter counted to three, pushing the tablet down past the valve in Alex’s throat before standing and stepping back, his hindpaws right on the edge of the patio.

There were a few disappointed faces as Jordan gasped, both his bodies shivering as a tingle went down his spines. “Oh damn, it’s me,” he whispered, rear arms gripping his front body tightly. “Does that mean this is permanent now?”

Sami shook his head and laughed. “Have you been listening at all? You get a new change overnight. That new one will be permanent,” he explained, stroking the feline shaft in his hands gently before passing it back to its rightful owner. “Now go on, have fun with your bodies. They’ll only last until you sleep after all.”

They needed no further encouragement. For the most part Sami sat back and just watched. This wasn’t about him after all. He was able to do whatever he liked, whenever he liked thanks to his work, but for his friends this would be a rare opportunity. And for Jordan, it was likely the closest to normal he would ever be again.

The weasel spent most of the night teasing Kris, running away with the cheetah’s cock, tormenting the poor feline with a few licks and strokes whenever Kris got close to retrieving it. The cheetah was the last to undress, but eventually was forced to do so by an insistent Michael who made good on his promise to use both cocks on Kris at the same time.

With Kris suitably distracted, Jordan subjugated his two crotches to Aaron’s skilled tongues, leaving Alex and Kieran to tease each other. Sami lost track of how many times the fox was deflated during the evening, but there was a time when he was simply passed around and used over and over again. Even Sami had a go at the insistence of a clearly very pent up fox, but with no way of releasing he simply allowed himself to be used.

As much as they all wanted the night to do on, the alcohol and lateness eventually caught up to them, and one by one they drifted off to the bedrooms to sleep. Kris was the first to go, trying unsuccessfully to retrieve his cock from Jordan before slinking off to the corridor. The sound of the shower turning on was a cue for Kieran and Michael to head off too, Aaron following not far behind.

Judging from the tired yips that made it back to the lounge, a little more fun was had in the shower, but even these too faded to silence before long. Alex had fallen asleep where he lay, not even having the strength left in his inflated limbs to drag himself to bed.

Jordan hugged Sami tightly as the weasel got up, staggering a little as he walked, ears and tails drooping now. “Thank you for coming,” the weasel said, resting his head on Sami’s shoulder. “This has been amazing and I can’t wait to see what I wake up with.”

“I’ll check up on you in the morning to see,” Sami said, giving the weasel a slap on his asses as he retreated. The otter’s heads rested against each other as he tidied everything up, making sure there weren’t any missing pills or serums. His eyelids drooped, but at least he had the advantage of letting one set of eyes rest while the other head checked everything. Even so, his limbs dragged when he finally shuffled to one of the many guest bedrooms, bag dragging alongside him.

Sami didn’t even bother removing the covers before collapsing onto his side on the soft mattress. Though he curled his lower body up, his hindlegs still draped over the end of the bed, but he was tired enough that he didn’t even care. His cheeks pressed up tight against each other, the otter was soon fast asleep.

As he had promised, Sami made sure he was awake nice and early the next morning, despite the twin headaches that warned him he’d had far too much to drink the night before. Only a few hours had passed, the sun barely rising above the horizon as he shuffled out to the kitchen to put the kettle on. He swayed, unsteady without the balance of his taur body behind him.

Alex was still stretched out on the floor, looking none the worse for the wear after his interesting night. Sami noticed the poor fox had quite the case of morning wood, likely a remnant of being so mercilessly teased on his nulled crotch during the night.

Idly scratching his sheath as he waited for the water to boil, Sami closed his eyes and leaned back against the counter. His heads were pounding, but he couldn’t think of a time that he had enjoyed himself so much before. As soon as he had his precious tea he'd go and see what changes Jordan had taken on. Though he was tempted to make one cup for each of his heads, he settled with making just the one cup of tea, holding it beneath his muzzle and letting the steam wash over his face.

He pushed open the door to Jordan’s room. The weasel was wrapped up in his covers, twitching slightly and faced away from the door. Clearly still asleep, but from his outline nothing seemed too different. Frowning a little and taking a sip from his still-too-hot tea, Sami approached and rested his hand on Jordan’s shoulder. Beneath the weasel’s fur it felt like there was a slight seam running around the shoulder. Giving it an experimental tug, Sami wasn’t too shocked to find the whole arm come away in his hand.

Jordan didn’t even stir as Sami put the weasel’s right arm down, running his fingers over the smooth shoulder. It was like nothing had ever even been attached, but the fingers on the detached arm still twitched in the weasel’s sleep.

Pulling the sheets off Jordan’s bed, Sami quickly and quietly inspected where the weasel had those seams. He was happy to find one on every joint. It seemed everything, even down to Jordan’s toes and fingers, would be completely detachable. There was even one around his sheath.

With a mischievous grin, Sami returned Jordan’s arm to its proper place before pinching softly on the weasel’s sheath, pulling it clean away from his body and leaving behind a perfectly null crotch. Still Jordan remained blissfully unaware, even letting off a quiet snore.

Silently, Sami left Jordan’s room, closing the door behind him and returning to the kitchen. He was a little surprised to see Kris already awake, the cheetah rubbing his eyes as he stood by the kettle now.

“Hey Kris, got something for you,” Sami said, lifting up Jordan’s sheath and balls.

Kris immediately blushed, his hands covering his crotch. “T-that’s not mine, it was temporary, wasn’t it?” the cheetah said blearily, blinking a few times.

“Nah, it’s not yours. It’s Jordan’s,” Sami said, passing the sheath to Kris, whose eyes widened as he idly rubbed and stroked at it.

“You mean he’s like I was last night?” the cheetah whispered, a grin spreading across his face, likely already thinking of getting his revenge on the weasel for keeping his cock from him.

“And then some,” Sami said, taking a sip from his cup of tea now that it had cooled down enough. “Every part of him is modular now.”

From the grin the two shared, it was clear that Jordan was going to have a very interesting morning. And as Kris lifted the sheath to his lips, lightly licking the tip of the cock that peeked from within, the weasel wasn’t going to be sleeping for very much longer at all.