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Transforming Fate

Part three 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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Another zap of energy and magic lanced through the air as Tim gasped – and another! They were transforming all three of them at once! And it was impossible for Rose to focus on, however briefly, anything other than the ache in her head, in the centre of her forehead, as if something was straining out of her.

“Oh… Oh, no!"

She couldn't help the exclamation, tears of shame burning at the corners of her eyes. Oh, it was embarrassing to cry, but too much had happened and she couldn't hold any of it back, not anymore. They streamed down her face as she clutched at her head, overwhelmed as a huge, black horse cock grew like a unicorn's horn from her head! It was swifter, filling out as the wrinkles were drawn smooth with magic, gigantic balls hanging down, the skin filling out with cum, jiggling and weighing down on either side of it in front of her eyes.

“Oof… Come on…"

She grumbled, trying to save face, the naga's heart pounding. It was wrong, it was very wrong, already thickening out with a meaty flare at the tip, aching deeply. She just wanted to be left alone, though hadn't the Fae said that they were just playing? After all, Tim was the one asking for transformations. Even as cum drooled down the giant cock, the biggest of all on her body and so heavy that it made her neck ache, tipping her head awkwardly to the side as it swayed, the balls hanging into her eyeballs and making her blink and blink and blink, she had to hold fast.

She would be okay. Tim could have what he wanted. Maybe the Fae had distracted her with transformations so she couldn't interfere in any way.

Alright then…

Max trembled, rolling onto his belly, though he tried to tell himself too that it was going to be okay, his tail feeling very heavy and stiff, which didn't help his frantic mind any. He'd thought it was just his feet, the weird, cock-like feet, but…he didn't want to think about what else they had done with him. His feet jetted off with cum, the cocks, that they made him walk on, drooling thick, creamy spurts, but that was not the worst of it.

He had to look, sooner or later, shuddering bodily as his long, stiff, rigid tail swung back and forth.

Oh no…

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Fearfully, he turned his head around to check out his tail, but…it was just as he'd feared. The biggest horse cock he'd ever seen, mostly pink with speckles of dark flesh on it, jutted from his backside, throwing him off-balance as he tipped from one side to the other, panting heavily, a low, despondent yowl breaking his lips.

“No…"

His cock-feet shuddered and jetted off slick streams of cum but it was the rumbling coursing through him for that mighty cock that set him trembling the most. He moaned against his will, some kind of pleasure still pulling at him, even though Max did not want it there. It throbbed and drooled – and finally unloaded in the hottest, longest jet of cum, painting the forest floor.

He shook bodily, trying to hunker down to the ground but not wanting to get closer to the cock-feet. There was simply nowhere he could go.

Unff… Oh, god… No…

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You'll be okay, Max, Sara chimed in, seeming to take more of an interest in what was going on around her, now that there were new transformations to distract her from her ecstasy, the everlasting, constant orgasms jumping from one part of her body to another. They'll turn you back, they don't break their word. Just don't say anything back to them or anger them.

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That's easier said than done! He shot back at her, a snarl playing across his like, though he had enough common sense to hold it back. This is… So heavy!

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The Fae laughed and laughed, their charges staggering and wobbling, Max scrabbling on his horse cock feet, tail trying to lift but dragging the big, fleshy, meaty horse cock across the ground where it drooled.

It was not the end of it, however, not as his chest bloomed and the Fae utilised their magic on him too, making Max the focus of everything that he hadn't had to bear the brunt of so far. He'd been the one, after all, who had accepted a transformation right from the beginning, the odd sensation of his skin stretching and pulling, striped fur covering the breasts, aching deeply through him.

“You can't get away with everything," Chaldera said, grinning as they mocked him. “Why don't you enjoy it? Oh, we're just having fun with you, they'll get changed back… Mostly."

Max trembled, not really wanting to consider what that meant. Not when his legs went weak, another zap of Fae power lancing into him. The tiger didn't even want to meet his friends' eyes, if they were even looking at him, though it was very much not as if he was the only one transforming.

It was just his forelegs, though they softened and weakened and forced him to bow forward, the extreme bend in them losing bones and joints. He whined and tried to paw at his face, though the fur melted away smoothly to reveal two giant horse cocks, painted in dark flesh, the heads thick and flared already.

They were stable enough that he could walk on them, kind of, but it was a stumbling, shuffling kind of walk, the breasts on his feline chest getting in the way, another blooming under his chest, right in the middle, hampering the action of his pectoral muscles.

But that seemed to be just what the Fae liked, awkward transformations that got in the way and hindered normal movement, just so the one being transformed would always know what had happened to them, and would not be able to forget it. Not even when they were trying to go about their normal lives, especially, for nothing would ever be normal ever again.

He staggered and tried to walk normally, to hide from the changes, but the swell of the breasts in particular weighed him down, making him tip to the side. The tiger licked his lips, huffing and heaving, trying to think about what was happening to the others. At the very least, it would distract him from the situation, how his overly sensitive breasts rubbed against his cock-legs, almost wishing for the cock-feet that had, at least, been easier to walk on.

It was Tim, however, who was challenged to watch the worst of it all as his arms ached deeply. They went limp – completely lax and softly flowing down his sides. They were like noodles and he was forced to slump to the ground, going face first and then worming his way around, only using his torso to do so, onto his back.

Staring up at the canopy of trees didn't give him any relief, not as his arms pulled in more and more, the Fae kindly cruel enough to let him see his arms shrinking down and down and down. They felt heavy, a dead weight, and he couldn't help a whimper from breaking his lips, not as he forced himself to give in to it.

Oh, but Tim knew he had gone too far, so much too far, his heartbeat fluttering, his lungs feeling tight, seized up, as if the transformations were clenching in a metal band around him. There was nothing out there, in the forest, of the human world, however, not besides what the humans had brought down with them. He was vaguely aware of his friends there beside him, groaning through orgasms and transformations, yet the loss of his limbs shook them to the core.

He wasn't going to be able to walk again… He couldn't pick anything up again, no… No, he was just meat, just a body, just lust.

Fuck, how am I going to get out of this?

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You're not going to, Tim, Sara said, surprisingly gentle on his mind, even as his arms shrank more, becoming fatter, looser, more “blobby" and shapeless still as the hands and wrists sucked in and he lost the definition of his wrist and hand. It's going to be okay though. They've given you a time limit. I don't want and I want them to turn me back. It's…conflicting. You don't have that conflict. It will feel endless…but you will have an end, a good end. You can make your decision after that.

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He had to take solace in her words, clenching his jaw and mewling gently, grappling with his own emotions. He licked his lips and tried to focus on the sensations, his arms swelling out into breasts that rose from each shoulder, a pair for each shoulder. A bubble of flesh that looked kind of like the fingers that he no longer had bubbled out into a nipple on each breast, though the pinching, squeezing feeling of it pulling out into a nipple, pert and sensitive.

“Ohhhh…"

He let everything flow through him, clamping down on his fear the best he could. It was happening and he had set things, knowing that it was too much, so he couldn't turn back. Already, he regretted that. What if he would have been able to stop things, to turn them back? He sweated heavily, a feline hint of musk swirling around him, yet that was only one outward expression of his fear.

One thing about his growing breasts was that they were not soft and smooth with only skin, not like human breasts. In that sense, Tim was unique, as they were striped and patterned like a tiger's fur, the hair short and sleek, so that it was almost like skin. It caught some of the semen spurting from his cocks – he couldn't tell from which dicks he was ejaculating from at any given time, though he could feel the pull of orgasm flowing through him. It was distracting and comforting too to sink into pleasure, even as the breasts lumped and bumped out, something worming its way under his skin.

He should have guessed that they would give him more cocks on his arm breasts, fat enough to hold lots of dicks. But the Fae surprised him then, catching him off-guard, as mottled pink and grey horse cocks swelled forth – with some human cocks dotted into the mix. They were not uniform in colour, some black and some with an odd grey tone, others a paler, pinker shade. He shuddered, repulsed in a way, but still turned on. Tim would never quite know how those two things could come up against one another as sharply as they did.

He didn't have to know. Not then, not ever.

He moaned openly, using his voice while he still had it. It was all he could do, all he felt able to do, huffing and panting, cocks pressing from his tits. They almost gave him a popping, bubbly sensation as they emerged, skin stretching, pulling taut, his lips twisting, briefly, into a grimace.

“Oof… Ahhhh…"

He twisted, or at least tried to. His cock fingers finally melted up into the breasts, bringing life into the new, swelling balls that drooped down from every pole of flesh jutting out obnoxiously from his arm breasts. The mess of cock fingers only added to them, smaller and clustered into the meatier bulges of dicks, but it did not matter. Everything was there for a reason, his body finally shuddering into the transformation, so many cocks rising from his arm breasts that it was hard to find the balls squeezed in around the bases, constantly stimulated as wrinkles formed in the sacks where they squashed in together.

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“I don't want you to miss this," Chaldera murmured, preparing another spell, magic crackling between her hands. “You, I don't have to transform back, no. Not until your time is up, at least."

She sent the fizzing, crackling ball of magic directly at him and Tim grunted as it sank into him, once again looking up at the canopy of trees. There seemed to be less light filtering through, as if the sun had changed its angle in the sky above – maybe it was getting into the afternoon? In the Fae's home, deep within the forest, time had less of a meaning, a time when it would stretch on and on and on, all as his face grew softly numb, as if extensive sections were losing feeling, all at once.

Oh no…

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He didn't want it to go that far, panting, lusting for it, not knowing, no… He wanted it and yet he feared it at the same time, grunting openly as he let his breath rasp through an open mouth, whiskers quivering. And yet he should have expected that they would push him, for they had given Lara the horse cocks all over her face too. The chunky “lumps" of his face that had lost that cold, numbing sensation slowly bulged out, forcing him to moan, grunting, trying to roll and to rock their body from side to side.

“Ohhhh… Oh, god… Ohhhhh!"

Tim tried to cry out, panic seizing his heart, clutching deep within his chest as if it was going to lunge out from inside him. It was too much! Everything was heavy, even his neck aching, even if he wasn't trying to support his head and lift it, not at that moment. Yet it felt thick and bulging, his flesh bulging out and fur falling away – though only in particular spots. A horse cock shoved his whiskers aside as it bulged obnoxiously from his muzzle, losing the beautiful definition of it.

And yet…that was meant to happen. The horse cocks might have been bold and fleshy, the flare of them swelling forth, wrinkles smoothing out as the weight of them forced him to brace, but his fur was not. Tim had thought that his tiger stripes would remain and yet the dark markings, the slice of dark brown-orange along the top of his muzzle softened as something pink rose from it.

“Unff… Mmmmph!"

He moaned, though he wasn't able to stop jetting off cum from the cocks bristling from his tits. Thick, long ropes of creamy seed splattered up from his body and off to the sides, though it was hard to focus on that, even as a stray spurt cut across his face, drooling across the lumps and bumps that were forming into cocks. They all grew at different rates, however, his cheekbone aching fiercely as a particularly beastly, mottled grey with a few faint spots of pink, cock sprouted. It felt so big that it was weighting his head to the right, though he blinked furiously, cocks growing under his eyes too, where the skin, when he'd been a man, had sometimes had soft, coloured bags under them. Tim had never been good at getting enough sleep.

Would that even matter anymore? The dull numbness transformed to overt sensation as the facial cocks swelled, one too close to his nostrils, making it hard to inhale. Even the act of exhaling sent his breath tickling out over the cock there, as the folds of skin smoothed out, the medial ring plumping out and growing ever-increasingly defined.

He moaned, losing himself in sensation, glad to have that instead of the clunky numbness that lingered there. He wanted it and he loathed it, moaning, wriggling in place. His legs thickened up, ecstasy carrying him through the fear of watching the bulging, rising cocks from filling his vision, though it was the plumping out, filling sensation of the balls rising from under each one that made his stomach churn sickeningly.

They swelled and jiggled, cum sloshing about in them until they were filled, as if there was excess fluid inside, too much space – yet they would be swollen. The skin stretched and pulled around them as he moaned and tried to concentrate on the pleasure, not how grotesquely uncomfortable it was to have cocks and balls growing from his face.

“Unff… Ohhh…"

You'll be okay, Tim, I promise.

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That sounded like Sara, though Tim was too far gone, wrapped up in sensation, his heart pounding, to tell properly. It could have been Lara trying to help him too and he leaned into that notion, imagining her comforting him, soothing him, knowing how much he cared for her. He just had not been able to hold back from trying to take on a little of the burden from him.

Oh, but of course it had not been Lara. She was there, close, her vision finally filling his view. Well, through the mess of horse cocks, all different lengths even as they swelled, some of the medial rings thicker than others, all flaring and jiggling as if they were all about to jet off at once. Balls slopped and hung heavily into one another, the skin stretching and pulling, but all he could focus on, even with streaks of white trying to cloud his vision, cumming still, was the thick pull of the cocks on his face.

“Unff… Lara… Lara, are you…okay?"

It was hard for him to talk when she was filling his vision, barely visible around the throbbing horse cocks, jiggling and pulsing, some of them only a few inches long and a couple of the biggest and meatiest easily two feet long. They were the hardest to bare and he gulped hard, not liking at all how her hands were clutched to her chest. It was like she was pitying him, though he still felt it pretty extreme that he had so blatantly offered to take on her transformations.

It was…yeah. It was kind of out there.

“Tim… Yeah, I'm fine," she said, raising her voice a bit to be heard over the deluge. “Oh, Tim… Tim, thank you…"

She trembled in his view and he exhaled in a rush. That was good to hear. Even though the orgasms kept coming, the laughter of the Fae dimly audible in his ears, though he was not paying them as much attention as he could have been. They were there, giggling and laughing and bopping along, all four of them, though he knew who he had been claimed by.

Another zap of light lanced into him, his lips tugged to the side by a cock placed too close to them, affecting the setting of the softer structures of his face, the tissue and skin. Lara knelt nearby, seemingly unbothered by the jets of cum spurting from him, Tim's eyes watering with tears that he could not explain.

“It's okay, Lara…" He said, exhaling as gently as he could as a startling rush of heated pleasure gripped one of the strange cocks sprouting from his side. “It's… Mmmph… You know…I like this…"

His words dragged and slurred, fighting to get them out and failing to do so. Lara reached out to them, as if she was thinking about rubbing his shoulder or comforting him in some way, though Tim didn't know how to take that. She clearly could not find a good spot to soothe him via, however, for her hand floated helplessly back to her side. Even if she was sort of okay with the cum and the mess, considering that she had been covered in similar fluids not so long ago, produced from her body, she didn't want to grab someone else's cock accidentally. Lara wasn't sure there was any more embarrassment to be had over such a gross situation, but there was only so much she could do.

“It'll all be okay, Tim," she said instead, trying to smile, though even she knew it was wobbly. “A few years… You are strong, you can manage this. You are a good soul, I know that now… I wish I had seen that before."

She wouldn't have wanted to be with Tim, not off the back of what she knew so far, but Lara had to admit that she had not given him a chance either. Maybe, just maybe, they could have a friendship after everything was said and done. But did that mean that she had to leave him there, in the forest with the Fae, subjected to her fate? Yet if he was like Sara, they surely would both enjoy it? Sara had talked to her during their time together, when they had not been twisted and moaning through orgasms.

The Fae, however, weren't willing to let her sit aside for long, not as a human only, not as whole as she was.

“You'll have to ask for something too, girlie, or else we'll get bored," Laurel said, rubbing a leaf between his fingers. “Why don't you ask your boyfriend here for something? They'll surely have some fantastic ideas."

The Fae laughed, but Tim caught Lara's grimace, another moan from Rose as something happened to her, though he could not see. It was hard to stay focused on everything going on around him.

“I'll…" Lara tried to think of something, landing on an old cosplay that Tim had shown her, what seemed like years ago but had not really been all that long ago. “I… Cat ears? I'd kind of like cat ears."

She looked at Tim and shook her head.

“They'd remind me of someone… Cat ears… A cat tail too… Maybe my hands could be a little more like paws too? The same fur colour as my ears, with claws, like I'm wearing mittens?"

“Oooh!"

Laurel seemed pleased with that and Lara breathed a sigh of relief, lightness flooding her. It was not as if she had wanted to be transformed, though she had been quick enough in thinking to avoid a sexual transformation. It was better than what was happening to Tim at that moment, the warming prickle of hair over her hands, ears slowly tugging up to the top of her head into feline points, blessedly different to the slick mess of cum that she had been subjected to for so long.

Rose was down on the ground, moaning, settled back into her normal naga body, though there were still horse cocks and balls sprouting from weird places over her body, as well as the dick nipples. What was changing, as the Fae amused themselves with her, was her back. She grunted and clawed at the ground, her dick nipples shooting ropes of cum, while wings sprouted from her back. First in the skeletal appearance of them, without the membranes, though swiftly thickening up with muscle and sinew, the ligaments that connected everything so that they could…move, she guessed? The membrane ached as it stretched down, Rose unsure whether or not to be glad that it wasn't more cocks or tits in weird places. Sometimes, the smallest of blessings had to be taken, when it came to the Fae and dealing with them.

Tim, however, wouldn't need to see anymore, even with giant horse dicks clouding his vision, stimulating each other while the balls ached and ached. He had not thought that it was possible for so much pleasure to be present, all at once, though his ears had heralded more. For they had not remained watery but ended up milky, thicker, like semen.

“My eyes… Nooooo…"

He moaned, though the Fae took that a little easier with him, as he had asked for the transformations, of course. Unlike those that had had their eyeballs swell into horse cocks, they made his eyelids, top and bottom, thicker and chunkier, the skin and flesh bunching up and rolling together.

“Mmph… No… My eyes…"

He tried to tear up again, though he couldn't even blink. The skin pulled tauter over his eyeballs, sealing over his vision, until…there was nothing but a soft darkness. He could still, briefly, see the light filtering through even his thicker, closed eyes, but it was not like anything he had ever before experienced. He panted heavily, feeling, that time, a soft, furry hand brush the back of his neck, helping him ease a little of the ache.

“Ah… Lara?"

“Yeah… It's me… I know…this is hard. Just relax. You know it won't be forever."

The fear clawed at him and yet the burning swell of arousal, like an incoming tide, overruled it. It was all he had to lean into, Lara's comfort too light and faint to hold his attention. The burning flow, the sensation of his cocks plumping up, cum jetting down the length of them, like water being forced out of a hose that was too thin for them, so that it had to jet out at high velocity.

“Ggggnnnnngggghhhh…"

He groaned, his lips parted, but that wouldn't do. He was blinded, unable to catch them transforming his tongue at the same time, though he felt it going limp in his mouth, as if the muscles that controlled it simply were not there anymore.

“Mmm-nnnggghhhh…"

Tim tried to open his eyes wide, tried to squirm, nothing more than a mess of horse cocks and balls, breasts swelling across his chest while the Fae laid more transformations into him. So it was that he was forced to take the billowing bubble of horse balls, a pair of each eye, blooming under his eyes.

Or did that not count when he didn't have eyes anymore? The urge to blink was still there, forcing him to go against instinct, to try to hold himself to the new norms of his body. There was no need to act like a human when he was being reduced to less than human, a tiger-like, striped body that had horse cocks protruding from all over the place.

He grunted around his tongue, fearing that it was going to slip into the back of his mouth, though the Fae controlled even that, forcing it to swell at the same rate as the cocks sprouting from his eyes. He had a thought, in the back of his mind, dim and hard to dig up, that the Fae might have been trying to make things just a little easier on him, giving him something other than the loss of his sight to focus on. It was in typical keeping with their minds and their ways that they would not have realised that stripping him of his ability to talk at the same time as his vision would not be all that comforting to Tim.

And yet…his wants and desires were not important to them. As long as those wants and needs, the requests for transformations, served their needs, they were happy. Or if humans stayed far, far away from their home, so that they would not have to interact with them at all. In the minds and the lives of the Fae, they could have gone on for the rest of their lifespans without encountering a single human. It was the humans that had finally encroached too far into their territory, requiring push back.

I can't believe all this came from my commission….

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Tim grunted, the balls hanging heavily from his eyes, like grotesque teardrops, something tugging in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't tell whether it was arousal or something more.

Did Sara say something about a commission? He could not speak with his mind, but the throbbing push of cocks growing from the skin above his eyes begged he try, to distract himself, fluttering panic and strain striving to get the better of him.

Sara? He tried to say in his mind, in case she could hear him. What… What do you mean?

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Yet Sara did not answer, even though a swell of embarrassment and awkwardness filled his mind. It was as if she was saying something, to him, without actually getting the words out, though it was hard to put everything straight, in that manner.

His attention was dragged back to his current poise, how his body felt fatter and heavier, as if it was being dragged down in a way, even then, that he tried to scrape and claw back control over. With his tongue thickening up into a cylindrical round in his mouth, the tip fat and bulbous, it pushed its way out, though his lips and the flesh of his mouth closed in around it instantly. It was not a cock tongue, like before, that he could waggle and wave out of his mouth, the one that Rose and he had taken (sort of) to entertain the Fae and appease them with a transformation.

No… No, it was more than that. It was meaty and swelling, his lips feeling like they were being strained wider and wider around it, though they were not really lips anymore, not in the slightest. They were just a part of the cock blooming out, though a dim, fetish-focused part of Tim's mind wished that he could see it.

That only took some of his attention, however, lust throbbing through him. He could still smell even as the squelching press of flesh around his ears dimmed what he was able to hear. And the thick aroma of sweat hanging in the air mingled with musk that he longed to take in even more.

With his sense of smell and touch being the two most dominant senses left over, it was easier, if only a little, for him to slip away. To take in the towering spires of his eye cocks, the feel of the wrinkles easing out, flowing down the length of the shafts to reveal smooth, perfect skin. The heads bloomed and flared as they reached their peak, somehow feeling fatter and wider than even he could have imagined, but it was not for him to worry about something like that. They could be so big that he couldn't roll over without spiking them into the ground at their size, but he longed to let it be, all exactly as it was.

There was no sense, after all, in letting everything tangle hastily on, no. Not even as his lower lip grew fatter and fatter, as if he had been punched. The balls rose swiftly there, as if they were rushing, the jerk and twist of the transformations all coming at different speeds catching his attention in stranger ways. After all, he was not sure where things were coming from, why he was as horny as he was, panting and heaving, grunting and groaning, the muffled sense of drool pooling in the back of his throat not something he could sate.

“Nnnggghhhhh…"

Even Tim's ability to swallow seemed depleted. But it was okay. All okay as that cock swelled and throbbed from his mouth into a glorious, weighty spire, the fatness of his lip sinking lower, splitting into two nuts within the leathery sack. A part of him ached for them to give up that seed, to let it all pour out of his tongue-mouth cock, ropes of sticky semen splattering… Well, Tim couldn't see what was around them anymore. Dimly, they were aware of a few shreds of clothing still clinging to them, though their trousers were definitely off entirely. It didn't even look as if they had natural genitalia anymore.

He wondered, however, how much of his striped fur remained. That was one thing that Tim did lament, struggling with all that was going on, grunting and puffing, though he would later realise that they didn't need to breathe air. It would all be taken care of by the Fae, supplementing his ability to exist with their magic. Yet the rest of his body tingled and ached strangely, between cocks and trembling balls, while his cock tongue settled above two balls that felt like they were so big that they hung down past his chin.

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“Your seed," Taro said, the Fae's voice a little deeper and throatier. “Consider it another little curse from us, to get you all the way into those deep, dark, seductive fantasies of yours, twisted-kitty. Everywhere it touches, more cocks will spurt. Until we say so, of course. Maybe breasts too… Yes, wouldn't want you to get bored!"

A shudder ran through him and Tim could only assume that the ripple was another bolt of magic lancing into him, blistering through his body as if heat simmered through his veins with dark intent. He groaned mutely around his cock tongue, though with his lips sealed around the base of the protruding, wobbling shaft, there was barely a noise. It came up from his throat and then was swallowed by his cock tongue, the throbbing pulsations of it spilling ecstasy in the deluge of cum.

His life… There was nothing more to it. He could barely tell where one pair of balls was coming from or which cock they belonged too, so much of his body aching and pulsating. The sense of his skin rippling was surpassed by the clench of something greater than him taking root in his body, the strain of more horse cocks sprouting overcoming his mind. They must have been emerging from where his skin was bare, though a small part of him lamented the loss of his stripey fur. The cocks, after all, were not striped like a tiger's fur, but smooth in their skin, sometimes mottled, sometimes grey, sometimes pink. Some were darker in colour, leaning more towards brown, and some were human too, dotted through as if the Fae were mocking his fantasy. He could feel those, though they were random and few in number, for they were smaller than the mighty horse cocks and let out a weaker stream of cum, as if the Fae had dipped into his mind and worked out exactly what he loved about transformations. The weakness of humanity being left behind, something out of his control wrenching him, hurtling, towards a new reality…

Or maybe that was just his mind letting him revel in it, a sense of calm sinking into him. It was hard to panic, truly, when he could not see, when his world was reduced to sensation. He couldn't even hear properly anymore as breasts and cocks and balls, throbbing from the sides of his head, his shoulders, even further down too, all grew and bloomed. Yet there was nothing soft or pure about them, like a flower, all fetish and fantasy, locked into a crude reality that was going to be his.

For the next three years…

Tim's gender didn't matter anymore, not where he had been trying to explore it for himself, no. He had asked to take on a female body and yet everything had shifted, with so much that they didn't know where to let their attention go at any time. Though it did not matter, not at all, not when they were in a state of change and flux, everything shifting. From the tiny sensations of skin pulling and tugging to the throbbing, deep pulse of cum pounding down the lengths of his cocks, an endless stream. When one cock stopped climaxing others jetted off instantly, firing their loads as far as they could go.

Yet they weren't trying to impress anyone, not as another breast bloomed across his lower abdomen, under his set of three. It did not boast a dick nipple, but that was alright, for he already had more than enough of those. His cock legs throbbed and spilt cum in long, heaving ropes, his body trembling, though Tim no longer had the muscle to control that part of himself anymore, not in the slightest. He did not grow, like Sara did, but every patch of spare skin (even where it had been covered with fur) was tainted.

So it was that his body thickened, fattening up with breasts squeezing into any available space, dicks poking out from between the tits on his chest and abdomen. His head was one of the most affected places, though his right side struggled as cum seeped under him. A lumpy breast bloomed and filled out from his right lower back, pushing him off to the side, even if it did not matter to Tim. His body was going to submit to it one way or the other, fetishised and broken, though he wanted to be tainted like that.

He slipped down, cum dripping under him and setting off more cocks sprouting, forcing him up from the ground. Dimly aware of Sara moaning and trying to touch his mind with hers, he couldn't even focus on the mental sound of her voice. He was lost to the whims of magic, to feeling the throb and push of orgasm begging him on to climax after climax. And they were not even the kind of climaxes that he even had to do anything to achieve, to take greedily for his own.

For the next three years, grunting around the cock gagging him, the sound trembling in his throat, he would not have to think about anything. The cocks jutting out from his arm breasts spurted thickly – the cocks there what had once been his fingers – but he did not care for the specifics. Only the feeling of being reduced to a blob of parts, the horse cocks trembling, swayed by the slightest breeze or pump of blood through his body. Although they softened, from time to time, they never fully drooped, for they had nothing to retract into – no sheaths. And he adored that.

Lara, of course, was not solely left with cat ears and a cat tail – although that gave the Fae inspiration for her transformation. She whimpered as Tim was transformed into an even worse form of what she had been, ending up, to her eyes, like a miniature Sara, though she could not imagine anymore being as large and as orgasmic as Sara was. Her body had become entirely furred in black, a black panther of a kind, forced to take the ripple and crack of bone in her face shifting into a muzzle. The whiskers were not just whiskers but tiny, bobbing horse cocks, giving her a fetishised face, though Lara bore it all as well as she could.

It was the least she could do, considering the fate that Tim had freed her from. Even though the wobbling, jiggling weight of those tiny cocks, “blobby" balls positioned neatly at the base of every tiny whisker cock kept pulling at her attention, she knew that it was a blessing.

Her tits still ended up large, though Lara did not bother putting on any clothes as they grew out, as big as beach balls and tipped with triple cock nipples. In a strange part of her mind, she hoped Tim might like them. She didn't quite know, not even then, why she was thinking of him like that, however. Or maybe there was, now that everything fetishised had been exposed between them. The world had changed and, along with it, both Lara and Tim too.

The Fae clicked their tongues and shot a blast of light at Max, allowing him to revert – but not quite all the way. They were, after all, a tricky kind and they had never intended to fully let him go back to his new normal after all. The tiger shuddered in a puddle of cum, his cock legs and cock feet spouting more and more, not knowing where to turn, though the sensation of bones reforming and muscle pulling was relieving at the very least. Parts of his legs and feet turned numb and he grunted thickly, trying to wiggle his toes as they formed, though it was like a very bad cramp had sunk into them.

“Unff…"

Rose told him to relax, though she was not to evade the Fae's treatment, however. It was just easier to focus on someone else, a friend, when they needed to comfort themselves, to forget the prickling ache of transformations, Max's breasts smoothing out again and the cock legs, blessedly, leaving him with normal tiger legs again. Even the small cock feet disappeared, leaving a last, dribbling spurt of cum in their wake.

Lara exhaled, trying to settle into her transforming form, things coming back to a body she could use and walk around in, though things were not quite normal for her. She almost wished she had not been granted the ability to see again, for the horrors of everything around her twisted her guts, as if she had been warped beyond any reality.

Tim, just like her… Max… He'd asked to be a cat, right? At least, that was what Lara thought she'd gleaned from the snippets of conversation, things she had pieced together. But the Fae didn't relinquish every trick and she could have told Max that well enough as her tongue swelled, bumping against the inside edges of her teeth.

“Nnnff…"

They treated her to the experience of Tim's cock tongue, however, Rose also shuddering, expanding her new wings as Max, unfortunately, was left with randomly prickling horse cocks and balls sprouting over his back, like a horse cock porcupine. They were both cursed with the influence of such things appearing randomly, though only Ciri and Lara, in the end, had the ability to talk somewhat normally.

They all sat, watching, shaking their heads together, at the scene that was laid out.

“Did you ever think that this was going to happen?" Ciri asked. “You know, when we went to visit Sara? Not to be mean, Sara," she added quickly. “But this is all… Yeah, shit changed for everyone."

Rose grunted as her cock tongue blossomed, eyes darkening with fury, though she could not stop it. Not even then. She sat up and flared out her wings, unfolding them to an extreme level. The Fae said that she could fly with them, which lifted Rose's heart a little, but she had the cock tongue to deal with first.

Max would deal with less frequent cock transformations, though they would not affect his ability to move, just more of an uncomfortable annoyance than anything else. He was the most amenable one to the Fae and, frankly, they liked that he had asked to be transformed into an animal.

Lara sighed and leaned lightly against Ciri, both of them feline, settled in their forms, even though they were not bodies that they could have ever imagined choosing for themselves.

“No… No, I would never have thought of any of this," she said, taking a breath after a long pause. “But this is our life now, our world now. We can't make it our own but we can learn to live with it."

“All that studying really doesn't seem worth it anymore, huh?"

Lara barked a laugh, bumping Ciri gently with her shoulder.

“No, no… But we're at the centre of change. That could be better."

For their perspectives had been changed too, as much as their bodies. And, in a way, their very fates had been transformed.

Only the next few years would tell quite what more would be transformed.