FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(M tf hyperballs, ram, ctf...sort of?)

Lionel was tired of his lack of a girlfriend. Bristly short black hair, deep ocean blue eyes, 6 foot... a belly that puts a pregnant woman to shame, unfortunately. Okay so he isn't exactly a supermodel, he isn't ugly, either. The problem is his dumdrum life and job! Sure he needs to do it to get by, but he is constantly having to work overtime because someone else fucked up and it gets dumped in his lap. No time to work on his figure because he is forced to sit in an office chair all day, with the only background noise the clacking of keys. And for what? Just to go back home and watch brainrot level of entertainment because his braincells are on cooldown, till he needs to go back to work again. So between work and rest, when the hell is he supposed to go find a girlfriend?? Doesn't matter how he looks- if he doesn't search in the first place, he isn't going to find shit.

Great. First night in a while he did not have to stay overtime, and there is a traffic jam. Everyone trying to get home as fast as possible, caused an accident, and now no one gets home quickly. Did not help that he lives on the border of the city- the only thing further out than his house is dirt roads and farmland. Lional started to rock back and forth in his seat on the drive home, he cleared the traffic but now had to go to the bathroom bad and wasn't sure if he could even make it home, arrgh! He looked around the car frantically to see if he forgot an empty container or something he could just use for now, but no. He keeps his spaces clean.

Glance in the rearview- no one. Too far out, there are not that many homes this far out in the first place so no traffic here. He groaned and slowly pulled over to the side, the edge of a seemingly unowned field. He started pissing as he looked out over the rolling green hills of grass. Oh to be a simple critter, in an ocean of grass to nibble on and not have to worry about these damned boring ass jobs in the first place.

"Pissing alone handsome?"

"ACK!" Lionel was startled and instinctively went to put it away but her hands rest on his shoulders from behind to stop him.

"Woah- hehe, watch your stream! Didn't your father ever teach you to never piss into the wind?"

Lionel's face was beet red as he quickly finished and put it away, but when he turned around he gasped and jumped back so hard he almost broke the wood fence he is in front of!

He is a bit over 6 feet tall... this woman had to be at least 8 feet tall, but her figure was not at all thick like his. Her legs so tall because they had an entire additional segment- cannon bones, her legs end in hooves instead of feet. Her form is nude save for the tight curly white wool that grows from specific areas. Her face is the mid length muzzle of an ewe, though her head is adorned with ram horns, curling around her ears in a giant spiral. Each layered segment of the spiraled horns spawns its own small rounded spike.

Her skin is pastel pink, her wool is snow white. Her labia blush pink though, her lips and the end of her nose are candy pink as well as her areola. On her chest are two D cups but in her crotch is a two segment udder, with each segment about the size of an entire football each, and about the same shape too. Her teats are wide cones, while her nipples up top are inch-long meaty cylinders. Her ears are long but have rounded ends, and she has a tail over her butt that is sort of just a fluffy plume.

Her wool covers her legs up to her thighs where it only covers the outer but not inner thigh. Her arms are coated in wool except for her hands, and like on her legs it doesn't touch the inside of her upper arms- but does spread across her shoulder blades. The entire rest of her body is devoid of it. The hair on her head emulates wool though and is extremely massive. It trails to her butt and is made of thousands of gigantic curls of snow white hair. Her pupils are horizontal rectangles and her iris bright yellow. She is... a sheep woman??

She leans forward, bending over a bit so her breasts wobble into more of a free-hang off her chest as she runs her hand up Lionel's chest. "You appear... maidenless."

"Damn, even my hallucinations are making fun of me now."

"I am no hallucination!" She stood up straight again, puffing her cheeks up in a bit of a pout for a moment and putting her hands on her hips. "I am Orah! A demon!"

He cocked his brow looking her up and down again. "I mean. I guess you have horns, so you... sort of look demon...ish."

She let out a huff and took him by the shoulders again, this time spinning him around to look at a barn behind him. "I could sense your tension from my fields, come, I could fix your woes for you!"

There was no barn there a second ago! Not just a barn but a stone path leading to it through a gate in the fence that also did not exist moments prior! The universe as you know it is how your senses interpret it- and Orah senses the universe in a different way than humans, so by being with her, your perception shifts, allowing you to see part of the world that was until then- unperceivable.

Lionel just blindly followed her, a bit too baffled by the whole situation to fully process the information, so he was just on auto pilot for the time being. Inside of the barn was a massive amount of hay stacked up with sheets of all sorts of colors draped over top of it, collecting in the middle where bedsheets and pillows were strewn about on a nest of loose hay. Was this her... bed?

Lionel shook his head as Orah dart to her nest of blankets and spin around, plopping down into it. "Wah-wait, woah, what are... you suggesting exactly? Where is this..?"

"This is my home! I could see your lust, and thought I could help."

"My lu...st..? Wait. Wait if you are a demon- what do you want in exchange?"

Orah motioned to the soft bedding around her. "Same as you- a fun time! You want to put your equipment to use, and I want to use it."

He heard sheep bleating coming from around the barn, glancing out the still open barn doors and seeing hundreds of regular sheep wandering the field that was formerly empty. So this demon is offering to... have sex with him? Well, she certainly is pretty, and has four tits.

"S-sure."

He wandered closer but as he was about to step onto her bedding she put a hoof up against his shin to stop him.

Orah sits up and with a deep breath, blows toward him and his clothes are removed entirely from his body as if they had been made of vapor!

"So while I am with you anyway- what is the problem in the first place? Why have you no one already?"

"I mean..." He motioned over himself.

Orah just shrugged. "Looks fine to me."

"Heh, thanks. But I am not exactly hung like a horse."

"Not small, either."

"Well my gut overshadows it."

"Hmmhmmm, so, bigger endowments and tighter body, then?"

"Huh?"

She waved him forward with her index finger but before he could react his body was gently tugged forward by an unseen force, causing him to stumble over her! He was afraid he would crush her on accident but she easily caught him by the shoulders and stopped him, pushing his shoulders back to get him into an upright position, on his knees over her hips.

Stunned and not exactly knowing what to do next, Lionel just crouched there and let her play with his stomach. Her dainty feminine hands caress the skin and he starts to feel an odd sensation. A warm tingling, but very very subtle, radiating out from her touch into him.

Orah smiled at him gawking her breasts. "Touch them all you want. No one really visits my field these days so me and my herd are rather pent up too."

He gently cupped them and rolled them in his hands, then squished into them feeling the soft plump skin bulge up between his fingers, her nipples like stiff eraser nubs against his palms. Orah pushed into his gut suddenly and Lionel huffed and froze in surprise. The moment she pushed in he felt the pressure on his groin instead of his stomach! Like the wires had become crossed in his nervous system. She pushed on his stomach but it felt like she was pushing outward from his groin, under the base of his penis! His dick throbbed and spat a blob of pre in response!

She moved out to the sides of his belly and pushed inward and then forward and the pressure got even worse! His stomach was moving as if it had become softer than it's supposed to be. Her hand started to sink in! That should be impossible- with the skin folded into the center like that, it should be too compressed already for her hand to move in like that! It was like... she is folding his body back in on itself. She places her left hand on his hip a moment to stead him as she shoves into his gut with her right hand harder!

Oooh the pressure! His dick is waving up and down without stopping, an unbroken trail of pre dripping onto her lust-fattened mons, making her entire crotch glisten. Huge pressure, pushing forward, narrowing as it starts to move forward. The chords running down into his balls stiffen for a moment, then his balls clench and start to swell bigger! Like flexing the muscles in your arm- they clench and swell, but when they unclench they do not return to normal. So every flex makes them bigger! His dick actually makes a quiet *smeck* sound as his urethra yawns open, stiffening a long moment as it becomes bigger and wider, bulging off the underside of his shaft. Then his veins pull taut, dark violet a moment looking like cracks in his cock before they fatten, bulging out from the surface, becoming a much lighter violet as they fatten almost to the girth of a pencil!

For a moment his cock looks... angry, almost. Absolutely riddled in abnormally giant veins, purpled glans and reddened skin. With a mighty gurgle, Orah has to quickly shift her hands again! Her right hand sunk so far into him his body looked like it was liquid at first- like she had somehow reached through his skin and put her hand right through him. She grabbed the sides and shoved them into the massive indentation she made on his guts and then once again centered her right hand on the front- and shoved forward! Her hand sinks in, tugging on his skin, pulling it taut all over his body... making his entire body seem slimmer. But he does not feel the pressure on his gut at all- it is on his crotch. So the more force she shoves into him the more force he feels exploding out behind his genitals!

His cock suddenly bulges in the middle making it look almost round for a moment before the pressure shifts to in the glans and his cock stretches longer, restoring its proper shape as well as spreading the fat veins out better, so the surface isn't buried in them. Balls now the size of baseballs each! Dick at least 8 inches and growing! The pressure moves forward up into his balls and shaft, but the tension can be felt all the way back to his deep crotch still just as strong. The mass that was formerly his fat, being converted and crammed into a place where it is more wanted!

One last fold and squeeeeze forward! His cock shivers with tension as more meat is forcefully crammed into it, stretching it almost as thick as an energy drink can and at least ten inches long! Balls the size of softballs now- big enough to hold in a single hand but a bit too large to encompass is only one hand. She playfully rolls the end of her index finger in his belly button before giving his taut tummy a playful slap.

"There ya go. Now, how about we put that beast to work?"

His cock had never felt as hard as it does now! He was far too horny to even question anything. He was... thin again! And fucking hung!

Lionel leaned forward squishing his hands against her tits as he lifts his hip, drawing his dick back through the cleavage of her udders before hooking it under to feel for her honeypot. If the fat mound wasn't easy enough to feel for on its own- he could tell where his cock was by the heat radiating off her. He could feel her stretch around his now huge glans and then snap shut as the edge of the corona popped in! Damn she is tight... but also elastic. In spite of the tight fit- she doesn't seem to be in any discomfort at all. Because she is so tight he could not shove into her all at once- though he tried. Going an inch or two deeper with each thrust he forced her passage further open, cramming more cock into her as she starts to bleat like her sheep! Though, her voice much more melodic.

Her udders plap against his crotch with every thrust, jiggling energetically against him. Lionel could feel every ripple of their hot flesh against him. His hands eventually went to the bedding on either side of her and he lowered himself to place his face between her tits instead, needing the harder surface below her to brace on as he started to thrust more energetically. Her vaginal passage rippled around his cock, tugging and pulling on it in strange ways. He was too horny to question the tugging and odd pressure shifts. His genitals were being conformed to hers to maximize their pleasure!

Orah giggled and moaned, squirming under him in several orgasms before he came. She must have been controlling that by magic too- because he hit orgasmic levels of pleasure almost right away, without actually ejaculating. Her four tits wobbling and flopping everywhere over her squirming body under him he finally exploded in his own orgasm! He could feel his urethra stretch around the force of liquid erupting out of him! Usually it is the powerful clenches of the cock itself that jet the fluid forward- but this time it erupted out of him without his cock needing to do anything- exploding forward by internal force, a lack of room for it all. Only once the orgasm was already mostly over did the clenches of his shaft help deliver the last few spurts with equal force to the tidal wave they are trying to live up to.

Lionel was in bliss, resting on top of her with his face pushed into her tits for a few minutes. Orah just pet his head gently, softly humming in her own pleasure.

As Lionel finally slid out and pulled back though, his heart tightened in horror. His genitals had been transformed! They aren't just bigger- they only look partially human! His balls were covered in wool!! Short wool, but, still noticeably wool. Cream colored. His cock is even thicker than before he started having sex at the base, but almost the original girth at the tip giving it a gradual taper to it. His foreskin was now more a medial flap bunched up thickly behind his glans which have now swollen into a large oval shape! The urethra is longer than his cock is, jutting out a long distance from the glans, like a two-inch spike!

As he returns soft, the ovular glans regress, and the medial fold automatically flips over it to hide it, the urethral procession gets soft and thinner. The shaft collapses back into more folds of flesh, before a wooly nest of flesh in the base of his crotch folds forward, swallowing the rest into it- revealing he now has a sheath. Sort of. The sheath isn't as long as it's supposed to be, so it does not run up his belly at all, it's just a fat nest in his groin. He has never seen this genital shape before but was given enough context clues to deduce his dick was now only somewhat human, and mostly Ovid- she gave him the endowments of a giant Ram!

"W-woah, wait what ha-aaaaaah, turn it back!"

"Wuh?" Orah sat up with a confused look on her face. "Why? You have such wonderful endowments! You wanted to be bigger and more virile??"

"Yea, not to have a ram penis!!"

She lowered her brows. "Well that is a little racist."

"...sheep aren't a race, they are a species, for starters. Secondly- turn it back!"

"Well easier said than done, now. When you orgasmed with them you sort of cemented in the changes."

"FFFFFFFF- wait, harder, but not impossible??"

Orah grunted with frustration, then sighed before lifting a hoof under him, placing it on his chest and kicking him off to stand up again, hands on hips. "For being so rudely ungrateful for my gift- I will have to ask for a little more as compensation this time." She motioned out the open doors behind him at all the sheep. "Notice something missing?"

He looked at the giant herd, confused. No, not really. A lot of sheep in a field. There are so many it sort of just looks like a field of fluff. He shook his head.

Orah sighed, speaking up again. "There is no ram. My herd is only ewe. So, before I will turn your genitals back; you have to help my herd. You have the endowments of their kind now- so service them. Mate with half of my herd, and I will reshape your genitals again to whatever form you need."

"WHAT?! You want me to fuck SHEEP?! Are you fuc-" He trailed off a moment when he turned back around to see how irritated she looks. The demoness is also half sheep- might not be a good idea to shit-talk her species. "I... I can't. I won't! There has to be something else!"

Orah snapped her fingers and his clothes suddenly appeared on him again- now quite snug fitting in the crotch, while his shirt is so oversized it can barely stay on. "Then how about this? You have the genitals of my people- either use them on my people or prove your detest and do not use them at all. If you do not ejaculate in the span of a week, I will revert the changes and restore your entire form to how it was before we met. If you change your mind and come mount at least half my herd, I will give you whatever genitals you want." She stomped her hoof and the barn around them started to collapse in on itself. "Those are my terms."

The barn seemed to fold in on itself- individual pieces collapsing into thin air, till the barn had simply vanished entirely. The field empty; the herd of sheep gone, and Orah flickered out of perception as well for now, waiting for Lionel's decision. Okay, well, a week without getting off shouldn't be particularly hard- he has no girlfriend.

He also has gigantic junk. No one at his job seemed to question his ill-fit clothing the next day at work. Even his smallest shirt was a bit too big on him now, but no one seemed to notice he now weighs only half as much as he did just a day ago. He was self-conscious mostly about how he walks, because he can feel his massive genitals shift from side to side with every step. They weigh so much now. His proto-sheath hides his dick away quite well so the bulge isn't that bad, but... that only applies when his dick is completely sleeping. Many half-erections happened at work that day, causing it to press into the front of his pants, partially trapped in its sheath because there isn't enough room to unfurl.

Given his predicament it was hard to not think of Orah and that reminded him of the fun they had yesterday. Then his mind wanders thinking about her udders and breasts wobbling around, only to snap back to reality when he feels the pressure building in his pants again. Soon it was not just Orah. Seeing the other women around the office made his mind wander. He has a massive cock now! It feels sooo good, but he can't use it! Well- he can use it, but Orah will curse him if he does. But he becomes more and more absent minded... Orah made him hyper virile, and increased the size of his balls as well as his cock. Which means he is raring to go with almost no refractory period... which means Lionel also gets pent up feeling faster, and his body starts nagging him to get off.

He barely got anything done at work that day before returning home. He could not keep his thoughts straight. As soon as he got home and took his pants off, he had to toss his underpants into the laundry- absolutely sopping wet with pre built up in it. His immediately flopped out into a lazy chub, wobbling around out of its sheath at all times. The arousal made him feel like he had a fever, and he just went to sleep that night with no clothes at all, sprawled on top of the covers.

He was looking over the fields of grass, he could hear sheep all around but could not see them. Orah placed her hands on his shoulders and spun him around!

"My, what a hard erection you have... for not enjoying those endowments."

"N-naa-a-a-ah!" He clapped his hands over his mouth in surprise of the sound he made!

Lionel was shrinking! He had to look further and further up to see Orah's face!

"Enjoying them and just saying you don't is cheeeea-ting. The hornier you get, the more caprine you will become. Your humanity... hmm..." She shrugs after a moment of thought- by then Lionel is so small he is only as tall as her hoof! "I guess I can just melt it down- into cum, to make you even more virile! That way once I have proven you are a liar, you can serve my herd even better, for wasting our time."

"Wait, no-!" He sat up startled and sweaty, realizing it was a dream.

Half hour before his alarm goes off to go to work, uuuuugh. Might as well just stay up at that point. When he stood up off the bed to go have a shower, he immediately cupped his hands over his crotch! His balls are heavier! A little big bigger too- and his pubes!! The short wool that replaced his pubes is a bit longer on his body, and now trails up to his navel! Oh no- seeing her may have been a dream but that may have been the real Orah, just using a dream as a medium to contact him.

How the hell does he prevent himself from getting horny?! That doesn't mean he enjoys these genitals, that just means she overcharged his sex drive! She is going to try and melt his humanity down into cum??

When Lionel had his shower he was too afraid to touch his junk, just letting the water and soap wash down onto them on its own, afraid of waking the beast if he tried to actually touch it. It is once again out of its sheath, wobbling around lazily from his groin. Not erect but not completely soft, either. Afterwards he dressed in his loosest pants that he could actually keep up, afraid of what contact with the fabric will cause to his bits. He had to press his dick into the front of his underpants so he could thrust forward and try to partially force his dick back into its sheath in order to get his clothes on properly, using the prison of cloth to prevent it from erecting.

At work he was once again lost in thought constantly. Even when he was avoiding thinking of anything lewd, he was using too much of his brain's processing power to think of anything else, either. Any time he looked at any woman his cock twitched. Trying to not think about what they look like under their clothing is still technically thinking about it.

He groaned and rubbed his eyes for a moment, trying to clear his thoughts again to concentrate on work. When he opened his eyes again he jumped in his chair so hard the wheels almost flipped him into his back! Orah is sitting nude with his computer monitor between her legs- images of sheep flashing on the monitor instead of his work.

She grinned. "Surprised?" He frantically looked around at everyone else nearby, but Orah just shrugged. "They can't see me. Just like they cannot see the difference in you. I exist on a higher level of existence, which is how I can so easily distort perception of this level of reality- I have one more sense than you."

Orah started to climb off the desk toward him and Lionel immediately spun his chair to run from her, but she grabbed the back of the chair and pulled him back too quickly. Her hands wrap around his shoulders and as he struggles to get up out of the chair- she puts her hands down the collar of his shirt to massage his chest, holding him in place. He can feel her breasts on the back of his head, parting as she pushes her chest forward, sitting lightly over either of his ears!

His pants tent- the force of his cock increasingly, shoving the fabric out of the way to push out of the sheath! In spite of how viscous the fluid is, his dick is pumping pre hard enough to be visible on his outer pants now too! His balls roll up, patting his crotch gently but then clench hard, swelling suddenly! He feels light headed and a very subtle, hot tingling ripple through his entire body, collecting down his torso and concentrating into his crotch! It is like his balls are trying to suck him into them!!

Lionel tries to struggle and slip free again, but she pins him with abnormal strength. "Where are you off to? I just wanted to talk. To... whisper in your ear. Don't you like the sound of my voice?" She cooed in his ear, her pitch lowering to a sultry tone. "You liked the sound of my moans the other day. When you filled me so perfectly. With your big. Thick. Sheep. Cock."

Dizzy, room feels like its spinning. Downward suction inside his whole body, his balls grow bigger and bigger! They are starting to resemble a honey melon in size! His cock suddenly springs forward and then slams down on his belly with a wet slap!! His balls grew so big they stole all the fabric, pulling it down off his dick which is now too big itself to put back inside! Without the cloth compressing it backwards into its sheath, it immediately swells to full erection!

Another employee walks back, pausing a moment and cocking an eyebrow before continuing on. They... didn't notice anything wrong. They see what he sees- they just think its normal thanks to Orah. He only paused because of Lionel's reaction to it, is what seemed odd to them, not the change.

"Mmmm, those look full. You should empty them. I know where you can empty ram balls. You could have sex endlessly with my herd. By the time you serviced them all the first will be ready again. You wanted to be more virile so I made it so the more you fuck, the more you can fuck. Your refractory period will shrink with every mount. Till it simply doesn't exist at all."

Lionel still squirms trying to slip free of her. His forearms and shins now have a layer of cream colored hair! Thickening into a mat- growing more wool!! He can feel his tail bone squirming below him, growing into a little nub! His humanity is being sucked out of him by his own balls! When his testicles clench they pull on the rest of him. Slowly melting in the heat of his arousal.

"And then... it goes into the negatives. Not only can you fuck sooner- you want to. And then even deeper into the negatives, you need to fuck sooner. Then there is no problems mounting whatever I send you way, because you are so desperate to get off that you don't even care. You just don't think about it- you just enjoy it! Over and over again!"

Orah shoves him down into the chair hard, sitting up and leaning over him! Her wobbling boobs plop down against his face as she climbs over him to arch far enough to kiss the tall urethral procession on his dick, sucking up the pre it is still drooling! Another clench! A downward rush, balls getting even bigger! Almost as big as a soccer ball each now! His finger and toenails are starting to thicken, turning black from the added layers of keratin.

"Stop! This wah... w-wa-a-a-a-ah-sn't part of the deal! You're che-e-e-e-eh-cheating!"

She popped off his dick, pushing herself up by his chest. "Oh you big baby. Maybe I should have turned you into a lamb instead of a ram."

Orah vanished for now, melting into the air as if she were made of colored vapor.

Lionel technically did not need to cover himself- no one but him noticed anything amiss, but he still tried to anyway. His cock could not fit into his pants even if it was soft- and it no longer seemed to want to return soft anyway. He pinned his dick to him, under his shirt, while his balls entirely filled his pants on their own. Every time they shifted around, churning, he glanced at them in fear. Were they just mixing around what they already contained, or getting ready to draw more of him inside?

Now he could not concentrate at all! He had to just randomly tap on the keys to make it seem like he was doing work while not actually doing anything. Thinking about the situation or his body at all caused it to clench and throb. How can he not think about sex when his own body has become a sexual abomination?! His balls can't even fit on the chair with him, he has to sit at the front of the chair so his balls can hang off the front, otherwise they will roll off the front anyway and rip his pants off along with them. He was so zoned out it was the end of the day before he knew it, and time to return home. Well there, one step closer to beating Orah's curse! One day down... six to go...

On his drive home he kept seeing sheep out of the corner of his eye only to look over and see nothing there. His own paranoia, or Orah playing with him? He got home, ate dinner and basically went straight to bed. Could use the extra sleep and the less time he is awake the less chances he will make himself unintentionally horny. With how pent up he is already feeling- he will likely spring a boner at any female that appears on TV.

Lionel got up late at night- still pitch black out, though he did not bother to look at the actual time. Shuffled into the kitchen feeling his giant balls swinging around under him. They were human again at least. He opened the fridge before pausing at that thought and slowly looking down at himself. His junk is huge- but it is human. Wait, right! Orah isn't around right now so the curse she added after isn't active, just the original blessing. He grabbed his huge erect cock and his ass hit the island counter behind him as he started masturbating right there in the light of the still-open fridge! Orah isn't around so he can masturbate! She won't know if he got off or not!

His cock is so thick like this that it is like trying to jack off someone's arm. A veiny arm, anyway. In spite of their massive size his balls still slowly lift themselves off-rhythm to one another, lift slowly to his crotch, squeeze, and then abruptly and heavily flop back down to the bottom. The gouts of pre are so big they make wet slapping sounds against the tile of the kitchen floor! His glans to taut the helmet head glistens in the fridge light. He imagines her plump breasts, and then her even bigger, fatter udders. N-no not that part. That is a sheep feature- he should focus on her human features. Like her long legs, her dainty little hooves and fluffy white woo- no! Her... her cute face! Triangular nose, er, no eyes, horizontal slit eyes... h-her hair is beautiful like... like long wool.

Lionel groans and slows his masturbating. His balls both lifted, taking turns patting his crotch without falling back down. A gurgle from inside them! W-wait, why would the curse..? His brow furrowed at the broken logic he was leaning on currently and another audible gurgle from his balls woke him up! Ah yes, dream logic- only makes sense in the dream. He never woke up to get a snack he has been sleeping the entire time! Rather than masturbating he has been thrusting his erect ram-rod into the bedding under him!

He rolls over quickly in shock, his pleasure spiking dangerously high! His hips lift off the bed, giant demi-sheep cock waving in the air over him in a stiff arch. He can even feel his taint clench as a stream of pre erupts out of him for a full three seconds without a break! He just came SO close to orgasm. His balls groan and the skin rapidly stretching almost sounds like a pitched-down version of someone running their fingers on the surface of a fully inflated balloon. His vision becomes incredibly blurry a moment- his pupils stretching into horizontal rectangles! His hands and feet become abnormally elongated and his middle two digits swell much thicker than the others.

"Aaah, ha-a-a-a-a-a-ah! F-fuuuck me-e-e-e-e-eh!""

The proto tail he had grown yesterday in the office now bloomed into a bushy paddle shaped tail. His hips hit the bed again and his now medicine ball sized testicles sink into the mattress from their weight! Holy... fuck. That is all... HIM! That is his humanity filling those things! The bigger they get the less like himself he becomes. The endowments he technically wished for are what is dooming him. That is why Orah's teasing isn't technically 'cheating'. The part he dislikes and wants to get rid of is the fact it is shaped like a ram's pride. But that isn't the part that she is instigating, she is teasing his enlarged genitals and libido- which is the part he DID technically ask for, and supposedly does want. He wants a huge cock, but not to be a sheep, but his giant cock is what is turning him into a sheep in the first place.

He managed to get back to sleep, stuffing some bedding on either side of himself to prevent him from turning over in his sleep as easily to thrust into the bed. By the time he got to sleep in a puddle of his own hot pre he only managed to get another hour and a half of actual sleep before being woken up again to go to work.

When he heaved himself out of bed, he had to slam a hand into the wall to stop his momentum as his balls swinging forward almost yanked over the entire rest of him. His dick is huge but his balls are still on a whole other level. He would have stayed home from work entirely- but that just means he is alone with his thoughts and his ever-growing arousal. And no one at work is capable of knowing anything is wrong anyway. So when his pants didn't even come close to fitting, he just tied a bedsheet around his hips and either ball to help hold them up, then put on a pair of flexible shorts, leaving them down in the front for his giant nuts to hang over. That is about as clothed as he is going to get. When getting his shirt on he noticed the hair on his shins and forearms is now a dense mat of curly cream colored hair- a lot more wooly.

Lionel also had to go barefoot- because his feet and hands getting longer prevented him from fitting into his shoes or socks. Felt weird as hell having his bare foot on the gas petal as he drives to work. Between his legs and his balls- all the space under the dash is taken up with his flesh. His cock isn't erect but it also refuses to back itself away, wobbling around over his nuts uncontainable by his clothing, occasionally bobbing forward enough to bump the steering wheel a moment. When his balls clench now with arousal, they only partially lift- anchored by their weight. Instead he feels a subtle tingle and movement within. Instead of pulling his balls up- it's trying to pull his body down. His giant nuts trying to draw in more of his humanity.

He took his foot off the gas entirely for a moment, leaning forward as he felt dizzy and his vision blurred a moment. A powerful clench, his balls swelling a bit bigger. The gentle movement of the car rolling down the road over loose rocks was enough to pleasure his giant balls. The car almost started to veer off the road till his eyes snapped fully open and he course-corrected himself, remembering where he was! His balls must be threatening to drawing out his intelligence too- he momentarily blanked and forgot he was driving a car!

He glanced at himself in the rearview and groaned at the pale bulges on either side of his head- the blood draining from the skin as keratin masses form below, threatening to give him horns! He then gasped when he seen Orah sitting nude in the middle of the two back seats!!

She leans forward to whisper into his ears. "Do you think I should get my teats pierced?"

"G-go away!"

"Maybe one of those round bells? Either teat. Jingling when they jiggle~"

"Nnngha-a-a-h!"

"So you can HEAR them bouncing and flopping about~"

He heard a bell jingle and his balls gave a mighty clench!! His vision was a blur, he took his foot off the gas again! His hands and feet start to deform even worse- the middle two digits become huge but mostly in girth, making them squat and clunky. The outer two lag behind, getting spaced away from the others. His large toes and thumbs regress entirely- ignored in the changes the other digits received, they instead shrink and become simpler in function. His finger and toe nails now pyramid shaped blocks... tiny hoof segments.

His nostrils stretch, becoming wider but collapsing in height- the end of his nose angled down giving the nostrils a triangular shape as the cleft up the front to his upper lip deepens! The teeth in the upper front of his mouth shrink, now looking like little bubbles of bone rather than proper teeth! Sheep only have teeth on the front bottom jaw- they are rudiments. His black hair starts to develop cream colored roots, and lengthens a bit, starting to curl over on itself, gaining properties of wool rather than hair! The wool patches on his shins and forearms now wraps all the way around- instead of only growing on the outer facing side!

His vision cleared again and he was at the side of the road- partially driven onto the grass at the outer edge of a field. He went to smack the mirror in anger for doing this, but then remembered it was what he seen in the mirror, not the mirror itself. What did he..? Right, Orah! He turned to look at her but there was nothing in the back seat- she already vanished again. Or had she been there at all? His balls are starting to tug at his memory, so maybe he was just miss-remembering? He cannot drive his car like this with his hands malformed. He is going to have to call in sick from work after all- except now he has to walk back home on foot... if you can even call them feet anymore.

"Uuugh... why me? Wh-AH!" He went to stand up out of the car only to be yanked back into his seat!

He tugs one way and then the other and the steering wheel follows!! Had he still been driving- he would be steering the car with his testicles! They have grown so large that they are both pressed into the floor of the car, and wedged into the bottom rim of the steering wheel, so when he tries to pull them out- he yanks the wheel to the side. It takes a bit of squirming but he does manage to pop them out. That seems like it should have hurt... but didn't. His balls have actually changed consistency. There is so much liquid inside of them compared to their solid mass that they are a bit amorphous now- you can deform their shape quite a bit without actually hurting them.

He stumbled out of the car and may have fallen over, trying to stand on these malformed feet, but his balls hit the ground and helped anchor him in place! Even when fully standing, Lionel's balls touch the ground! The cloth he tied around his hips to help hold them up came undone back in the car. There isn't enough fabric there to tie these up anymore. He walks a bit, humps on reflex to the pleasure. Walk a bit, hump, shot of pre. Walk a bit, hump, hump hump!

"Ba-a-a-a-a-ah!"

He surprised himself with the sound- he didn't even intend to open his mouth at all! Is his body... starting to act on its own?? If his humanity, including his human mind is being sucked into his own balls... that means there is another mind replacing his in the head. An animal equivalent of himself- a beasthood to replace the humanity.

Orah appeared in front of him a few feet. "Aww, hey... having trouble there, huh?"

"Y-ya-a-a-ah. Hard to... thought."

"Aww, come here- your house is this way, you can do it. If you run into trouble I can help you."

Lionel stomped forward, waddling quite a bit to move around his gargantuan balls as they drag on the ground. It was double difficult because when they clench, they partially lift off the ground, which releases the tension of dragging them sporadically while he is trying to move, threatening to catapult him forward. She is so pretty. Fat, neon pink udders big enough to bury his face in!

He groans and lurches forward, his dick practically vibrating a moment, his balls drag up to him and he is yanked back toward them. A rush from inside of himself, tingling down to his balls suddenly. Vision goes blurry, mind utterly blanks for a moment. Balls audibly stretching bigger and bigger! Now resting behind him they are large enough that the top back of the balls are touching his ass- all he has to do is lean back slightly and he can use his own testicles as chairs. Wool spreading over hands and feet, and up to his knees and elbows, then a tiny bit past. More wool on his back, spreading from the base of his tail up the small of his back! Another patch started to grow on his chest, but still looks like white hair at this point. The hair on his head is longer now, and even more curly- only the very tips are black, the rest is now cream colored. The bridge of his nose gets wider and both his jaws extend slightly.

"Bua-a-a-a-a-ah!!" His bleating is thunderously low, much lower pitch than his human voice.

Worry! About what? Genitals? But they feel so good... sooooo good. So FULL! They aren't supposed to be this full he needs to empty them!! He makes a few absentminded thrusts. Why so full... ORAH! He completely forgot for a minute that she is the cause of all this!

"Na-a-a-oh! Y-y-yeh-you make Lionel wrong! My... my thing wrong." Oh gosh, he sounds like an idiot.

Talk properly or she is just going to make fun of you! What are the word..? You meant to say... fuck, so full. Need to- wait, what was...I..?

Intellect draining into his balls, turned molten by his hormones.

Orah shrugged, motioning for him to follow. "Your home is this way, you need to get home, right?"

Yea! That is where me was... not car-ing. N-no, was... footing to me place to... something. Need to follow pretty to me-place.

Even in his own thoughts words he formerly knew were going missing, making it difficult to sort his thoughts. He was forgetting what things were called.

He hopped up onto the wooden fence and started humping it! So horny he was thrusting the top of his dick on the bottom rung of the fence to try and get off! But- but he isn't actually trying to do this! His body is doing it on its own!!

Lionel tries to get off the fence, and his body just locks up- caught between two different commands. His dick throbs against the smooth wood of the fence, oozing a line of pre. Balls pulsing. Aaah s-stop that!!

Crunch, crack, and a few muffled pops, the tiny hoof segments become big! The outer two digits fold back becoming dew claws, his thumb and big toes regress to nothing and the inner two digits become the primary segments of a cloven hoof! Unlike on Orah- his shins shorten as what used to be his foot lengthens into a cannon bone, so his overall leg does not get any longer. Balls gurgle and wobble entirely on their own. The suction is only detectible deeper inside now. As if he was starting to hollow out- no more humanity to steal at the outer edges of his body.

"Ba-a-nngh!" He clenched his mouth closed, cutting off the beast version of himself from talking using his mouth.

Seeing his attempt to get off was failing the ram version gave up and Lionel wrestled control back, getting off the fence. He dragged himself forward on all fours now, unable to balance on such dainty little hooves on two legs only. His giant balls heavily dragging behind him. When they clench, the momentum of the liquid inside helps nudge him forward. He needed to get home, because that is where he was going before Orah showed up. So he follows her to get there. He knows he can trust this because he was doing that before she arrived. His IQ had plummeted too far for him to question why she would be trying to help him with anything in the first place.

Smells in the air he could not identify before. Other sheep! Ewe to moun-n-no! Don't want sheep! Do want to cum! He starts thrusting into the air again, his giant balls wobbling behind him- so much liquid mass at this point they are almost gelatinous. Gotta stop. Feels so good, don't want to but neeeed to... stop. Can't cum! That is HIM in there! Never mind Orah's bet at this point- the cum filling those balls is effectively Lionel himself, which means if he ejaculates he will be ejecting his own body!!

He wobbles from side to side, his thrusts stuttered. He wants it but doesn't want it at the same time. His body needs to cum so bad but his life needs him to not. He squirms in place, not knowing what to do, so desperately, deliriously horny he can't think. He spots a cute ewe nearby the stone path, and she glances back at him over her shoulder while flicking up her tail! She exposes her black skinned vulva, anus and the naked base of her tail's underside among the white wool around it, like a flag.

A rumble in his chest, his eyes widen, mind blanks! Vision vibrates. Several second-long streams of pre erupt like he was already cumming. Balls lurch forward into him from behind so hard his back hooves briefly leave the ground! The sound of gurgling inside, the sound of stretching on their surface! Bigger and bigger they swell! Patch of proper wool on his chest now- the stripe from his tail parting his entire backside down the middle! Wool on his limbs reaches his hips and shoulders!

"B-bah-haaaah-a-A-A-A-A-AH!"

He lets out a loud, deep bleating as the skin on his forehead ruptures and massive horns grow quickly from his head, curling more as they grow, forming the same loose spirals as Orah's horns, minus the mini spikes.

Lionel trots forward a bit against the increased weight of his balls which at this point are the same size as his entire body. They are drawing in not only his physical mass, but also his personality, intellect, memories and ego- so his balls are actually going to get bigger than just his physical form. His heavy breathing has a rumble to it that is almost like a low pitched bleat itself. He went to mount the ewe, because she is new. She wasn't part of this and thus isn't part of the problem... is she? Wait, she is. If he cums, he will eject himself!

Why is she here though? Wait- why is HE here? He recognizes this stone path! Everything looks sort of... strange. Lionel could not describe it but... it feels like he is looking through someone else's eyes. Like he is riding second-person perspective in his own body. Sensations like his hooves against the ground don't feel as... intense as they did. Distant. Is he... going numb? Oh no- his sense of feeling must be getting drawn into the balls too!! If he doesn't stop this, he is going to get exploded out of his own body! This won't be his body anymore, it will be that of a sheep! He is only on day three, he ain't even halfway to the end of their bet and already fucked beyond salvation.

Lionel looks up at the barn and realizes Orah deceived him again, but did not lie. She brought him home... just, not HIS home. She brought him back to HER home- which is why there are hundreds of ewe now around him to entice his body into giving him up to the curse!

Lionel turned to leave and almost felt like he was drunk. There was a half second delay every time he attempts to move and when his body actually reacts to it! He is losing control of it! He looks up at his car, not remembering what that machine is even called at this point. That isn't the way home- there was something wrong with it. So then what is the way home?? Fuck! He can't remember how to get home! He... can't... remember what his home looks like!

Orah clicked her tongue as his confusion but smiled and crouched down behind him. "Aww, poor tup. You look so stressed, and pent up." His entire body shivered when her hands gently cupped the surface of his giant balls. "You need to release some of this tension. So many ewe for you to have fun with. No point in hoarding all this to yourself."

She started to gently massage the giant globes and they gurgled in response! The surface becomes taut and stretches still bigger!! Need to get away but, but firssst, aaah. Feels so good, just a little to feel better, then he can resist. Just a bit more. Moooore. So fucking full! So much that wants to come OUT!!

His dick is spewing pre so readily at this point it is like someone left the sink running, his urethra is bulged out with the fluid travelling down its length constantly. His dick isn't even pumping the liquid- it is just escaping him entirely on its own from lack of room to exist inside of him anymore. Even his prostate must be the size of a fricken softball at this point- her 'blessing' of libido erasing his refractory period and making it so he can be horny all of the time, endlessly.

She pushes into their squishy surface, rolling the huge balls under her palms to knead the outer flesh and the thin wool of his nutsack. Every time she lets up and moves her hands, his entire body shivers and his balls swell a bit more- and his mouth releases another short bleat in approval without Lionel himself meaning to at all. The beast in him is doing it, not him- he no longer has that level of control on his own body.

Wool consumes his entire body! His chest pops rapidly, becoming deeper and more barrel-shaped overall. Neck vertebrae becoming longer, hair turns entirely to wool. Horns get even longer. His vision blurs, face starts to push out, deforming the bone of his skull! Limbs numb up to the fist joint, then the second! He cannot feel or move his own limbs! His body starts to go numb! Face pushing out more and more- a much finer fur creeps over it beyond the reach of the wool which halts at the edges. The longer his jaws get, the further up the bridge of his nose is angled as it becomes the top of a muzzle! But that shoves up and back on his forehead!

Vision isn't clearing this time, still so blurry. Can't focus on anything! So hard to think. So horny. Her touch feels so good, need more, need this so bad! So desperate! If she stopped rubbing his balls he might just curl over and start sobbing from the absence of her touch! Need to stop, resist, but need more of this touch first. Just a bit... a bit.. m..muh? Wuh? Vision starts to fade- everything going dark!! Blind! Can't think! Can't even remember his own name! What is going on, where is he... WHO is he?? As the face finally pushes out fully, the forehead is compressed into the top of his skull- drastically shrinking the space in which his brain can occupy, force-ejecting what is left of Lionel into the balls of the ram.

The ram immediately starts scurrying toward the first ewe it spots- no longer having an annoying human in his body trying to tell him what to do. But, he doesn't actually go anywhere. His balls anchor him to the ground- his hooves are going but his body isn't. Each testicle is the size of a giant beach ball or faire pumpkin, but, squashed oblong by their own weight.

*Aha I can think again! Thank God. But... where am I? I still can't move.*

Lionel was very confused. Unable to see anything, smell anything. He can faintly hear distorted sounds though- sound is vibrations in the air after all, so you can technically feel sound. He can feel but his body is strange- he cannot move it, only feel it. It feels so very good but like usual- extremely pent up. The pressure gets more concentrated toward his head, like it is trying to open up and fire straight up through...

*Oh my god..!*

Lionel realized what he is feeling as his 'body' is the giant mutated genitals of the sheep. His entire essence is inside of its balls- so now it feels like its genitals are his body itself! That is why he cannot see- dicks don't have eyes. He could think again because his consciousness re-joined the rest of his intellect, in the balls, in the form of cum.

"Oop, you look like you need a hand there, big guy! A load so big you need someone to help carry it all!"

Orah wedges her dainty hands under the giant balls and heaves them up, the sheep never stopped blindly trying to run at the ewe so the moment his balls were lifted from the ground he darted forward. Orah carried his gargantuan balls using her demonic strength, so he could mount the ewe! When he mounted, Orah let the balls drop and they sloshed so far forward that its back hooves did not even touch the ground- he was literally sitting on his own testicles while humping the ewe!

Being in the female-only herd with Orah; the ewe has been very needy for a very long time, immediately bleating happily that she is being mated, but also in surprise by just how giant his member is! He stretched the walls of her pussy around his shaft so tightly!

Lionel shared none of the body with the ram now- but he did share all of the pleasure! His entire 'body' trembled with the pleasure! He almost exploded immediately, but against the ram's will; Lionel clenched the muscles in his groin, forcing back the orgasm. If the ram cums- Lionel is GONE. His entire existence is this stud's load. But he has no control over the body... he can't make it stop humping. So the pleasure keeps coming and intensifying!

The ram's body rocked from the ewe's back to the upper surface of his own giant gelatinous balls and back again. His balls wobbling heavily back and forth from the movement, churning the remains of Lionel. Lionel felt his heart- er... the equivalent of what WAS his heart flutters at the force of the pleasure. He is the genitals- only the genitals. They are his entire existence and the sex turned his entire existence to pleasure! His cock has needed this so badly. It has only been two days but it feels like an eternity! It feels so good that he wants it as much as the ram does! But he is afraid too- knowing what happens if they finish. He keeps clenching, trying to resist the pleasure. Maybe if he is stubborn enough the ram will tire itself out and give up.

The rippling muscle ribs of the inner vagina feel so good, grabbing and tugging on his shaft! The pleasure causes her to automatically grip the cock and try to draw it further in. The pleasure inside the ram numbs the other sensations in its muscles... like Lionel, trying to clench them. The muscles flutter- the pleasure and the will to clench and resist cannot inhabit the same tissue at the same time. The pleasure makes gaps in the will to clench down, weakening Lionel's already abysmally limited control.

Thrusting in, the vagina gripping the shaft, tugging the skin back, tugs the urethral opening open a bit wider- to Lionel it feels like someone forcing his mouth open. He is holding an ocean of sperm in there- please do not open the mouth!! His whole body clenching, tightening the pleasure receptors sending a shock of pleasure with each, and making it feel like the giant supply of cum is shoving harder inside of him, trying to get out. Pleasure keeps coming, numbing his control!

Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen. Frantic thrusting started to slow and weaken, more rhythmic. The ram panting with effort. The ewe a bit confused as to what the problem is, but not complaining because she has no refractory period either- she can keep cumming as long as he keeps humping. Lionel cannot clench for long- the muscles numb and slowly relax back fully, but he can clench hard, briefly. Timing his tension to when the pleasure starts to take a sharp turn upward, he can divert it long enough to abort the orgasm over and over again. They have been on the edge the whole time, and have dumped so much pre it's been pouring back out of her from lack of room, but the ram hasn't been able to cum. It is tiring out! Lionel won! Now he just needs to do this for... four and a half more days.

A dainty hand claps against the cleft between balls sending a ripple through their amorphous mass and a shock of pleasure from behind! The ram bleats and slams forward as his cock clenches hard! Wait, no! Lionel calls a foul! Interference!

Orah rolls her palms against the backs of the giant balls, kissing their surface before nuzzling them with her nose. "I gifted you the pleasure you wanted for free, but you were rude. So now I will take what I want from your genitals instead, since you didn't want them."

No no no! Wait, waahaah-ho-holy shiiiitt. Feels so good, so fucking GOOD. The ram starts thrusting frantically, aggressively! So much pleasure so fast, too fast! No breaks! Orah keeps massaging the giant balls from behind! They clench, shoving all the pressure forward into his body and head- the cock. So much! His body is being stretched around it trying to force its way out. Aaah haah! He can only clench hard in short bursts- the pleasure doesn't ever stop!

Thump thump, bleat, thump thump, clench, bleat, thump- too much! Everything going numb! Feelings, mind, thoughts, soul, everything numbed by pleasure! Thump thump thump, whole body trembling in pleasure, throbbing! Heaving, stretching from pressure it's so much, SO so much! Can't hold it all!!!

Lionel's body rung with pleasure too sharp and constant to even think, to comprehend he was being erased! What felt like his upper body and head was stretched wide by the flow of his own essence as he ejaculated himself! The ram's thrusting once again slowed greatly, but his orgasm did not. Cum was erupting from around his dick, overflowing the ewe in moments and not stopping.

Orah continued to massage the balls of the new stud she managed to find for her herd, helping ease out the load as the balls slowly shrink and become more solid, the scrotum tightening to the new size as they go. Ten, twenty, almost thirty minutes the orgasm finally tapers off. The ram's balls stop at the size of a honeydew melon each. Its libido still through the roof. He was ready and raring to mount again- he only took a break to drink some water and rest his muscles and then he found the next lucky ewe to mount. No refractory period- no necessary downtime, he can just fuck and fuck again without end.

Lionel furrowed his brows. *Stop... calling my name. What are these sounds she is making? Why is words so... what does she want? Why is she speaking English to me? Why do I know what language she is speaking..?*

Lionel looked up at Orah, very confused.

"Oh good, you are remembering, yey! That took a while, but you are back!"

*Back from wh- oh my god! Where am I? WHAT HAPPENED?!* "Baaaah! Ba-a-a-ah, ba-buh...bah." He furrowed his brows in frustration, trying to speak English but unable to.

"Yea, don't bother- you are a sheep, you cannot speak English." He looked down at himself as if realizing what he is for the first time, making her laugh. "You are two years old already and just figured out who you are! Sorry- sheep brain can't really fully process your consciousness so I had to wait till the lamb reached maturity before using my magic to 'expand its mind'!"

*LAMB?!*

"You were used to impregnate the first ewe the new ram fucked, so your essence ended up transferring to the lamb. Once it matured into a ram itself- I 'woke' your ego up, so you remembered who you really ar- er, were. Now, you can do whatever you want. The ram your body turned into is enough for me and the herd, so if you want to wander off you are welcome to. Or you can mount and settle down with your own ewe. No more boring jobs for you, no worry about getting a girlfriend. Just eat grass, laze about, and fuck. There is only one weeee little problem." She motioned to another ram who looked equally confused. "She gave birth to twins, soooo, Lionel; meet Lionel."