FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(Multi-TF, Deer, Wolf, Horse, Tree, Salmon traits)

Bit beefy, so CTRL+F to jump to sections- I only listed the 'prime' TFs of the sections, there are lesser TFs in each as well

Part I : Dark (MtF multiudder, FtM hyperphallus, wings)

Part II : Pale (F tf Aquaharpy, M tf demi-peryton)

Part I : Dark

The town of Highland Lows, is... well, the lowest point of what is considered the highlands. Built at the mouth of the river where it flows out into an ocean inlet. Often mired in dense fog the cobble streets give way to darkwood plank docks often webbed in fisherman's lines. As part of the highlands it is far north, before the roots of the vast mountains that border the frozen hinterlands.

Joseph is an alchemist who had frequented their town in the past, heading even further north to a cabin in the roots of mountains. The townfolk had only seen him infrequently when he came down to look for supplies on the back of his stallion Dusk. Little did the town know that one of his experiments had gone wildly out of control, and was about to become their problem. The escaped experiment wandered to the next closest settlement- and go figure; that is Highland Lows.

It was a dark night, though it seemed content to only rain a few drops at a time here and there. The streets were foggy but the threat of rain kept the fog low to the ground, swirling about your knees like you were walking in soup. The river that divided the town in half just looked like a stream of mist. Marcy, a fair skinned woman with black hair was heading to the local pub when she became uneasy. She felt eyes on her but glancing around revealed no one visibly around her. This late in the evening everyone has gone home to sup or gone to the pub already to forget their woes.

Of course- Marcy only looked around her, not up. On the rooftops a very large and very long creature plods softly. It's monstrous body long enough that it can simply step across the street to the opposite rooftop without needing to actually jump. Once it had been a simple apple tree. The alchemist Joseph had used it as the original test subject for his genetic experimentations, and now the addition of multiple other animal traits has turned the tree into quite the creature. Unfortunately the reason Joseph's experiments went out of control is because the pollen produced by the apple tree spread the traits without his control. That fact has not changed- the creature is able to spread the invasive animal traits like an infection to whomever it chooses. Now with a sapient mind; he is able to choose his targets.

A slight gust of wind stirred the fog around her feet as Marcy walked, and she slowed again, furrowing her brow at the scent of flowers. She turned to look behind her again, but the creature slunk down from the rooftops with a fang-filled grin in the lane beside her while she was turned.

"What a horrible night to have a curse..."

"AH!" Marcy jumped at the sound of the deep, smooth voice, but then shook in bewilderment and froze up at his appearance.

The hairs on her arms stood on end, and she immediately bolted toward the pub, making a mad dash to the light spilling into the fog filled streets from its multi-colored glass windows, made from recycled glass from the very bottles it serves its drinks in. That means you cannot see much out of the windows other than murky light though- so no one in the pub can see what she seen. A creature on six legs, with wings as black as night! Antlers on its head, hooves... some sort of Peryton-like creature? A... dark peryton?

She ran up to Dennis who was smoking out front, trying to clear his head with the cool, moist air outside before going in for another round. Marcy frantically told him about the creature following her but he of course did not believe her. Another gust and the scent of flowers, Marcy ushered him back inside to escape the stalker.

Dennis did not think much of it- it is a pub, it's full of people spinning wild yarns about just about anything under the sun. He returned to his table in the corner, grumbling at how he is one of the only people at the pub solo. Normally it would not bother him, but his mind kept wandering to the women at the pub tonight. Been too long without, perhaps. His skin felt a bit taut tonight, like it firms against the cold, except he isn't cold. He found himself with a rather awkward erection. He tried to ignore it but his hand kept wandering toward his crotch, finding himself touching it lightly under the table. With a blush at his own actions he gets up and slips into the bathroom- hoping maybe splashing some cold water on his face will snap him out of this.

When he went to the bathroom he glanced at his reflection but then did a double-take. He looks... at least ten years younger! His skin is so... soft and smooth looking. His short beard was solid black again, no longer peppered with greys. He backed up into a stall, already having his hand on his zipper to unleash the erection trapped in his pants. It changed too! It looked thicker, felt heavier. How the heck is this happening and where can he sign up for some more?

He plopped down on the toilet and dropped his pants entirely, flopping his balls out- though they seemed unchanged so far. He felt an almost feverish longing that caused him to stroke his meat immediately. Something he would never think of doing in a public place like this normally. The urethral bulge up the underside of his shaft flexed hard on each throb as well. The expansion of his girth seems to have added extra layers to the outer skin which made most of his shaft feel a bit softer to his hand than it did in his cock itself- but the urethra still felt taut. A brief sensation of warm tingling- almost like a mild itch. His body wanted more of it.

A glistening bubble of pre adorned the wider head and he placed his index on it to gather it up but paused there- there is more give in the flesh there than usual. His urethra is wider, his finger actually parted it partially open, sinking a bit into it. He held his shaft with one hand but rubbed his finger from the other hand on the head, nudging the urethral opening. Teasing it caused it to throb more frequently, causing the itchy longing to linger between pulses. His dick felt... hungry. He froze a moment with a gasp as his eyes widen. His index popped inside! The end of his finger actually fit INSIDE his urethra!

The feeling of being stretched around his finger removed the itchy sensation entirely and turned it to a warm tingling pleasure- at least as far in as his finger managed to penetrate. But that caused him to slowly thrust back and forth- trying to push deeper into his cock to get at the itch further down. Feeling the bulge of his finger inside the urethra with the other hand stroking the shaft was so bizarre. It stretched out almost comically far- looking like it should hurt but instead only felt better and better!

His entire index finger eventually fit into his urethra! A pleasant pressure started in the base, then a powerful throb of tightness in the veins up the shaft before the entire cock got even wider! Pent up pre erupted from around his finger as the passage got even bigger! Between the drinks Dennis already drank, and the haze of hormones- his logical mind was put on hold, so rather than be worried about what the hell is happening, he was just further turned on. His balls are doing jumping jacks in his scrotum at this point- though still unchanged by what was happening to his dick.

His ears become pointed without his knowing, then the cartilage starts to thin, removing their definition- making them thinner. The middle finger sticks out the furthest- so Dennis went to switch to using the middle finger in an attempt to return to that blissful stretched feeling after the new growth, but for a moment both fingers stretched the opening. Pressed together he could fit just the tips of both inside, and it felt awesome but only on the very end of his dick since he could not get them any further down. He did not even notice the skin color of his cock becoming even more saturated, making it almost look a full skin tone off from the rest of his body. Even though he was still fully erect, his penis started to feel soft in his left hand, the skin easily manipulated on the overly girthy shaft.

He could feel a pulse up all the way from deep inside, up through his taint as it became wider under him as well, bulging out. Then up the shaft, then suddenly his fingers slipped inside! Two entire fingers fit in his urethra! Dennis groaned. It felt so good but not enough, not tipping him over. He was burbling pre like a broken faucet but the itch of desire... deeper. His dick now far too wide for his left hand to encompass, he instead reached under his balls and pressed in on the taint. It partially collapsed under the pressure and he rubbed along it. It did feel good, but not nearly as good as having his fingers inside of it. But his fingers are not long enough to go any deeper!

Dennis' ears now leaf shaped, able to flick and turn on their own. He tries to spread his fingers several times- stretching the passage feels so good. After a few moments he wonders if he could fit more- and tries a third finger! He switches to ring and index, then attempts to force the middle back in between them. The skin struggles- but slowly starts to stretch under the force he is applying. In spite of how taut he is forcing the normally very delicate skin- it only feels good, which encourages him to keep going. Pinky on one side, thumb on the other rubbing the corona of his wide glans, he plunges the other three fingers in and out. The wider his cock becomes the more spread out the blood pressure becomes and its entire structure starts to shift. He is more aroused than ever, but the dick is becoming softer and more malleable. The skin tone a dark peach now, starting to look more rosen; the skin tone normally only reserved for the engorged head was now overtaking the entire member. His balls have been clenched up against him for so long the scrotal skin tightened to them, making it impossible for them to lower again.

Dennis was oblivious to the eight dots that now adorned his midriff to his upper crotch- also the same rosen hue. His ass was only hovering over the seat now, he was half-standing over it, leaned forward so he could pound at his crotch with both hands frantically trying to extend this high. It felt so good, but he wasn't getting any closer to a climax, there was no end in sight, just a constant, consistent pleasure. One hand on his taint, the other slamming his fingers into his hungry dick, he did not even realize they were getting closer together. His dick getting wider, looser, shorter, fatter.

Four fingers now, then quickly he took them out and pursed all his digits together before wedging the tips of all five in, but only fit the tips. That is what he wanted though- the stretching feeling cancels out the itchy hunger entirely so only the pleasure remains. His balls popped up into his pelvic floor entirely! The scrotum pulled taut again; the extra flesh being stolen by the still widening cock! Massive thick folds of fat, rubbery flesh turning a red-pink.

Dennis' rational mind comes back into the picture as he gasps in shock and leans so far forward his head hits the closed door of the stall! His entire hand sank into his cock, squashing it even wider, and even shorter! A nest of fat, rubbery flesh! It felt like his urethra somehow peeled away from the rest of his dick?? Did he somehow break his dick?

He straightened enough to slowly remove his hand, holding the opening open loosely with just his fingertips to try and discern what he was even looking at. His fingers were never in his urethra- that opening had somehow sunken in on itself and divided, his hand was inside of an entirely new, separate opening. He could see his urethra inside of the greater opening, just under his cockhead... which was essentially all that was left of his actual dick, the shaft itself was inverted into him. The part that just peeled away was the outer skin, part of what was formerly his foreskin, but transformed now... into labia. He is looking at a bizarrely projected, massive vagina.

"I have a pussy?!"

Suddenly there was a voice from two stalls over. "Hah, called it."

Dennis lowered his brows. "Oh sod off."

His new, mutated genitals clenched like a gulping maw, wanting more, but now he was too afraid of what was happening to himself to continue. His cockhead was essentially a giant clit now- the urethra on a slight basin below it rather than ON it. It didn't really look like any normal vagina either, though, with a perfectly circular opening that purses back into a sort of wide cone-shape when nothing is holding it open. He shuffled his pants back into place, squashing all the maleable skin back into his crotch so nothing was outwardly noticeable and darted out of the bathroom. Maybe if he doesn't touch it, it will go back to normal?

He was going to go home but then decided- he needs a drink now more than ever, and instead returned to his table and ordered and even harder drink to wash down this new information.

Meanwhile Marcy was having a similar problem- her fear of what she seen outside melted into an unwarranted arousal inside as she started to warm herself up with her own drink. She had started to play pool with two guys and another woman, but became increasingly absentminded as the evening went on. Her clit started to pulse softly, her panties damp. She kept thinking about what the guys were packing under their clothes, even though they were not even that attractive to her. She just felt so damn horny, any male was starting to look 'good enough'. She started to lean over the edge of the pool table, waiting for her turn. Grinding her hip softly against it hoping no one will notice. She felt an odd pressure behind her and felt around, finding an odd bump! Right over her tailbone, like a bubble of gristle. What the heck is THAT?

"Uuugh, I am not feeling too great, gunna have to bounce. Be in the bathroom for a while..."

She quickly darted to the bathrooms and glanced around to see if anyone else was in there before picking the far stall and slamming the door shut, immediately yanking her pants down! The bubble already swelled bigger in her dash over here- there is now a rubbery feeling cone over her butt!

"Maybe tha' guy was right, I am seein' things tanight."

She squeezed it like it was a blister, causing the rubbery muscle and cartilage inside to shove backwards and the bone immediately shoved back! Her actual tail bone started to emerge through the middle, expanding the cone bigger and longer around it! Little chubby cone, long big cone, then the muscle flinches as new nerves grow to connect it all, and she has a little naked proto-tail! She groans and her stomach gurgles at a powerful dull ache in her lower gut- no idea what that is. Her pussy clenches, but then the skin tightens, so regressing its size! As if stealing its mass- her clit starts to emerge from its hood, looking like a fat cone of neon pink itself! Marcy cupped her hand over her crotch- her throbbing clit between her fingers and her fingers resting on her clenching labia. The folds in the looser skin start to pull smooth, tightening. Vaginal passage is shrinking!

"F-f-fffuck me. What form o' curse is this? Fuckin' twat is clenching so hard it is tryin' ta turn inside out!"

Her lower guts ache, her pussy is clenching so hard the muscles are cramping, but her clit is red-hot and pulsing an itchy pressure while her forming tail is a very pleasant, soft feeling, like a good stretch, as new muscles flex for the first time.

Longer and bigger her tail grows, quick thick as well. Still no fur on it. Her clit starts to slide further and further out- the muscle rings of her vaginal passage popping out into its base to allow it to stand further and further out without folding under its own weight. The internal portion of her clit is turning external now- though the glans have equalized with the forming shaft so there is no real definition between one and the other. The changes all happen at the same time making it impossible for her to concentrate on any one of them enough to figure out what is happening.

The ache inside of her is her ovaries mutating, expanding massively as they turn into testicles, which causes them to run out of space and get forced down. Her womb is already in an advanced state of atrophy and her vaginal passage is squeezing itself out of existence, but the gap in her pelvic floor where it used to go is still there- and so that is the path of least resistance for the new testicles.

Marcy flinches and darts forward suddenly when she feels the cold toilet seat brush her tail! Ack! It is THAT long already?! Starting to grow lower than her knees at this point- the base of the tail is almost thicker than her thighs! So thick in fact that her anus is now located on the base of her tail- facing forward. She gasps sharply and thrusts forward on reflex as the ache sharpens but then disappears after the sudden burst as one and then the other testicle pop out of her- plopping into what used to be her labia... which have at this point fused together to form a scrotum.

Her clit is now a tapered foot long dick, neon pink and very taut. Unlike a human penis- this has no looser outer skin to masturbate, if you grabbed this and tried to piston it without lubing your hands- you will just end up hurting it. It flicked aggressively as if trying to flag down her attention. Marcy was certainly staring at it already- but too afraid to touch it as if that would encourage it to grow bigger.

She jumped again when her tail now touched the floor! How the heck? Is it growing even faster now!? She turned around and furrowed her brow at how big the toilet seemed. Her pants slid off pooling on the floor. Marcy stood up straight and her collar slid over one shoulder! Wait- her tail isn't just growing bigger- the entire rest of her is growing SMALLER too! Her tail and genitals are slowly growing, but because the rest of her is shrinking it makes it seem like they are growing twice as fast as they actually are.

She whimpers as her dick seems to be getting closer to her face. Reaching down, Marcy lifts her hands toward it but cannot steady them- they won't stop trembling. Muscles twitching. Oh no, are her hands mutating too? Her tail seems to have stalled its growth for now- it still has no defining features to know what creature it is even supposed to belong to. She seems to have stopped for now. Afraid that touching the new cock will instigate more- she tucks it under her loose shirt since there is no way she is getting that in her pants while erect. She had to pull the loose cloth forward and tie a knot in it to keep her pants up at this point. She is a good bit smaller than she is supposed to be. Marcy looks out of the bathroom to see if anyone is nearby and then carefully slips out trying to avoid everyone's gaze.

By this hour though, a police officer enters the front of the bar, clacking his baton against the wall to get everyone's attention. "There have been several sightings of monsters in the streets tonight." Several people laughed. "I know, I know. We haven't found whatever they have been seeing but it is too many reports from too many people for us to ignore. So, for now- no one leaves. We are asking everyone to stay where they are, if we see you in the streets we will have to ticket you for obstructing our search. Let us figure out this 'dark peryton' business an we will let you all know when you can head on home tonight, alright?"

Marcy's eyes flared wide at that news. So the peryton IS real?! It is probably what caused this to happen to her! Oh... but if someone else finds out she is transformed... they might think she is also a monster and lock her up along with the peryton. She needs to lay low- but now cannot leave the pub.

The officer joins several others outside the pub, coordinating which path each of them should take- trying to move in a grid formation to herd whatever it is into a corner for capture. None of them expected to find an actual monster- but there was most likely some wild beast on the streets that needed to be removed.

He scanned the swirling mists over the cobble streets, the moist air beading up against his helmet and baton. His flashlight scanned the narrow streets head of him occasionally jumping at a cat darting through the mist, or another citizen who hadn't been told to go inside yet. Finally his light scanned over the antlers of a deer! A small buck, but it was standing upright?! Wait- it is wearing human clothing! It is only a buck from the hip up- from the hips down it is a perfectly human man!!

"Monster!"

The buck's ears flicked back and he looked around frantically. "Where?!"

"Er..." The officer pointed at him. "Y-you, you daft wanker."

"Pardon me? I am most certainly not a monster! It is I- Wallace, the town hall clerk? Something unbecoming has befallen my hands at the moment and I cannot venture a guess as to what..." He held up his tiny deer hooves.

"Uhhhh..."

They both jumped at the sound of hooves clacking against the rooftop overhead, looking up to see a figure appear there above. The officer's flashlight was almost blindingly bright as it reflected back off a the ghost-white hide of a pale peryton.

Joseph timidly gave them a half-wave. "I uh... I think I can clear up some of the confusion."

Dennis meanwhile was not getting any better. Tucked into a corner, trying slouched behind a bottle of booze as if to hide behind it, he was not shaking his horniness, and his changes were still getting worse, slowly. He shuffled his seat several times, needing to lean to the side as a bulge appeared at the back of his pants, before a meaty cone of a tail flicked out over them! Once freed he could sit normally at least, without unintentionally crushing his own tail. The loose folds of flesh on is monumentally enormous pussy starts to tighten slowly, with each clench. This caused the folds to iron themselves out, but the labia to look even plumper. Darkening even further, looking almost bruised as they purple a bit. Slowly the shape changes as it compresses, looking more like an actual vagina rather than just a bizarre meat tunnel. The discoloration advanced up his bloated taint toward his anus.

With a drunken hiccup his eyes widened as the bridge of his nose pops loudly! It feels almost like someone squashing his nose against his face, causing it to spread out. The bottom of his nose pushed down and out, putting the base of his nose almost at his mouth! The bridge of his nose became double-wide but also did not stick as far out, causing his nostrils to become short but wide, making them slot-shaped at the ends. The end of his nose became textured and took on an almost grey flesh tone... looking like a halfway point between deer and human noses.

He groaned, squirming in his seat before reaching down to touch his still shifting genitals, but paused before his hand even got that far. Something else under his clothing? He lifted his shirt and only just now noticed the dots that had already formed on his midriff... except now they have swollen out into powder-red cylinders... his midriff is adorned with eight erect nipples!! They are like three times longer than his actual human nipples! Aaah, pussy still tightening! He leans back but shifting his weight allowed him to feel his anus is also growing!! He shifted his hips even further forward! Dennis is sunken in his seat, putting his weight on his lower back with the base of his hips facing straight forward off the seat awkwardly!

On the other side of the bar, Marcy is trying her best to avoid being seen, shifting her location while avoiding everyone else. She cannot clear her mind! Everywhere she looks she ends up visualizing what the person looks like naked, till her dick flicks itself against the inside of her loose shirt hard enough to snap her out of it. Her collar is now wet from absorbing pre! It looks like neck sweat outwardly. Her C cups keep the dick relatively contained but she doesn't have a bra on so her cleavage is open, the dick still has plenty of room to move. Her tail starts to drag on the floor. If she lets it droop straight down it also pushes her new balls forward. Her balls roll around in her scrotum, very slowly growing heavier too. Normal chicken egg sized, then fatter and heavier. Tennis ball sized... baseball... softball. Her nuts create a big enough bulge in her pants on their own, bulging up over her panties inside.

Everyone was busy talking to one another about the supposed monster outside, gathering near and peeking out the front doors and leaning toward the windows- not that you could see anything through them really. That mean no eyes on Marcy... which is good, because she is also still shrinking. Her collar now started to slip off her other shoulder. Her tail and genitals did not shrink with the rest of her though, so soon her cock was peeking out of her shirt in the front too. Then prodding her chin, over her chin, poking her bottom lip as if offering her a taste. Pressing past her lips.

Whenever she shrinks, even if it is a tiny amount at any one time; she feels light headed and a bit dizzy. Then after it clears she feels weaker. The smaller she gets the lesser her influence on the world around her- her body no less strong, but her muscles smaller in comparison to everything else. Her tail started to develop a weird shape to it- looking like a flat-head screwdriver for a minute before bony little projections started to stretch out the end and the skin between hardened as it is pulled taut. Even after it finished forming it took her a minute to figure it out through her haze of unwanted lust. It is a fish tail, minus the scales.

It is so big is drags almost three feet on the ground! She groans trying to stuff a length of it between her legs to hide it better but there is so much tail. And pushing it against the backside of her balls feels good. She cupped her balls against it from the front, moaning- but her moan raised in pitch fast! Her balls clenched and suddenly swelled even bigger- now the size of a dodgeball each, squashed oblong! Like the testicles of a large work stallion.

Marcy huffed several times, her lust overwhelming her! Her dick is rubbing on the bridge of her nose at this point! All she can smell is cock! Her vision turns pink as her brain blacks out everything that is not cock. A bulge forms in her tiny sheath that used to be her clitoral hood, shifts forward and then pops out! A fat ring of muscle on the base of her shaft! A... medial ring. Which means that is not the base. She has to bite her wrist through her shirt sleeve to muffle herself as an itchy, electrical pleasure erupts at a constant rate at the base of her cock. New flesh forming rapidly and peeling away from the old inside her narrow sheath! More and more cock, more and mooooore.

The medial ring rose higher and higher on fresh pink shaft sliding out of her- this portion webbed with pale violet veins that project a bit off the surface, which is not usually true for an actual cervine, though the genital size is also beyond a normal stag, so in spite of its overall shape- there is definitely horse genes influencing it. Her hands remained at her sides in defiance of it, even though she was thrusting away, grinding the shaft against the bridge of her nose, and thus technically masturbating regardless. In plain sight of everyone else. Luckily no one has looked over to the quiet corner she wedged herself in. The tip parts her black hair, and keeps going, taller than she is now.

Dennis has both hands on his midriff now, rubbing the skin. The pours shrink down making the flesh feel smoother and it becomes rubberier. It radiates heat from rapid cellular growth and blushes pink as it slowly starts to rise! The coloration spreads from the nipples though as a candy pink rather than the powder red of the nipple itself. The growth also spreads from the nipple, making the tits shaped like chubby cones at first. Because they are still forming the skin is very soft and rubbery, and every minuscule motion on or even around them sets them into a jiggling fit. Dennis thought at first he was somehow growing the teats of a pig- and it certainly looked like the endowments of a pregnant porcine; but that is because they still aren't done growing.

He scrunched his body up on reflex from an unpleasant prickling in his tail bone and slammed his kneecaps into the bottom of the table thanks to his awkward position, almost knocking the almost empty bottle over. Fur finally growing in? It feels more like the intense prickly feeling of a long-asleep limb coming back to life. Which in a normally untouched place like your newly grown tail- is especially unpleasant. No, not fur- quills! White quills grow out of the skin getting bigger and bigger, starting to bloat fat and then burst open! The thin outer shell sluffs off revealing a fan of golden brown bristles inside! Giant hawk feathers! His little cone of a tail blooms into a fan of huge feathers! He has a BIRD tail!

Dennis' labia finish pulling into a proper shape- a narrow teardrop shape as his still huge clit thrusts itself out abruptly! A spurt of lube and then the clit pops back inside. The bruised coloration of the labia darken even further, contrasting the still neon pink interior with now glossy black lips- the pussy of a horse. The muscles in his anus became more complex and much larger- causing the entire opening to inflate with the new muscle, giving him the doughnut shaped anus of a horse as well below his avian tail. He put a fist over his pussy as if to try and hold it back, but the feeling of itchy hunger continued. He pushed harder, his clit popped out parting the curtains a bit and Dennis flopped over sideways between two chair seats gasping as his entire fist sunk in easily. He shoved his entire arm up almost to his elbow- and only stopped because he couldn't bend over far enough to put more in, not because his pussy ran out of space. He moved his arm around in himself like the clapper inside of a bell, ringing pleasure through him, making him gasp and stutter, trying to remain as quiet as he could. Only his shoulder visible over the top of the table to other people so no one was looking at him.

He gasped at the pussy with his other hand as well but paused and looked wide-eyed at the eight teats on his underside, seeing the pink flesh spread far enough that it completely connected. It isn't eight teats, or even eight breasts. Canine and Cervine traits bled together, resulting in an eight segment udder!! Completely taking up the space between upper crotch and the bottom of his ribs are eight udders roughly the size of a D cup boob each. The teats are still fairly wide at the base under the cylindrical body, making them somewhat cone-shaped. The teats still bent and wobbled with the slightest motion, but now filled with bubbles of fat the udders themselves had more weight to them- so they are harder to set into motion, and also harder to stop once they get moving. He cannot reach his pussy without squashing his arms against them and jiggling them all around frantically.

Dennis was unintentionally making lewd slopping sounds shaking his fist around inside of his giant sized pussy. He started to slide forward from a pressure in his butt now! He had to scramble into a different position- only now realizing how awkwardly he is posed across two adjacent chairs. He had to roll onto his belly, groaning and agonizing over how he cannot paw at his hungry cunt in this position. He is not attracted to men at all but he NEEDS something huge in him soon or he is going to lose his mind. He wasn't even aware enough to realize his tail feathers are now plainly visible over the table top.

His ass got bigger and bigger, his thigh muscles clench on their own, then his groin muscles. Fat veins appear around his giant pussy before his thighs swell in size. Pressure, then a loud hollow pop as his pelvis is cracked in half! The two halves part, then rapidly grow in back together in the middle, causing his entire hips to expand massively! His ass got even bigger, even faster! His pants were already partially down in the back for the tail and the front to get his hands in there, now the expansion of his thighs and ass ensured he could not pull them up further than his knees even if he tried. In spite of his best efforts to remain hidden- his giant and still growing butt shoved hard enough against the edge of the table to knock the entire thing over!

The table slammed into the floor, the bottle broke and everyone in the entire pub immediately looked over to see him laying across two chairs with his butt up in the air- expanding to the size of a full grown workhorse mare, attached to an otherwise human body. If his corner of the bar was not already remote- it certainly is now. Everyone in the building ran to and wedged against the opposite corner, which was against the front doors. But by police order; they cannot leave. Suddenly they were a lot more willing to believe there was monsters out there- because there is also one HERE.

Marcy froze in place, her face so red it looked like a vein burst in her neck. Everyone else ran to the opposite side, which immediately called attention to her, who cannot move with them because she is trying to hide. Dennis is in the far left corner, and she is in the far right, past the bar counter which is on the front right. She stopped humping her face and stood up straight but that only caused her dick to jut even further into the air over her head! It yanked out her otherwise extremely baggy shirt- she had shrunk overall in size at this point almost looking like a kid, if it weren't for the fact she still has the figure of a woman. Her size regressed thanks to hawk traits.

Marcy's erection might be the only thing keeping her shirt on in the first place- both shoulders fit through the collar at this point, without the cock yanking it forward it might just fall off her. Her shoes, socks, pants, and panties are all on the floor under her, nowhere near the correct size for her current form. Because the tail and genitals are unaffected though- that means her cock is almost twice as long as her entire body is tall, and her tail almost doubles her entire mass!

Worse still- her hands had been pinned to her side in her stubborn and futile attempt to resist the call of her cock, so she failed to notice the tightness she felt was her hands actually changing shape. Her hands simplified as quills emerged from the bones becoming pinfeathers. Still blooming more feathers now as everyone turns to look at her- her arms have effectively been replaced with hawk wings! But thanks to her mismatched genitals and tail size... she couldn't actually fly, she is the least aerodynamic thing alive. So not only can she not fly... she also has no hands now, so she could not properly masturbate even if she wanted to.

The bartender stuffed a rag into one of the bottles of alcohol and grabbed his lighter in the other hand. "Burn the demons!"

Joseph burst through the front door with several police, forcing everyone else to back away. "Wait!" He looked around and then to the bartender. "Did you mean actual demons, or those two over there?"

"Those two."

"Yea, don't do that."

Joseph started to explain to everyone the situation again- though admittedly only a third of the people there actually listened to a damn thing he said. The rest were either staring up at his boobs or the udder that looks like it weighs enough to collapse someone's rib cage. Using alchemy, Joseph created a transformative potion and tested is on an apple tree only to fall victim to its effects because the tree unintentionally spread it in the form of mutagenic pollen. Joseph himself now stands as a shining example of the results if applied more thoroughly. His body looks like that of a pale peryton taur. Though 'he' still refers to himself as a male he is clearly hermaphroditic and honestly looks more female.

A muscular female human torso with short pale blonde hair, antlers that are in fact made of wood rather than bone that bloom into a small canopy of apple leaves over his head. The body of a deer though with the musculature and size of a huge horse, giant snow white wings on its back, and a large bushy tail. Even more noticeable are his testicles the size of a small beach ball each behind a four segment udder that weighs more than an entire horse carriage, and an almost hidden ring of skin folds at the front base of the udder that in fact contains a cervine phallus- the base abnormally thick thanks to wolf influence and a medial ring to help support the length thanks to horse traits.

Dennis rolled off the chairs, hitting his face on the floor a moment before scrambling up to his feet- his multitude of udders wobbling around energetically in front of him. "S-s-s-so you can c-cure me?!"

"And me?!" Marcy quickly stepped forward, but her dick bobbed and slapped her in the face causing her to half stumble back to where she already was.

Joseph smiled sympathetically. "Yes, absolutely ... in theory. I will theoretically help you as soon as I theoretically can, assuming we can theoretically deal with the current situation."

"...stop saying theoretically."

Joseph sighed. "Look- I don't have a cure, but I could presumably make one, if I actually had the time to work on it. But currently I don't because there is a monster on the loose I have to stop first. You two got transformed because the appletree I used as my original test subject gained sapience and is now running amok. I have to stop Appleseed from transforming even more people before I can even think of curing people."

Joseph brought the people outside, telling everyone to cover their face with their shirt for now, while they are escorted to town hall- the building that can house the most people at once, so the police can guard them while Joseph hunts down the tree monster. Everyone else avoided the two mutated people, though Joseph already explained they are not contagious. Humans do not produce mutagenic pollen so they have no way of spreading the changes to anyone else.

Joseph also introduced a crew of familiars he brought to help guard the people! A doe deer with the torso, breasts, and head of a human woman named Dorothy. A hawk the size of a horse with long flowing feathers on the back of her head and neck like a horse mane named Meso. A horse with cloven hooves, lithe figure and rack of a stag named Dusk. And finally a white wolf with hawk wings named Snow. They are the origin of the original gene samples, and have remained at Joseph's side of their own will, to help him.

The clouds had parted by now at least so a few patches of starry sky was being exposed. It is so late at night at this point that it is closer to morning than midnight. Dennis stubbornly kept his shirt yanked down in the front trying to cover as much of himself as he could even though his pants could not fit over his now giant ass and twat.

"So why is your tree doing this? You said he was sentient now so... he could stop doing this if he wanted."

Joseph sighed. "For the same reason I started this experiment in the first place. To help animals adapt and survive in a world changed by man. But Appleseed has a different approach to it. Mine was to use already existing traits to bolster beasts to be able to live in any environ."

"And his approach?"

"Terminate the human race, using non-violent methods."

Marcy tilted her head. "Non-violent extinction?"

Joseph nodded sadly. "Change people enough that they can no longer reproduce."

Dennis and Marcy looked at one another, then blushed and both became entranced by the new endowments the other possessed before they both snapped out of it and averted their eyes at the same time.

Marcy spoke up again as they arrived at town hall and Joseph moved to break off from the rest to resume his hunt. "I guess... our odds are not great? You sound like you are pretty used to that body of yours... which means you turned a while ago, and haven't been able to cure yourself..."

"O-oh, well I actually haven't attempted to cure myself in the first place."

"Huh?"

He motioned over himself. "A bit odd looking, yea, but functional. I did not do this to myself on purpose but I have learned to adore this form regardless. It just took a while to let myself realize how beautiful it actually is. All these traits came from existing creatures after all- and they work perfectly fine with them. So it is only dysfunctional if you try to use it like a regular human. After I realized I am not a -regular- human anymore, and started acting like what I truly am- there was no need for a cure."

Not very far from the evacuating pub, a woman becomes very light headed at the scent of flowers. She was walking over one of the bridges that criss-cross the river through the middle of the town. A haze of powder in the air suddenly. Her body throbbed, tightened and swelled rapidly! Her nostrils quickly expanded, stretching her entire nose larger and wider, inhaling even more pollen even faster! Her A cup breasts swelled up, but her nipples felt so tight, like someone was pinching them. Her breasts became glossy smooth and started to blush red from tension before her nipple let out a quiet wet *peck* sound and split into four!! Her breast tissue suddenly relaxed as the added mass had built up under the nipple- once it split the new flesh bloomed between and released the pressure to push the four nipples away from one another. Now her breasts are D cup with four teats, bent in four different directions thanks to her shirt no longer fitting properly!

Her muscles expanded massively, causing her abs to bloat out looking like a brick wall. Her huge upper back muscles and then swelling upper arms ruptured her shirt so fast it almost sounded like a balloon popping. Her nails quickly turning to charcoal colored blocks. Her skin tightened and stiffened as keratin bled onto the surface, turning it to a consistency almost identical to her fingernails before they mutated- and form into fan shaped plates that overlap at the ends slightly... fish scales.

Her ass becomes so big and muscular so fast her pants explode in half, revealing her swelling equine sex, but her tail bone quickly becomes far too big to be horse.

A blast of wind clears the pollen and the scent of flowers vanishes as Joseph lands gracefully to the road in front of her, glancing around a moment to see if he can spot the rogue tree.

The woman's transformation slowed- though not before her huge growth took the shape of a fish tail. Her feet turned to hooves, her hands were about to but stopped before they did. Her back and everything below her hip is covered in black fish scales, with the tail of a fish. A black fish-horse hybrid? Sort of like a kelpie then. Joseph could tell by the delirious and confused look on her face that she did not know where Appleseed went, either.

He heard a man yell out in what sounded like pain and took flight again. Joseph sort of needed a running start and even then sort of just glides- it isn't true flight, his body weighs too much for that, but he can still easily scramble up onto rooftops. He first ran in the direction he heard the yell come from, but soon enough had an easy visual indicator. A rapidly growing tree... that appeared to be made of flesh, not bark.

Well, this one wins the prize for the weirdest mutation. Joseph found a man on his bed, looking absolutely dazed and confused, his nose red from sneezing repeatedly. He has a huge horse neck but still has a human head with deer ears and antlers. His chest is adorned with the two segment udder of a horse, followed by a four segment deer udder mutated to be a size that made it more like the udder of a Holstein cow. Aaaand then his crotch.

His dick mutated into a tree, but still made of flesh, and it has no leaves, just lots of branches dangling apples that are all shaped like human glans. Each testicle below that is the size of a medium beach ball. Joseph is looking down at him from his roof- through the hole his cock made when it bloomed into a tree of flesh.

Joseph stood up straight again, hearing a soft plop on the roof of another building behind him, and the shuffling of feathers as two giant black wings fold closed again.

"I look inside myself, and see my heart is black." Appleseed circles around him slowly from behind. "No colors anymore, I want them to turn black..."

Joseph crossed his arms. "This one is particularly messed up."

"Yes, well that one was an accident."

"Oh?"

"Yes... turns out he is allergic to pollen. Who knew?"

Joseph quickly turned to face him but Appleseed reacted quickly and jumped away, darting across rooftops to lose him. In the dark of night Appleseed is almost invisible because virtually every part of him is black, he does have some silver salmon scales in the middle of his three torsos, and his head is adorned with the same 'plantlers' that Joseph has, though his are larger, since he was born plant.

Joseph gave chase, but Appleseed is apparently more nimble, and already got a few seconds head start.

All over town people were mutating wildly in various ways. Appleseed can spread any of the traits he has in his own body to anyone else, in whatever concentration he wants to mix and match. One poor man had to throw himself into the river because Appleseed gave him fish gills! A woman who became colossal with the stacked body size of all his traits, and the antlers of a stag sized up for her huge head. Which meant she could not only not fit through the doorways of her home- she can't even half-stand without eviscerating her roof with her own antlers! Her husband was having a fun time standing between her legs- at level with her torso-sized pussy while fully standing in front of her while she is fully sitting.

Another man became almost grotesquely muscular with the muscle mass of a work stallion stuffed into a still human body and unfortunately also had his intellect regressed to that of a horse. He can barely move and is too dumb to figure out what to do about it.

After once again losing Joseph, Appleseed grins as he encounters a young man sleeping on a rooftop that is still under construction. Heh, a lazy construction worker. Went to sleep on the job and his fellows just abandoned him there as punishment.

Mark woke to the scent of flowers in the air. Appleseed's thunderously deep and honey-smooth voice sounded out around him, but his body too dark to see against the night. "A man who knows to cherish life's pleasures, truely."

"W-who... damn, what time is it?"

"I will tell you what- because you amuse me, I will let you choose your own fate."

"Huh?"

"Everyone in town is changing- but I will let you change how you want."

He laughed, rubbing his eyes, still thinking he might be dreaming. "Oh yea? Well then, how about a bigger dick? Hah!"

"Granted."

"Huh-h-hooo!"

His balls drew into his pelvic floor so quickly it felt like someone patting him on the crotch. They swelled a bit before rolling back lazily into the scrotum. He quickly undid his pants to see his penis standing up in erection for seemingly no reason. His breathing sped up- which only infested his lungs with more apple pollen. His pubes started to grow more dense, but the hairs became much softer- turning to mat of brown fur instead. His balls swelled again, then his shaft, then his balls. His dick felt almost painfully hard- like it was more erect than it's supposed to be able to get. The overtightness increased his urge to touch it further than his uncertainty. The base- the base feels more swollen than the rest!

Mark slowly stroked his shaft, too worried about it changing to go hard. His urethra pulsed stiffer than the rest then started to outgrow the rest! It started to push longer than the dick itself, creating a urethral procession! The entire thing swelled bigger again! It took a slight hourglass shape to it- getting wider toward the top and bottom but not the middle- he could not close his hand around the base anymore, it was wider than his grip!

Balls enlarge a bit more- fur now starting to grow over the scrotum. His dick turns red from pressure and increased blood flow. The shaft getting so thick just under the glans that their shape is deformed entirely, making his shaft end in a blunt, abrupt stop. The base swells harder again his grip, making him groan loudly. The entire cock grows a bit bigger again! The foreskin feels itchy around the base for a moment and gets forcefully drawn back! It is starting to look like a huge dog cock!! The swelling base is forming into a knot, but its size is yanking the foreskin further back than it's supposed to be able to... it is peeling the layers of skin apart, turning the foreskin into a sheath!

"W-what, wait, I don't want a dogs... thing..."

"Pff. Beggars can't be choosers. You wanted bigger- you'll get bigger."

"No, but can't I-aaaah!" He winced, bending a bit further forward in his sitting position. Pressure, swelling, getting bigger! It is the length of his entire forearm at this point!

"You wanted bigger, no?"

"Y-yeah bu-mmmmgh!" It swelled even larger.

"Then have it." It pulsed. "Have more, it is what you wanted." A surge of growth. "Bigger, harder, better." It throbbed several more times, causing him to grip it now with both hands.

The knot swelled bigger and became more defined, yanking the foreskin further and further back. Fur is starting to grow up onto the base- threatening to consume the foreskin and turn it the rest of the way into a sheath! Mark needs both hands to encompass the knot already- either side of it is like a softball growing out of his shaft, with a slight divot on the top to let the arteries feed blood to the member, and the bulge of his urethra passing over the bottom of it. The veins in it did not grow in girth, but they did branch in number, concentrating at the tip and base, making the shaft look bright red around the knot and blunt end but pale in the middle where it narrows.

Mark started to frantically rub his hands in a circular motion over either hemisphere of the giant pulsing knot. It feels so, so tight, so any touch- anything softer than it is feels SO good against it. But his hands started to flinch on their own, and he brought them up off it as his muscles started to clench on their own, forcing his hands to contort. His pinky and thumb scrunched up away from the other three digits!

Mark watched in horror as the nails on his three middle digits grew darker as their thickness increased, and the bones inside started to shift and clunk around as the joints did not sit right anymore! They rapidly grew in size as he attempted to steal back control of them, but the bigger they get the less room they have to move, forcing them together no matter what. Soon the skin started to look like it was melting together, and the three digits grew into one another! His pinky finger and thumb regressed in pulses, drawing back toward his hand as they shorten, and then the stolen size fires up through the middle and into the other three, forcing them to deform worse!

Once the three digits fused together and swelled into a single massive, stumpy digit- the growth surges caused the hundreds of tiny bones in his hand itself to swell up and merge together! Less bones of a much larger size. Considerably more sturdy- but drastically less flexible. His hands turned into... hooves! Weird hooves, mind you. What had been his pinky and thumb were now dewclaws and the other three turned into a leaf-shaped hoof segment, which means he has a three segment hoof... which, no animal has naturally. More immediately concerning to him however... this means he cannot masturbate his achingly hard cock.

"Wh-why whay wuth...? Wud wong wuth muy moth?" Mark said as his tongue starts to lengthen, pushing against his teeth and then flopping out the end of his mouth every time he tries to open it to speak.

"Hmm? I thought you wanted a huge dick to drool over? Why not have the tongue to drool from too?"

None of the animals have a very long tongue... but if you add just the length of their tongues together- you get a long tongue simply from the sheer number of them you are stacking together. Flat and wide, like a wolf at first but then thickening and lengthening with horse, then more length with deer, then more length with hawk. Salmon could not contribute to this at least- fish do not have tongues. Er, well they have basihyal, which function the same as a tongue, but isn't technically a tongue. Unfortunately since no ONE of these beasts have a long tongue- none of them possess the trait of being able to retract it. Mark's tongue became too big for him to put it back into his mouth, there isn't enough room for it!

He hunched over his dick now, his butt still on the unfinished roof but his new hooves also placed on it on either side. He looked down at his throbbing over-tight shaft and whimpered like a dog. He shivered from the sensation of fur spreading across his upper back in a large mat, and then on the backs of his ears as they stood out and grew into the triangular ears of a brown furred wolf. The pressure in his oversized cock is the worst at the knot- the dick overgrew the sheath. Even after his foreskin was converted into a sheath it isn't sized properly for the member it's supposed to house, so it is strangling the knot like a rubber band that was folded too many times around an object. Trying to paw at it with his hooves will just scratch his drum-tight skin.

He gently licked the shaft with his long tongue. He did it simply because his tongue was already dangling there and he could do nothing else- but it felt good. He leaned a bit further forward and was able to coil his tongue around the shaft! He can masturbate with his tongue! Thanks to his drool, it was already pre-lubed. The soft malleable muscle coiled around the tight-as-a-drum dick flesh felt so perfect. He prodded the taut lip of the sheath and could get a bit of the end under it! He wriggled his tongue like a worm against it, slowly edging the ill-fit sheath back! With a sticky *shlick* sound; once the sheath was past the halfway point the roundness of the knot caused it to abruptly pop the rest of the way off, exposing the most sensitive back half of the knot! Touching it with his tongue felt so good he shivered from the sensation, immediately having to slow the movements of his tongue here.

Wrapping around the knot, coiling it like a snake, Mark played with his giant dog dong till he finally exploded in orgasm! Appleseed just shook his head as he watched Mark pass out post-orgasm, going from sleeping, to masturbating, and right back to sleeping. His massive tongue draped out the side of his mouth and rest on the unfinished roof beside him. Even after his giant member returned flaccid the latter half of his soft shaft was still exposed to the open air- it could not pack itself completely away.

The horizon started to glow pink as the sun slowly started to wake up. The cover of darkness would soon lift, and make it considerably harder for Appleseed to hide and transform people at the same time. Most of his work so far is somewhat experimental; he has not had human-level intellect for very long, so he is still testing the boundaries of his own abilities. He heard a woman hollering in the streets, and wandered closer on the rooftops. Someone freaking out about someone he already transformed? No. An older woman calling for the 'beast' to take her? So a crazy woman who actually wants to be transformed? Eh. Might as well- easy fodder if nothing else. Though having them be so willing certainly does take some of the oomph out of it.

She is standing out front of a church of druidism, so she has probably thought of being an animal long before Appleseed came along.

He circled around her before jumping to the bell tower on the church and climbing down toward her. "A willing sacrifice? Do you think me some sort of God?"

Melody turned to him and took a step back since he was almost directly above. "I have seen what you have done already in the span of a mere night. I don't know what you are, but I know enough to stay on the winning side. And humans are not it this time."

"Hah. What do you expect I will do with you, then? Leave you to preach to others to lay themselves before me?"

She motioned to the front doors. "Come inside, we can discuss this out of harms way."

She opened the doors for him and wandered into the large room. The druidic church has the stools arranged around a flower garden in the middle, which is under a glass domed roof- to let nature flourish even in the heart of town. Melody turned to see Appleseed slither in slowly, eye narrowed at the bright lights of the illuminated church interior. Organ music played as he entered, reverberating through its halls!

Melody turned to the musician. "Frank, can you not?"

He stood up from the organ reluctantly. "Aw man, I never get to play the boss theme for the villains, this fucking sucks ..." He wandered off, muttering to himself angrily.

Appleseed is both very large and very long, causing his movements to look a bit on the serpentine side. Once inside his front torso lifted up, letting the large G cup tits rest against his lower chest. His upper torso is human in shape though completely covered in black fur save for his areola. While mostly human in shape- his arms do end in wolf paws, so Appleseed is unable to pick things up. The fur gets very bushy on his neck making it look much wider than it actually is, and then his head is that of a black wolf. Crowning his wolf head is huge antlers made of wood, supporting a canopy of apple leaves over his head. His irises are a striking tone of green, like green apple skin. Appleseed has soft brown human hair on his head, but it extends down his long neck like a horse mane.

Where human hips would have been on his human torso are instead the shoulders of a cervine, and the forelegs of a deer... except covered in dark silver scales like a salmon, which turn an orange-pink on the inside of the upper limbs and the front of the chest. The black fur continues down, but only along the back, cutting a trail across the middle of the fish scales. On the upper back between and slightly below the deer shoulders is the rigid dorsal fin of a fish. Then the enormous rump of a huge horse and the rear legs to match; the hooves sheltered under long black fetlocks.

The most bizarre part of his anatomy is his wings fork from his tail bone- they do not have shoulder blades and simply socket into a two-sided bone pocket where his tail would be. That of course means he is incapable of flying- his wings are nowhere even remotely close to his center of gravity. Instead- they are used exclusively to spread and fan the transformative spores. The feathers are mostly all black but transition to base brown at the tips. It is anyone's guess how his genitals function- outwardly it looks like a huge flower bulb between his legs, covered in short, wide spikes at random intervals. The bulb is a diffused red- though he has large black furred testicles cupping the backside of the bulb. Each testicle about the size of a soccer ball.

Appleseed's form has three torso and three sets of limbs- four if you count his oddly placed wings. They are arranged in ascending order though, so his backs are on a gradual slope- his butt being the highest in the air while his head remains low to the ground to track by scent. Born an apple tree- but now he is a creature like no other, and thus views himself as an outsider to this world. He is not a member of any genetic families, and therefore regards himself as an ideal judge for other species.

"From what the pale peryton is telling people- you want to transform people. So they cannot reproduce. So they cannot live as people do, and are forced to return to nature." Melody shrugged. "I am a druid, I spend my entire career trying to get people in harmony with nature. I have no reason to want to resist you. But... I know leaving me human would create complications, so I was hoping maybe I could convince you to go easy on me...?"

She eyed the diffused red bulb in his crotch. It has seams on it in slight divots, giving it an almost pumpkin-like shape to it. Appleseed just smirked as she walked around him slowly approaching his crotch. Such an exotic form.

Melody brushed back her long grey hair, getting the giant loose curls out of her eyes as she kneels down. Her large D cup breasts press lightly into the bottom of the bulb as she places her ear against it and gently caresses the sides. She can hear his heartbeat inside. The surface almost feels a bit waxy. It has veins under the surface pumping blood like in a beast, but the actual tissue of the bulb is plant matter.

Appleseed plopped his equine rump down, holding himself upright with only the salmon scaled deer legs. "You want to have sex with ME?"

"Well I have an... appreciation for the form of all life. I have seen what you have done to some of the people in town tonight and you are the origin of the traits they transformed with."

"So you've some unusual taste."

"Is that a no?"

"I didn't say that."

The bulb made a quiet sticky wet sound as the dense petals were forced open by a writhing mass of tendrils inside! The bulb opens like a flower- and like a flower his actual genitals jut forward like pistils. One tentacle wraps around her leg, another around her side and scoops her off the floor while a third slips up under her shirt and coils between her breasts! His penis are so large and long when fully awoken that they could prod the underside of his own breasts on his upper torso- which means they are at least five feet long each. Each one is capped with a blunt-faced flared glans with a cone shaped urethral procession directly in the middle of it. A urethral bulge is visible on the underside of each shaft, and the surface is riddled with finger-thick purple veins against the otherwise pink surface. The flared heads have a bit of a purple hue to them as well, once they fully engorge. Once they are released- the bulb closes loosely on their base again making it almost look like they all have a gargantuan canine knot shared between them.

All three dicks entwine her, squirming under her clothing before yanking out in three different directions and tear her outfit off her, using only his cocks! He leaned further back, putting his weight on his horse rump and letting his deer hooves just loosely balance himself. Melody is propped up between the three slithering phallus. She reached up and cupped the underside of his G cups.

"Even larger than mine. Impressive for someone who uses male pronouns."

"They are unique only to human females, so it seemed a waste to not take them. They do feel wondering, so why not? Their gender symbolism is lost on me anyway."

"Oh I know how good they can be." She cupped her own impressive pair, temporarily trapping the head of one of the dicks between them.

The cocks feel so rigid, yet move so fluidly. Rather than try to squirm free, the trapped phallus just thrusts deeper in- taking Melody by surprise and popping the urethral procession into her mouth past her ruby lips. She gently sucked on it like a pacifier for a moment before the giant cock started to push against her firmer and firmer. Her mouth slowly opening around the huge flared head till finally it popped inside! The flare's corona folded a moment before popping inside- because the flare itself is wider than her mouth is capable of opening. Once inside is straightened again, but that meant it also occupied all available space, her mouth is completely filled!

A dick cradling her from below wedges itself between her butt cheeks then draws back before curling up and its urethral procession pops into her butt easily! It tilts her back, using the rest of the shaft to cradle her back and hold her up off the floor, aiming her hip forward for the third to curl around and poke into her pussy! Only the urethra at first- squashing her blushing, lust-plumped labia against the flat face of the flare. Like penetrating her mouth, they thrust against her slowly causing her to spread further open at first without actually going any further in. Then they bend toward the rim, and then with a sudden pop- in it goes. First her butt, then her pussy. The wide flare doubles the girth of the head from the actual shaft just after it. The corona drags up her inner passages, plucking the muscle ribbing like the strings of a guitar before her pussy collapses back in on reflex to the pleasure- squeezing back in on the shaft after it. So the glans drag going in and out. Three cocks for three holes! The hot shaft of the cock penetrating her mouth is coiled once around her torso and travels up between her breasts, so she can feel the hot pulse of blood up the fat veins pressed against her.

Of course since Appleseed's spiky 'knot' is a flower bulb... the moment it opened, the air was filled with the scent of apple blossoms. His transformative pollen already making her head spin. Melody did not even care about that- she was tired of this town anyway. She did not want to think of the chaos around her, she just concentrated on the feeling of these massive, writhing, hot shafts churning her insides. Melody has a bit of a soft belly- but even though the bit of extra padding you can still see the bulge of the cock in her pussy. Her erect clit caught in the slight divot between the edge of his urethral bulge and the rest of the shaft as it plunges into her. Because it is so flexible- the cock penetrating her ass has gone further in than any other cock could even dream of going- so far back through her body it felt like he was about to penetrate her stomach from below! She was starting to feel like a sock puppet with someone's hand shoved up in her.

The skin over her temples seemed to swell up for a moment before twisting and drawing outward! The skin on most of her head felt odd as its structure become sturdier without losing flexibility. The protrusions turned into crescent shaped horns, though still retained the color of her regular skin, but their growth only paused before it surged again, still bigger. This time the skin color deepened to a dark peach. Now tines start to grow off from the main body of the horns, as they start to mimic antlers!

At the same time though, she feels the muscles in her lower back bulge and push the skin to stretch with them as a fat cone of a tail grows out under her! The skin of her breasts starts to tighten, causing the fat globes to rise higher on her chest before they blush from skin tension and actually start to swell larger! Melody moans, muffled by the giant cock in her mouth and tries to grab at her breasts but Appleseed chuckles and leans her forward- causing her breasts to hang away from her and putting her nipples out of her own reach! She cannot bend much anyway since she is both coiled in and filled with dick. Her forming tail instinctually grabs the shaft plunging into her butt and then starts to loosely coil further down its length as it grows larger, fast. The tail's growth is a pleasure too but not one Melody is familiar with and thus quite hard to describe. The growth pulls the skin and muscle inside taut but it expands before the pressure ever teeters into uncomfortable. So it ends up an intense pleasure that is more mental than physical almost- like the feeling of a good stretch or scratching an itch you were not even aware you had. She could not even move her body enough to look at it, so she was not even sure what all was happening down there- but the pleasure numbed all worry and made her crave more without even knowing fully what it was.

The flesh expanding out from her head to feed her antlers twists as it grows out, becoming a bit gnarled, and becomes harder almost immediately after lifting off her face. At their base where it attaches to the rest of her it is stiff but flexible like the tissue of a sturdy vine, while immediately above that on the body of the antlers it is solid wood. But as they grew they curled further back, and a second set of points formed behind them! What looked like a second set grew in, but fused into the first, expanding the base wider, and then a third behind that making them still wider!! Her plantlers were already bigger than Appleseed's and they haven't even started to sprout leaves yet! They are getting so big they pass either side of Appleseed's body above and behind her!

Melody moaned and desperately flailed trying to grab her still swelling tits but could not. She managed to squirm enough to flop the boobs from one side to the other, and then started to shake them like that as violently as she could as the only form of touch she could give them while Appleseed tangled her up in cock. Swelling up bigger in every dimension, including their muscle structure given how absurdly well they hold their shape at their increased size. The areola inflated into a dome of their own off the fronts, and even her nipples grew in size! As long as two segments of her pinky finger but as wide as a drinking glass, a plump fold around their basin indicated they could stretch larger; their growth just prevented the blood pressure from being able to rise at the moment. Her areola also became drastically darker though- formerly a soft mocha tone they are now a shade of brown so dark that it looks black against her otherwise very pale skin. Stiff bumps formed around its surface, and the edge of her areola became slightly more blurred as the skin stretches. Their weight is immense- she is tiring herself out quickly just from shaking them back and forth; she isn't even supporting their weight, Appleseed is. The weight doesn't match the size increase... the reason her areola have darkened is she must be lactating.

Melody thrust her hips as well, clenching and squirming her muscles, trying to force the tail to grow! It felt so good but her body craved more. But no matter what she does she cannot increase or decrease the rate it is growing at- which is quite fast already, but still too gradual for her. A good feeling, but a bit too intense and she has no way of slowing it or taking a break, nor speeding it to a conclusion. At this point her plantlers are partially resting against Appleseed's body as well, now too large for her neck to support on its own. They form arches so broad she could fit her entire body in the crook of them, if she curled up. By the time green sprouts started to fatten on the ends of the hundreds of forking tines it already looked like she has two small trees growing out of her skull somehow.

All Melody feels is a squirming down her back, but it isn't muscle. Appleseed is growing vines through the basin of both her tail and plantlers to entwine her nervous system, so the plant portion of her body links into the animal portion. That means she doesn't technically need to eat- she can photosynthesize. It also allowed the vines to wrap her spinal column in a double-helix to reinforce it. This made the outwardly visible bumps on her back look like her spine is shaped like a screw.

Appleseed actually had to reposition her because her tail was overgrowing his genitals- since it was clinging to him on reflex. He tilted her back which caused her still growing tits to slosh back against her and she immediately started pawing at their surface trying to get to the nipples! Her tail let go of the cock in her butt and swung forward, resting on the floor now... and still growing... at the same speed. It is already longer than the entire rest of her body. It is also starting to fork. Multiple tips start to branch out from the tail which has hardened similarly to her plantlers, but not all the way to wood. The surface is still smooth and flexible but also very firm and unlike an animal's limb there is no soft squishy interior- it's the same material all the way down. As the multiple tips grow longer, the tail slowly starts to resemble the roots of a gargantuan tree. Her spine bulges out quite large behind her in a desperate attempt to keep her massively oversized modifications supported.

Her arms sunk into the soft tit flesh and she moaned loudly, kicking her feet in the air a moment as liquid erupted from her huge, dark nipples! The crinkles of skin at the base of her nipples ironed themselves out as her nipples now almost resembled small soda cans! It was not milk that came out of her, it is a yellowish, clear fluid! What on earth did he do to...? Her eyes widened when she recognized the smell of it. It is apple juice. Hot apple juice, and going by how tart the smell is- green apple, a lot more acidic than sweet.

With a quiet flicking sound each- the green buds pop apart and spiral open into two or three leaves each as her plantlers go from looking barren to a massive green canopy, tickling Appleseed's sides. She could tell by how violently his cocks twitch that he cannot last much longer. Melody herself already had at least three orgasms and is tilting toward a fourth now. The feelings her changes give her causes her pleasure to never dip, so she has been hovering around a mild orgasm the entire time- she cums whenever her body gathers enough energy to be able to.

Melody makes several lewd gurgling sounds as his dick plunges even further down her throat! She starts crying not because she is upset, but just because her gag reflex is going fucking wild with a cock the girth of her forearm shoved down the entire length of her esophagus. That also causes her to go into a bit of a mental panic because she cannot breathe- it doesn't occur to her that her body can now breathe oxygen or carbon dioxide, depending on whether her animal or plant half is the one currently breathing; so he couldn't suffocate her even if he wanted to.

The dick in her ass is so far up there she cannot even tell where it actually ends, but she did feel its girth swell in a mighty pulse as he blasts cum backwards up her digestive tract! The cock in her throat throbs so powerfully a half second into the orgasm that you can see the shape of his urethra outwardly pressed into her throat! He fills her stomach from both sides at once! The dick in her pussy stopped moving, it's only twitching in micro movements- trying to edge itself. His dicks can orgasm separately- so if he can time them properly he could have either one giant explosive orgasm, or a regular climax that is three times longer. As his two overlapped orgasms start to taper off, his third dick rotates around, feeling for its target and then jabs forward! Melody gasps around the dick still in her mouth as the urethral procession on this third penis penetrates her cervix! The flat end of his flared glans sit flat against the cervix forming a perfect seal while the procession penetrates all the way into the womb- which is supposed to be an exit-only.

He orgasms directly into her womb immediately filling it like a water balloon! She squirms violently, causing her giant boobs to wobble around and clap together with their weight, shaking droplets of juice everywhere! The pressure gets too much and forces his glans back enough to erupt into the rest of her pussy, then fills her entire vaginal passage and explodes out around his dick as he slowly withdraws.

By the time Appleseed removed his tri-phallus, the glans were almost invisible. When softened they are barely visible at all as a very slightly bump around the tip, and are otherwise completely regressed into the shaft. The veins faded and softened leaving the dicks perfectly smooth and virtually featureless as they become softer, shorter, and fatter. They recall into the bulb as it opens to accept them again- by the time they are inside each dick has the proportions of a traffic cone, and then all three lean into one another forming one huge soft cone as the bulb closes back over them to shield them like a sheath.

Melody feels like she chugged a gallon of melted ice cream. When Appleseed set her down she immediately held her stomach but then stumbled forward because of the weight of the trees growing out of her head, but luckily her tail grabbed the floor reflexively! Using the multiple branching tips, her tail grabbed the floor like a colossal hand and prevented her from falling all the way over. She knelt down, groaned, and shoved onto the separate bulge on her upper crotch- ejecting a massive deluge of cum from her womb. At least Appleseed cannot get her pregnant. Genetically speaking they are both an absolute catastrophe and incapable of reproducing via any even remotely normal means.

Appleseed chuckled, circling her slowly as if to admire his work. "I don't need an accomplice, but this was fun. This form should help you... plant roots, in the new world I create. Heh."

His smirk faded when he realized only now how much light was spilling in from OUTSIDE of the building. Dawn is here, and his black form will not blend into sunlight. How many people should he try to transform still? If Joseph captures him, he won't be able to transform anyone. So does he play it safe, or shoot to fully mutate the human populace?

Appleseed slithered out of the building, leaving Melody to slowly gather her wits back. Her vine-twined-spine can support the new weight but her musculature cannot. She can only lift her head and walk normally for a minute at a time before she needs to collapse back down and rest. When idle her tail instinctively clutches at the ground- as soon as she got outside the ends dug into the soft soil and started to syphon minerals and ground water. The swirling mist over the ground vanished the moment the sunlight touched it- but the moist night still left everything glistening with dewdrops.

Joseph spotted her while hunting for Appleseed and came down to help. "Are you alright?"

"Hmm..? Y-yea. Sorry.... head is... slow."

"Well given he left you in a half-plant state, you probably need direct contact with the sun to get up to full speed and it's still pretty low in the sky. You should get to town.... hall... can... you actually move at all?"

Melody nodded, causing all her leaves to rustle before her tail unclenched and slithered out of the soil as she stood up. "Slowly. I... you can reverse this."

"Hopefully. Honestly haven't had much time to look into it yet. Trying to track Appleseed before he makes it worse, first."

"N-no, I mean I know how you can reverse it."

"Wait, what? How?!"

"His genitals mimic several animal traits but are almost entirely plant... I don't think the mutations regard germ cells as part of the same entity."

Joseph took a deep breath. "Sperm, and egg cells don't get changed."

"And contain the genetic information to rebuild the person how they are supposed to be. I figured... milking that information out of him was... the best I could help."

"Wow, yea, that does help. A lot."

Joseph spread his wings about to take off to find more people and track Appleseed down, but Melody stumbled forward trying to grab him. "W-wait, could you... help... milk- er... juice, me?"

Joseph blushed before tucking his leaf shaped ears back nervously. "Er, there are a lot of people taking shelter at town hall- you should probably ask there."

"Nnngh."

"Well, I have to catch Appleseed."

"Fiiiine. I get it." She puffed her cheeks up in a pout as he took flight, flapping his wings as he scrambled up the side of a building, then jumped off the top edge of the roof to actually catch enough air to fly.

Melody made her way back to town hall... slowly. She had to stop every block or so to rest her neck, and her tail always took the opportunity to 'taste' the soil nearby.

Part II : Pale

Back at town hall, Dennis and Marcy stuck close together. The mutated people and normies kept to two separate sides of the building, even though Joseph already told everyone it isn't contagious. Appleseed is the only one capable of spreading traits; he even transformed Joseph himself technically- though on accident, since it was before Appleseed had sapience.

The two of them gawk at a poor woman writhing on one of the counters at the back of the giant foyer of town hall. Her face was beet red and her ears felt like they were on fire, but more than that her pussy was so mind-numbingly ravenous for anything and everything she could possibly shove into it that she could not control herself. She looks relatively human- a mix of the thin leaf shaped ears of a deer and the pointed triangles of a wolf somehow managed to give her the droopy ears of a dog instead- the tips flopping loosely, folded over the lower half. The first thing anyone noticed about her is her tail.

Jess grew a bushy doe tail at first and kept it under her skirt so no one would know she transformed- trying to hide it like Dennis and Marcy did. But then it gained wolf traits and became even bushier and even longer, flopping around under the back of her skirt, wagging unintentionally whenever she spots someone she knows or likes. But then it got the traits of a horse and became so gigantically bushy it holds the back of her skirt up even when the tail itself is pointing down. Then plant traits caused it to grow well beyond that in size, while remaining gigantically bushy... resulting in a tail that is almost as big as she is- and thanks to the soft bushy fur on it, looks like it is twice the size of the entire rest of her body. She cannot be in a normal sized building because every time she turns around she clears off all the tables! No matter where she goes she cannot turn without slapping someone with a wall of fur on accident.

Jess' traits only affected a very limited part of her body, but doubled-down on intensity, and unfortunately the rest went to her genitals, which caused the internal portion of her clit to swell gigantically, causing her pussy to outwardly look like it blew up like a lewd balloon, taking on a triangular shape. When she first arrived at city hall to take shelter with everyone else she was hiding among the people on the 'normal' half of the building, till her tail grew too massive and her secret got out and she was shooed away to the other half. Then she started panting as her canine pussy caused her to go into heat.

Her panting raised in pitch, started to turn to short gasps, fidgeting, squirming. Then shoving her skirt down into it, then opening pawing and gasping. Bigger and bigger it grows- like her tail, rather than mix the shape of the various species is mostly just stacked size over and over again. Her pussy filled her panties and shoved them down to her mid thighs before she became too crazed with hormones to care and ripped them off herself entirely, throwing her skirt up and openly grabbing and kneading her giant swollen cookie. Her upper crotch and then even her stomach started to project a bit as her vaginal passage expanded bigger, forcing her lower body into a slight inverted cone-shape! Her pussy became so huge you could dunk a basketball into it!

High pitched gasps and breathless moans frantically, she tossed herself over the front counters and pleaded for anyone to help her, till one brave man stepped forward and put his entire forearm into her twat- only for her to immediately ask for the other. Both arms up to the elbow in her, her pussy drooling lube heavily onto the floor. They have been going at it for almost twenty minutes and her pleading with him to keep going does not slow- her voice only gets more hoarse.

Dennis sighed, glancing away from the bizarre sight of the woman with a wolf pussy the almost as big around as her own chest.

"Feeling down?"

"AH!" He was so startled he flailed his limbs around and half fell to the floor- though he had been leaned against a wall so he did not fall completely.

Dennis did not see Dorothy approaching him on the opposite side- and since she was moving slowly he also did not hear her hooves clack on the tile floor. She is sort of built like a sphinx- human head and chest but everything else is deer. Dorothy's face is still that of a doe, but her head is not- her eyes are forward set but she still has a demi-muzzle, and her head is furless but she has human hair. She had been born a doe; her human traits are her mutation, so she is the opposite of everyone else here. Everyone else are humans given animal traits- she is an animal given human traits.

"Spook easy. And that is saying a lot, coming from a deer."

He lowered his brows. "Well people are mutating wildly all over the place and there is a dark peryton running around trying to 'end humanity'."

"Truths! Dorothy help protet... pro...tet-tion? Keep safe!" She isn't particularly good at speaking yet.

Dennis sighed. "Was already flying solo... now I will never find anyone. Turned into a disgusting freak."

"Why dis-dis...tusting?"

He motioned over his uncovered lower half, and the eight segment udders covering his entire midriff from top to bottom with uninterrupted tits. "I have udders. A lot of them."

Dorothy furrowed her brows. "What wrong with that?" She stood up onto just her rear legs and motioned to her own crotch with one of her forehooves- a set of four petit candy pink udders in her own crotch, in addition to two fat human boobs on her chest. "Joseph like boobies. Many male like. You first male I find no like!"

Dennis laughed. "Y-yea, well I like them on OTHER people?"

"What different make? Same boobies."

"But I am attracted to women. Women like men parts and I no longer have those."

Dorothy glanced at Marcy sitting off to the side, her hands stuffed into her lap trying to hold her dick down, but because of how long it is it just juts straight forward. "Not all women. Some women like women parts. Don't not like self because of what you think others think. Like self first, other people's like is extra." She nodded confidently to her own sage wisdom before trotting off carefree to talk to other people sheltered here.

Dennis walked over to Marcy and spooked her on accident.

"Ah! I wasn't... I was... trying to cut off blood flow, to make it go away. Driving me nuts! I am not like this normally! Horny I mean! Er, or part animal either, obviously."

Dennis chuckled. "Yea, I know what having an incessant boner is like. Er... I used to." She glanced at his huge equine pussy then blushed when she realized she was staring and averted her eyes. "I could... help you get rid of that."

"How w- oh. She blushed even harder. "Really? Like... THIS? I am tiny!"

He motioned at her meat pillar. "Well- that isn't." He gently touched his own mutated bits with a groan. "And my current configuration isn't much good for anything else."

She glanced over his shoulder at everyone else but most other people were either gawking at the canine woman getting double-fisted over the counter, or trying their best to avoid gawking at the canine woman getting double-fisted over the counter, so no one was paying them any mind.

"O-okay. Th-the bathrooms, upstairs! There are not many people on the floors above us yet."

She was going to grab his hand but then remembered she has no hands, and just looked awkwardly at her wing. Dennis smiled and put his hands under her wings and scooped her right off the floor to carry up. Her body is small enough that she can ride on his shoulders- though on his back her dick is so high in the air it almost brushes the roof.

They were barely through the doors before they started to go at it- both deliriously horny from their transformations. Marcy has no hands to masturbate with, and Dennis's dick transformed into a pussy, so he could not fully get himself off without something to penetrate him. They were unintentionally the solution to one another's 'problems'.

Marcy spread her wings to help keep her balance as she energetically thrusts up with her giant sized dong- though because of how tiny her body is in comparison, Dennis still needed to do most of the bobbing, which set his udders into a jiggling fit and gave Marcy an erotica view of all the rubbery teats dancing about. When they were about to climax- Dennis used his fan of a tail to nudge her forward so she flopped face-first into the jiggly pink hills of his midriff just as her giant crotch rocket blasted off!

Marcy remained there for some time, even after she finally went soft again, face first in the udders. She brought her wings up to gently cradle their sides and cause them to billow up into her face. Dennis just smiled at the small woman hugging his new assets. Maybe Dorothy was right. There is someone who is into anything- finding someone else to enjoy your body with you is a matter of finding them, not whether they exist or not- they will always exist, it doesn't matter what you look like. The most important thing is loving yourself. And it doesn't matter what shell you are in- you are still you. And heck- he loves boobs... now he permanently has eight sets of mams of his own to play with whenever the hell he wants.

Appleseed darted between buildings- his multiple torso bending his overall form this way and that to take sharp corners. He had been leaping across rooftops to make great distance during the night, but now the authorities had rounded up a lot of the population already and they are guarded at town hall by Joseph's animal companions. Taking the rooftops to travel at this point would be too obvious- now that the sun is out Joseph would spot him immediately from the air.

He leaps out from the buildings to dart between the lanes on either side of a street. He is getting closer to the edge of town... everyone in the town proper had already been rounded up. A woman jumps out from the side of the lane and catches Appleseed in a lasso!

"Aha!" She turned her face to the sky and yelled out. "I got 'im! Applefritter is over 'ere!"

"APPLEFRITTER?! Excuuuse me?!"

"Well I don't know what yer name is- Applesauce?"

"...no."

"Applepie?"

"...aaaand we are done here."

He just lowered his brows and whipped his head back- yanking her off her feet by the rope she is still holding onto and smashing her against the wall of the building, forcing her to let go. Before she could get up Appleseed turned and flapped his wings- sending a gust of wind to slam her into the ground again but also make her cough from the flurry of pollen he also kicked up, before darting off to leave her to her fate.

Monica got up with a furrowed brow, ready to give chase but the thick scent of apple blossoms in the air made her light headed. She stumbled a bit, slowing down as she realizes how dizzy she is. She took one step that seemed to go for too long and then stumbled and fell onto her hands. Monica groaned as her feet shoved into the front and back of her shoes at the same time! What had Appleseed done to her? Cursed her to giant clown feet??

The fronts of her feet managed to pop her heels out on their own before her feet were completely sealed in the shoes. She scrambled to pull them off the ends of her feet too and as soon as she did- she seen claws jutting through her socks! She scrambled to get those off too- having to unhook them a bit with her hands because the claws growing from her toes are hooking as they get longer! When Monica looked at her bare feet her heart jumped- it looked like someone cut her foot in half!

The skin impacted between her big toe and the rest of the foot, and continued to sink deeper till the divot went all the way through, causing her big toe to split off from the rest! The muscles clenched and drew it away, and she caused them to cramp trying to fight it, but only caused her muscles to ache and the change to temporarily stall. Her nails got narrower but much thicker, and much, much longer. Her skin started to get glossy and harden with the same keratin that reinforced her growing talons, causing her skin to harden and turn grey around them- spreading slowly up her toes to her feet! Monica looked around for someone to help her- but if someone was within earshot they would have already come the first time she yelled out. There is no one else around.

She kept trying to get up as if evacuating the area would somehow stop the changes but both of her feet are changing so all attempts to stand, failed. In her struggles the pull of her big toes won out and flipped around! Not only are they not jointed right- now they are upside down in regards to all her other toes! The stiffening sensation in her skin caused her to reflexively clench them, which then caused it to partially lift off, breaking into fan-shaped sheets... fish scales.

The body of her feet started to stretch longer, but that caused them to also get narrower, crunching the bones together forcing them to fuse! Her feet curl on their own at first but then fold completely in half, then as the bones start to fuse the structure of her foot becomes round, and then increasingly narrow as they get longer and longer, till they duplicate the length of her shins! What had formerly been her big toe was now on the BACK of her foot, while the other four remain facing forward, now with huge hooked talons! The silver fish scales slowly progress up her legs still. Monica is no longer in a panic- her face completely blank, unsure of what to do. Her feet are already gone now, what is she supposed to do with these? What had been the soles of her feet were now long tarsometarsus bones... the legs of a bird- hawk, specifically. Birds are digitigrade- they walk on their toes only. Her toe count is still human though... and instead of the banded scales of an actual bird foot she is getting the scales of a salmon.

As soon as she felt her arms and hands start convulsing a bit on their own, her panic resumed. Monica scrambled up onto her hands and knees, then very wobbly managed to get onto her transformed feet. But her hands were already changing- her palms folding over, the bones at the base of her hand already starting to merge together to prevent her from opening them again! The feeling of her tail bone growing, shoving into her panties caused her to jump and stagger back, slamming her own back against the wall of an evacuated house. Her tail shoved her panties down under her skirt, her tail was unusually rigid and did not seem to flex- or she just didn't know how to use it yet.

Her hands simplified and grew long, making her overall arms start to resemble plucked chicken wings now. Muscles clenching- drawing them in toward her, folding them up again her! She grunt in frustration and again attempted to resist the changes, trying to force her arms to spread back out. This time rather than create a standoff with her muscles and cramp them- it felt good! Like a long-needed stretch! She moaned unintentionally and forced her arms back out, but the skin yanked out too, stretching thinner the further she pulled!! It fused together when her arms scrunched up, so now that she is forcing them back out its stretching the skin!

Monica blinked several times, looking at her arms as the skin became dense and silvery- the rising sun shimmering off their surface so brilliantly it was almost too much to look at. They almost looked like tiny dragon wings! Hawk wings and fish fin traits overlapped and replaced her arms with scaled fins shaped like wings! The framework of the wing seems to be what were her fingers but are no longer fully attached. What had been her hand is now a singular bone acting as the outer frame, which IS attached- but then her fingers formed thin but long bone frames inside the fin-wings, and those don't actually connect to anything, they are free-floating in the membrane just to help it keep its shape.

Monica yelped in surprise and scoot forward off the wall she was leaned against suddenly when her panties snapped! Her tail had been jammed into them hard under her skirt but it then split in half, which tore the material completely off her, falling to the ground between her legs! She tried to hike it out of the back of her skirt but it was easier said than done- it is not at all the tail she was expecting. It's bone count was not very high so it is not particularly nimble. It is again- a fish fin. The fan at the end of a salmon tail, but sized up for the rest of her body... it also lacked the actual body of the tail, it is ONLY the fan at the end, growing from her tail bone horizontally... which actually made it somewhat resemble a bird's tail. The thin bones in the caudal fin are the same as her new wing-fins; called ray bones. They are connected by collagenous tissue and have fine muscle control like her former digits- but aren't linked by any bone joints.

Her transformation luckily seems to have ended there- mostly because Appleseed did not stick around long in order to layer traits in a complex way; he just dosed her once to shut her up and bolted. Monica still wobbled around on her feet... it felt so weird. What she had considered the body of her feet before were essentially just another segment of leg, and don't touch the ground at all, the only part that touches the ground are her now huge toes, tipped with talons. The fish scales faded to flesh on her inner thighs faster than her outer thighs- but never climbed high enough to touch her ass from either angle. The tail gave her a triangle of scales on the small of her back, and thanks to her arms transforming she has a sheet of scales over her shoulder blades on her back.

Her wings just sort of hung limp in front of her as she walked around on the spot for a while wondering what the hell she is supposed to do. She has wings but they are also technically fins... they are not big enough for her to be able to fly, but also she has no gills so she cannot breathe underwater to use to them to swim, either. She is a bird in the water and a fish on land at the same time- no longer well-adjusted to either environment. And without hands she cannot manipulate anything to attempt to stop Appleseed again. Defeated, she slowly makes her way back toward the town hall. On her way back though, she hears a man groan loudly, then yelp in surprise, then a lot of clattering around. Oh no- someone else transforming! Monica momentarily forgot her own woes and darted toward the sound on her tall, lithe legs like a running ostrich.

The cry of surprise came from an officer named Don, but only at the unfortunate end of his long night. Don had shaggy black hair- not long enough to tie back but still long enough that it sometimes got in his eyes. Bronze skin, well built, dark ocean blue eyes- he is a handsome man and took his job seriously, so when this chaos started happening he rushed to the scene to help. As a well versed officer here in Highland Lows he knew most of the people- so when he encountered beasts with the voices or tattered remnants of clothing he recognized, he knew enough to hear them out and not immediately attempt to detain them like a wild animal. Once Joseph arrived to explain the situation he volunteered to be the front line- rather than stay at town hall and try to maintain order among the people already rounded up; he is the one rounding them up.

That mostly meant he was going door to door making sure people are locked away and hidden, or know to get out and go to town hall. He found himself trying to ignore awkward boners several times. Evacuating women who now had multiple breasts, or an udder they did not know how to properly cover, men who are quite literally hung like horses, and even a woman who was essentially a deer-taur, and thus had the entire body of a doe below her human body that she obviously could not clothe, so her bits are just out in the open.

He felt an odd pressure almost like a dull ache in his upper crotch and groaned at the persistent erection he kept having to shuffle around so it isn't visible. All these poor transformed people are already stressed enough and think they have to hide themselves away. It would be really inappropriate to show up as a police officer with a raging boner in a situation like this. That is not going to help him calm them down. Normally he would never do this, but given all the chaos and the fact that half the town was evacuated into town hall already- he just slipped into a laneway and unzipped his pants to get rid of his erection the only sure-fire way. Beat it into submission.

It did not occur to him that he has visited the homes of many people who had transformed... which means those were all locations where the transformative pollen had been, which means he has been getting micro doses of it the entire night himself. This was still before the light of the impending dawn had shown itself at all, so still utter darkness.

The moment he grasped his dick his balls started doing chin-ups in his scrotum and his dick started oozing way more pre than he was used to. He felt bad that this erection originated from people mutated by a rampaging monster. But at the same time... a lot of them do have pretty hot bodies. He sort of wished he could tell them that without sounding like a pervert. Yea- not the body they wanted to have, but not necessarily bad, either. They were all kind of beautiful in their own ways still... just, a very different kind of beauty.

His balls clenched so hard he growled from the tension- an ache, cramping from holding the clench too long. Then he gasped as a sphere popped out of his pelvic floor into his scrotum! Then before he could recover his wits- another! Then they clenched, rubbing his balls from behind, then his balls clenched again, rubbing the new additions from the front!! He somehow has four testicles!! His are the size of small chicken eggs though- these are more like oblong baseballs.

"Oh... oh no. When did I...?" It only now dawned on him that he could have been contaminated with residual pollen in any number of locations he has visited. "W-well... no this is fine. No one else will even notice. And it isn't like I am contagious."

He slowly grasped his shaft again and resumed- though now watched his own crotch, somewhat hypnotized by the rhythmic churning of his scrotum. Either side of his scrotum now had two balls so testicular torsion is definitely a concern- there is more pipes in there than there is supposed to be. None of the four balls clench at the exact same time- left and right are very slightly de-synched, and front and back balls take turns, so they constantly rub against one another inside his scrotum when they change position. It sort of feels like someone rolling them gently in their palm- except it's just balls on balls.

Don was so mesmerized by the sight of his churning balls and how horny he is that he did not notice his pubes changing consistency- becoming fur rather than hair, and then slowly expanding, trailing up closer to his navel. It also faded to brown instead of his actual hair color of black.

When he finally climaxed all four bunched up in the scrotum and his new balls alone gave an audible gurgle, and swelled still larger! They were already almost twice the size of his original balls and now grew still larger while his originals remain untouched! The fur rapidly spreads over his scrotum! Smearing the electrical pleasure of orgasm to an area it doesn't really belong- his tail bone twitched and expanded as he came and then bloomed into an unusually large deer tail! Well... that still isn't that bad, these mutations are easy enough to conceal. Compared to some of the things he has seen already tonight? Yea, this is nothing.

And so Don resumed his patrol rather than head to town hall to shelter himself, just attempting to shrug his changes off for now. His new testicles were the size of softballs at this point or one of those really giant oranges- so his dick actually doesn't fit in his underpants. His balls take up all of the available space, his dick is flopped over them- under his pants, but over his underpants. He just untucked his shirt and that was enough to mostly cover the bushy deer tail behind him.

As the night wore on, most of the people he encountered at his point were transformed. All the unchanged people bailed to hide in city hall so the only people who remained in their homes were people already transformed, afraid of what everyone else will think or say if they see them, so they remain hidden in their homes. But as Don explained to them- if they stay out, there is a risk of getting a second dose of the transformative pollen, and then becoming even less human. Of course- he did not take his own advice, as the same is also true for himself.

Every changed person Don felt more embarrassed to be aroused by them. He did his best to hide it, but his dick isn't contained properly by his underpants so it's even harder to hide his erections now. He wants to masturbate again, but keeps telling himself not to. It isn't something he would ever normally do, especially on duty- especially out in the open!! But it was like an itch in the back of his mind, demanding to be scratched. He could not lose the thought and it only made him return to full erection more frequently. Maybe just one more, so he can clear his mind.

So on the empty barrels discarded in the lane behind a pub he sat himself down and let his genitals out again. His urethra was unusually wide now, and the inside of his pants were slick with the amount of precum he already leaked before giving in and even touching it. He started to masturbate and he could feel the reverberations of pleasure unusually far back into himself. His ears heated up then started to tingle, twitching. Becoming pointed, thinner cartilage as they take a leaf-shape and muscles root them, allowing them to pivot around to face sounds, giving him the ears of a deer as well! The roots of his hair start to change to a golden brown- his fur seems to take after the coloration of a hawk more than a deer, though has the feel of deer pelt. Dorothy is the donor of the deer traits and she is a whitetail doe- so the underside of his tail should be white, but its golden brown on all sides.

As Don masturbates this time his mind wanders to all the bestial enhancements he has seen tonight. He notices his shoes tighten but his mind is too distracted to realize it is the result of a change. His toenails are rapidly thickening, enlarging and turning black, jamming into the toes of his boots, wedging between seams and threatening to rip them open. His comparatively tiny human balls are practically riding the giant horse balls in this sitting position, and keep getting hugged against him when the much largest testicles clench.

He groans loudly as they clench, making his human balls ache pinched between his pelvis and the stronger balls! He feels a strange sensation and stops masturbating but keeps his hand on the shaft in confusion. His dick feels good- like when he is pistoning it, except... he isn't. He stopped- the pleasure didn't. A pressure surged up in it, but focused in his urethra alone. It actually yawned open entirely on its own, and pre flowed from the top in a thin but continuous stream.

"Aaargh.... w-what..? What is hooAAAR!" He startled himself, unintentionally letting out a very cervine sounding bellow!

The ache in his human balls sharpened in a sudden burst, but was mirrored by a surge of pleasure from the equine balls! The horse nuts swelled even bigger, almost approaching a honeydew melon at this point- and fucking absorbed his original testicles!! The horse balls smothered his human balls out of existence! Don felt a heat wave wash over him and as soon as it got to his head his thoughts melted, like he were suddenly drunk. The giant horse testicles sending a blast of hormones far too strong of a dose for his body size. The tightness in his urethra also surged up the shaft and the urethra opened even wider!

His urethra is so wide open he could probably stick a fingertip into it with little resistance! But before he could stick anything inside of it- something came out of it. The pressure finally got to the tip and a neon pink tapered pillar poked its tip out from inside of his dick! It's... another cock... inside of his cock! He has a deer penis inside his human penis, stretching it freakishly wide to allow the second phallus through! That is why it still felt like his dick is being rubbed- it IS. The inner dick pleasured itself by rubbing against the inside of his outer penis. It stopped growing just as the very tip emerged from his urethra. Even without touching himself at all, it still felt good. His outer cock wrapped so tightly around the inner one, every pulse of the veins squeezed the inner dick, and every pulse of the inner dick tickled the insides of his outer cock.

Don did not even notice his legs getting a fine powdering of brown fur on his shins and the tops of his feet. His boots make a dry popping sound as the seams are wedged apart- his big toe now no more than a lump on the side of his foot, his other four toes are now capped with little hoof segments! He started masturbating again, and now moaned and groaned constantly from how powerful the pleasure had become. He is effectively masturbating two dicks at once- he can only touch the outer one, but drawing it back and forth also rubs the outside of the inner penis, while it rubs the inside of his outer penis, while he rubs the outside of the outer penis. Bubbles of abnormal muscle start to form on his upper back, but he can barely notice over all the pleasure.

His feet click and crack as bones dislocate, growing too big for their own joints, expanding into one another as his soles meld into large cannon bones, stretching longer as his shins compact a bit shorter. The lump that is his big toes simply fade away entirely, and the ends of his feet feel like they curl up as the two outer toes are drawn together behind the other two and their growth halts there- as dew claws. The remaining two continue to grow larger as well as the hoof segments on their tips as the primary segments of the cloven hooves of a deer. What is left of his boots remain stuck on his ankles- now nowhere close to the ends of his 'feet'.

His layered penis burbles pre like a broken faucet at this point and he is masturbating so furiously that his fist is unintentionally flicking strands of pre all over the place. When he climaxed, the first few streamers of cum fired two and a half feet into the air before arching back down to slap against the cobblestone, hidden in the soup-like mist of the night.

As his giant balls tired themselves out and rolled to a rest in his loose scrotum, Don's rational mind faded back in and the magnitude of his changes hit him. Though- now flaccid the deer penis retracted deeper into him, he could feel it regressing, drawing back down through his shaft, then behind his balls, through his taint, and stopped somewhere back toward his anus. That allowed his urethra to finally actually close again, and his penis once again looked... mostly normal. A bit unusually wide, but, whatever.

There was no saving his footwear though. Now adorned with deer hooves he was forced to pull off and toss away his boots and socks. Don once again resumed his patrol, trying to find anyone left behind and send them to the heart of town where they could be protected against the dark peryton. He did his best to not call attention to his legs and most did not notice. He was only finding transformed people at this point who were slightly more concentered with their own changes, to notice his. The swirling dense mist also sat heavy to the streets and conveniently cover the exposed portion of his transformed legs. The dainty deer hooves do clack against the stone streets though.

More awkward boners, trying to ignore them. The horizon started to turn pink- dawn on its way. Fingernails turn black- eh, doesn't matter, ignore it. Now they are dense, large, and black. Hm, probably hard to clip his nails. Hornier, hard to ignore. Bubbles of bone form on his forehead, but aren't big enough to break the skin- its fiiiine.

Head swimming- giant nuts pumping him full of hormones again. A tuft of fur grows on his chest. More of his hair starts to convert to brown, bleeding the darkness out of it. Fur spreading up to his shins now from his lower legs. His penis yawns open, thickening even more as both shafts become erect, peeking out of his pants because his balls take up all the space inside them! He groaned, staggering a bit feeling so horny that is he dizzy. As soon as his back presses against a wall his eyes widen and he can feel the bubbles of muscle on his back are a lot more, now.

A joint and a single bone almost the length of his forearm on his upper back... he is growing wings! Another joint, then another segment of bone, then a complicated cluster of bones followed by a third segment! Spreading out against the confines of the back of his shirt they were forced to cradle his back and the tips were beside him now, under his arms from lack of room in his uniform.

Don whimpers and bends over, reaching for his fly. Too horny, need to get off again. He is worried about his changes but cannot even concentrate on them in spite of that worry because his thoughts continue to melt into ones of lust and desire. His new genitals feel too good, and they are needy. His lust is bestial- too loud for conscious thought to talk over. Too primal to regard his other feelings when awoken.

His hands are so stiff, hard to get his fly open. Every time he bends his hand at all his wrist sounds like a cement mixer and all his knuckles pop and re-pop when moved. The bones don't sit right. The muscles tighten, pursing his hands against his will as soon as he flops his genitals out and he whimpers again, trying to grip his cock but his hand does not respond.

His thumbs rapidly devolving- the bone mass being stolen by the rest of his hand. Palms bunch up, stretch longer and the bones inside grow too big, fusing together from a lack of room. Nails into tiny hoof segments overtaking the ends of his fingers. Pinky and index draw back, stunted in growth as they become very squat, devolving into dew claws while the ring and middle finger become the primary segments! Well... this is a rather big problem. Not just for his day to day life- but more immediately distressing is the fact he cannot masturbate with hooves!

The bones in Don's arms actually groan as his arms grow in overall size- to better match his legs. The bubbles of bone on his head grow larger, then longer! The skin stretches with them, circulating blood into the bone to feed it material to grow. Mid-moan his voice deepens as the bridge of his nose pops, vibrating his vision for a moment. His nose becomes wider, stretching his nostrils horizontal. The slight divot over his upper lip becomes narrower but deeper, making a slight cleft in the lip up to the bottom of his nose as his septum grows down to face the bottom of his nose more forward. His hair now completely brown- fallen over his eyes but he no longer has hands to brush it back. Fur starts to form at the base of his hairline and slowly spread down his forehead!

A sharp, prickly feeling causes him to yelp in surprise and tense his wings, which shoves them against the back of his shirt which then rips open down the back as a result! Quills are emerging on his naked wings to give them feathers! He leans far forward, rubbing his wrists against his dick desperate to get off. It feels so... tight!

His balls roll around aggressively as his dick drools a glistening strand of pre into the rapidly thinning mist. The sky turns dark blue, then light blue on the horizon. Sunlight glistens off the water droplets on everything in town and starts to spill through the streets between buildings in golden beams. Ack- it would have been hard to hide THESE changes even in the dark of night. Don is not hiding these from anyone in broad daylight.

The muscles in his legs tremble, veins fatten below the surface. Fur spreads up over his thighs- a patch from the base of his tail trails up the small of his back and his crotch fur now spreads down onto his inner thighs. The inner cock starts to grow even bigger and longer! His human penis is stretched even more freakishly wide to accommodate as more of the inner pink pillar slides out, pleasuring itself against the taut outer shaft! The pleasure causes his dicks to throb- but when the outer dick throbs it hugs the inner one tighter, which causes a spike of pleasure which instigates more growth!

The quills in his wings erupt their bristles, fanning out, oddly as mostly white. All his fur is golden brown thanks to hawk coloration except the wings which came from a hawk, having the coloration of Joseph's wolf instead. The first segment of the wing is golden brown, but the feathers then become speckled and give way to a majority white. They also stop growing only half the length of his now enlarged arms... which... isn't even remotely close to being big enough for him to even think about flying, so they are entirely ornamental. Brown fur hides his eyebrows- though he does still technically have them- and covers the bridge of his nose, but seems to leave the rest of his face be. His forming antlers grow several tines- the skin over them stretched thin enough now that it no longer has any feeling in it, and is becoming cold to the touch as blood flow is stretched too thin.

"Can't... think. Need to... hrnnngh need to cum! Can't... hold it in! Deer is co-hoooOOUGH!" He bellowed again without meaning to, then snort loudly from his cervine nostrils.

The velvet skin over his antlers audibly snaps- bursting at several points from internal pressure, though scattering only a few droplets of blood. The antlers inside audibly creak like wood in spite of being solid bone as they grow rapidly into a full rack fit for a stag... which is a bit much for his normal human neck to support.

His hip joints ache a bit for only a moment before letting out a loud, hollow pop and his torso is jarred forward! He was already leaned heavily forward, causing him to fall onto all four hooves! His pants fall the rest of the way off and he lifts one hoof before remembering he has no hands to pull the pants back up. In this position his top just slides down his arms- the back already ruptured all the way up thanks to his wings so the top cannot stay on. He went from almost entirely clothed to naked, real quick. Don does several hops, stumbling around before staggering forward and getting his tines jammed into the side of a parked carriage hard enough to stick into the wood! He cried out in surprise and frustration- that is the call Monica heard.

He yanked back to pull the tines free but that caused him to slam his rump against one of the support pillars of the patio of a building. Putting pressure on his taint instigated more growth in his dick- but only the internal one. His poor human penis was forced to stretch even wider, starting to lose its shape to the swollen beast the inner cock was becoming. More and more length slid out the end of his human penis- then a bulge was seen moving up his urethra, finally popping out the end as a plump medial ring. It is also too fat to possibly fit back inside, ensuring that the inner cock can only slide forward, not back now.

The muscle and skin at the base of his penis drew it tightly to his body, then started to fuse to it! The new horse-sized deer cock was contorting his original penis into nothing more than the sheath to house the new one! Don clopped around in circles- occasionally kicking one of his forelegs up toward the phallus as if to interact with it onto to clop it back down in frustration at not being able to do anything with it. His form is that of a peryton... sort of. It stopped at a halfway point, so he resembles a peryton but his body doesn't function particularly well. He is still human enough that the townsfolk will unfortunately have no trouble identifying him, while also being aware of what a creature he turned into. How can he help people when he looks like this? He can't even stand up! His attempts to hop around were meant to stand him up- only to discover his hips have changed shape... preventing him from walking on two legs.

Monica arrived and then sort of just froze in place, stunned. "Uh..?"

"S-so... horny... neeEEd, hoOOGH!"

He stumbled and collapsed face first into the road, not used to trotting on all fours. He rolled onto his side, looking ravenously at his dick, loosely flailing his limbs uselessly. Monica crouched down to try and help, seeing how aggressive and dark the veins in his malforming shaft are. She cradled the shaft loosely but could only really steady it with her 'wings' because she no longer has hands, either. But she still has lips. She held it steady with her wings and kissed the end, before sliding it into her mouth deeper. It feels so hot against her mouth! The pleasure causes it to grow even bigger! The glans on the human part now as wide as the shaft stretched almost completely into obscurity! The flesh halfway up the length is already fused to his underside! More deer dick slides out and stretches it worse and worse.

Don's uselessly small wings flap energetically against the ground under him on reflex to the pleasure. He isn't even looking at anything at this point; just staring into space with a blissful expression while moaning and occasionally grunting like a beast. Monica kept having to shuffle further over him to keep up with the tip- his former penis was keeping it pointed straight forward out from the underside of his body, so at this point her crotch was over his chest, her midriff over his face, her boobs wobbling against the shaft through her still intact shirt and then her plump candy pink lips bobbing on the tip, lapping up the ample pre!

Fur starting to grow up his former shaft, the inner cock growing even thicker! Human shape stretched completely away, then fused fully to his underside! It cannot move! It is just a sheath now, as the fur finishes consuming its length! Almost immediately as his genitals finished their change the radiant, incessant pleasure of his dick's growth stopped and was immediately replaced by the sharp throbbing pleasure of orgasm!

Monica was not ready for it- it filled her mouth then the blast of cum forced its way into her throat and back out her nose! She popped off after the first blast so the rest thud against the front door of the general store they were standing in front of. Luckily no one but they remained in this part of town right now to see it.

His erection softened quickly, fattening the sheath that used to be his penis as it started to with draw and his rational mind woke back up in a daze. "Wh- ooough... I am... so sorry. I didn't... this isn't..."

She wiped cum off her face and laughed, skittering back off him on her tall, nimble legs. "It is fine- been happening to a lot of people. You aren't the first to end up like this."

Don had been so focused on helping other people with their changes that he never thought about the threat of him becoming one of the changed himself. Running through the locations where the pollen had been- it was inevitable that he would change eventually.

Monica flapped her fish-wings. "Looks like we are both un-armed. We-AH!" Something nipped her tail!

Monica turned to see Snow standing there. One of Joseph's familiars, he is a white wolf but his back is adorned with white hawk wings. Though the wings are a good size on him- his bones are not hollow like a bird, so he still cannot actually fly with them. At least, not like a bird can.

"Come to guide us back to town hall? Hey!" He nipped at her tail playfully again!

She went to slap him with a wing but he jumped clear over her head and flapping his wings he was able to run vertically up the side of the building and turns to look at her again on the edge of the roof.

Monica jumped trying to swat at him but could not get nearly high enough. "Ugh, meanie."

Snow looked at her expectantly, but she just glanced around for maybe something to climb. There is nothing for her to climb, she cannot get to him. Her wings don't even have feathers, they definitely do not work like his, she cannot just flutter up the side of a building. Snow stomped a paw on the edge of the roof impatiently.

"But I can't- ...grr."

She put a foot on the edge of a crate and stepped up, surprising herself and teetering off the edge back onto the ground. She was not expecting that to work- she did it to prove she could not get off the ground, but then did. Because she is digitigrade now technically but the original length of her legs remained the same height- the reach of her bird legs is quite far. The enlarged toes are also rather dexterous, which means she could potentially use her feet to pick things up, without needing hands.

Looking back and forth, Monica jumps up onto the edge of the crate then off, backwards at the building behind her, flaps her fins once, stomps on the wall of the other building and manages to kick herself off high enough to tuck and roll onto the edge of the roof!

She lets out a short victory cry and claps her fins together trying to pinch Snow's tail between them to get him back, but he immediately bolts away! Now that she is on the roof with him, he runs off the roof opening his wings to dive across the street to the opposite roof and continues running toward town hall. Damn, he is not giving her any time to catch up. Monica is too competitive- chasing Snow causes her to momentarily forget her woes and what her body cannot currently do; and instead focusses on what it CAN now do. Her long legs carry her far with each step allowing her to run far faster than she could as a human, leaping across the street and opening her wings! The membrane billows up as the wind catches under them, causing her to glide across the gap easily to give chase! She cannot fly- but neither can Snow. Both of them are able to glide.

Poor Don tried to follow but the two of them were caught up competing with one another and left him in the dust on the street. His wings are ornamentally small on his back so he could not really glide, either. His hips had shifted so he could not stand on two legs, which means he sort of has to learn to walk all over again, on four legs this time.

Clip, clack, slip, thud. Too light on his forehooves. His brain is overly protective of them because they were supposed to be hands- which are not built to walk on. But they are hooves now and NEED to be walked on. Walking on hooves is like trying to walk on the ends of your fingernails, which to a human sounds like it should probably hurt. But hooves are a hell of a lot bigger, and sturdier. He is also overly conscious of the huge meat package between his legs no longer covered by clothing- and he can't even try to cover it with his hands now. Clop, clop, the echo of hooves on stone, much more confident than Don could produce.

He lifts his head to see the long shadow of a horse standing in the road ahead, looking at him. Though huge and muscular like a work horse, Dusk has a narrower frame like a cervine as well as cloven hooves under his long fetlocks. His head is crowned with a giant rack of antlers so big he could scoop up and carry an adult human in them. One of Joseph's familiars; Dusk was his mount when Joseph was a normal human, but was then blended with deer. He held his right front hoof out, up off the ground as if trying to indicate something to Don, so Don mirrored him.

One hoof, then the other. Dusk walked in slow motion toward Don, and Don mimicked him, getting taught how to walk properly by a creature that spend its entire life on all fours. A lot of creatures walk on all fours- a lot more than there are that walk on two. And they all get on just fine without hands. A trot, canter, and finally a full run; Dusk galloped through the streets with Don following as close behind as he could. Dusk is three times his size, so his larger legs can carry him further with less effort- but once Don opened and started to beat his little wings, he started to keep up. The wings give him a boost to his speed, beating the air back to force him forward faster, even though they are not strong enough to lift his body on their own.

Now that the daylight was spilling across the town and the sky was once again baby blue- the closer Don got to town hall the more people like himself he seen. In daylight they grew more confident and restless and started to wander around the outside of the building and under the watch of Joseph's familiars- they were learning to use these strange new bodyparts.

Marcy had problems with being given wings in place of her arms too- unable to tend to her own giant mutated bits, but then found Dennis who also had his genitals switched and grown, a perfect fit for her own. Don passes over the bridge crossing the river to town hall and spots her, under the water. Her body shrank to only half its original size but the wings and her genitals remained big in spite of the rest of her regressing. Her giant dong and balls flopping around are not very aerodynamic- they do naturally firm up and clutch themselves to her body in the water however.

The horse-sized hawk Meso glides across the water's surface, while Marcy 'flies' using her wings to cut the water from below the surface, upside down to watch her animal mentor, teaching her to fly a different way. The two blast past Don, under the bridge he walks over, out toward the inlet and deeper waters to play in. Snow and Monica pause, seeing the other two firing past at an even higher speed, and with a grin Monica breaks off from Snow and dives into the water too! Her bird legs are not much use in the water- however her 'wings' and tail are specifically designed for it. Like Marcy; she has to hold her breath- neither of them can breathe underwater. But boy can they ever move under the water.

In the small field in front of town hall a colossal man plays with a slew of local dogs who have swarmed him trying to figure out what he is. He smells canine so they see him as a playmate, but he is a man turned partially wolf and enhanced with body mass from a work horse. A woman with the entire body of a giant wolf from her hips down lays in the grass on the other side, passing the time with her knitting project waiting to be allowed to return home- using a rack of stag antlers on her still human head to hold the yarn she is knitting with!

Another former officer like Don leans against the front wall of the building overlooking everyone, arms crossed. She wears pants and a bra but her shirt had exploded off her, exposing a lot of her rich brown skin. There is a thin ridge of sharp bone that covers the bridge of her nose- traits of a beak that did not manifest fully enough to actually become a beak. A tiny pair of black wings grows from her head, just behind her ears. A colossal pair of black wings grow from her upper back, and a more 'normal' sized pair from her lower back, just over her butt. This gives her the visage of a black Seraphim. An angelic guardian.

These people came here afraid and ashamed of what they had become, not knowing how to face their fellows, and fearing the creature in the night even after they became creatures themselves. In broad daylight- it is Appleseed who must hide. He is too large; anyone would be able to see him approaching before he actually gets close enough to do anything, and then everyone will try and jump him. Many had been turned into strange creatures but... all these parts belonged to fully functional animals before the humans got them. These bodies still function perfectly fine... just, not how the people were used to their bodies working.

The fear in the night had melted away in the daylight. Shame and worry dissolved into sleep-deprived humor and the mutated people start to play with one another and explore their new abilities. The panic over how to get back what they lost was forgotten for the curiosity for what they gained.

Appleseed grumbles, landing on a rooftop overlooking the inlet. The gentle waves glistening in the still low sun. A pillar of shadow cast down to him from one of the few dark clouds still breaking up in the sky- as if the darkness is magnetized to him.

"A betrayal, hmm? You were only looking to sell information to my enemy."

Melody had not seen him silently approach, drawing her root-tail out of the water she was using it to absorb. "Hmm?" She had to tilt her head forward so her leaf canopy shaded her face, to see his dark form in the light. "I never said I wouldn't tell anyone about you. I never betrayed anything- my offer still stands."

"Hmm." He smirked, bemused by her boldness. "Well my answer remains unchanged. My time here is done anyway. I have already given the people a taste of my power, it has become too much risk here to have fun."

As if on cue; Joseph slams down on the other side of the roof from out of the air as he tucks his wings back! He spins on his front hooves and tries to kick Appleseed with the back, but his long form is able to slither around the attempted hit and leaps to the next rooftop!

Appleseed weaves around and leaps between buildings with a body so long he is already landed on the next building before he has fully left the previous one. Though his wings are utterly useless for mobility- he does have six different limbs to speed himself forward. Wolf paws, deer hooves, and horse hooves. Joseph's overall frame is much more nimble and his wings work just fine- the only thing holding him back is the burdensome weight of an udder big enough to crush a normal sized human to death under and genitals big enough to fuck a literal whale. Not exactly aerodynamic.

Appleseed could use his black form to cloak himself in the night and easily confuse chasers, but now in daylight he is unable to lose Joseph. The two are almost exactly as fast as one another! Since most buildings in town are only a single above ground floor- the populace watches most of the chase from the ground as the pale and dark peryton chase one another across half the town!

They turned to return toward town hall, having run out of space to go. Appleseed did not want to take this hunt onto the ground in the open hills beyond the buildings of the town. The lack of places to hide make it unfavorable territory. Quickly running out of places to go, Appleseed turns and lunges at Joseph suddenly, knocking him back up onto two hooves and then slamming his human back down into a building hard enough to partially collapse the roof! Appleseed has a full wolf head and a maw full of sharp fangs- Joseph does not.

He parted his glossy black lips to bite Joseph but Meso sweeps down and slams into his deer-torso's side and forces Appleseed to roll to slide out of her talons before she can try to dig in. The deer torso has salmon scales which helped deflect the talon points without being cut. He got onto six legs again but heard Snow scramble up the side of the building, flapping his wings to get up onto the roof behind Appleseed!

Appleseed jumps to the street to evade them but the moment he plops down, Dusk charges at him antlers first! Appleseed evades and the massive stallion impales a wooden carriage instead- hard enough that the tines still penetrate the wooden siding! Not smart enough to know how to wiggle the tines loose again, the stallion simply brute-forces it, picking the entire carriage up off the ground by his antlers and smashing it off against the street!!

Appleseed used his flexible long body to slither quickly into a lane too narrow for Dusk's broad rack to fit in and made a dash for the town hall. The moment he exits the lane onto the lawn of town hall, Dorothy jumps up, standing on her rear legs only to block his way.

"No hostage. Apple be good. Your mean-ness not working."

He huffed with a smirk. "This time one bad apple does not spoil the barrel."

Joseph caught up again, landing on the lip of the roof of the last building behind Appleseed. "What do you hope to accomplish?"

"The same thing as you. But you are too lenient. You were born human so you give them too much leeway. If you adapt animals they will be able to spread further, but humans will continue to assume their actions do not have consequences, and then continue to spread and destroy. It doesn't matter how adept they are- if humans destroy all environments there will be nowhere left to live. Nature shouldn't have to move around them, it is humans who must bend to nature."

Joseph sighed. "That is assuming a lot, though. You are punishing them for crimes they are yet to commit, which in itself is ironically quite human."

Appleseed closed his eyes a moment with a heavy sigh. "I suppose the apple does not fall far from the tree, hmm, father?"

Melody finally caught up, groaning at the speed she had to move to get here on time... which, is actually not at all quickly. She came directly back to town hall from the port which was only a fraction of the area the two peryton creatures travelled, but her plant traits cause her body to not like moving at any sort of speed.

She sighed and stood upright, her head only slightly bowed from the weight of her plantlers as she tried to stand as confidently as possible. "In any case, this incident is over. The people here will go on in spite of this, and Appleseed can no longer operate in daylight with Joseph and his familiars in the area." She shrugged. "But that is why you left when the sun started to come up, isn't it?"

Joseph furrowed his brows in confusion, and Appleseed just chuckled at Melody being the first to realize he was already gone. His form started to lose its coloration- turning instead to a deep green as the compressed leaves that made his body started to unfurl and fall away. It is a decoy body- the real Appleseed is already long-gone. This form was just distracting Joseph on a wild goose-chase in town to prevent him from tracking the real Appleseed.

Appleseed fully turned to Joseph. "You give chase too easily, father. Anyone can solve a problem given enough time to ponder it. Perhaps what you should truly fear, is the part that is missing. If no one knows it is there- then no one can solve it. Chase that which is not there." More and more of his body crumbles into loose apple leaves. "He who fights and runs away... lives to fight another day."

Joseph sighed, unable to do anything because he doesn't even know what direction the real Appleseed ran in. "After every day, there will be another night. Damnit." He looked out over all the curious people gathered at the town hall and sighed again. "I am... REALLY sorry. I... need to stop him first. I know I said I would get a cure for you all as soon as possible but-"

Melody shrugged, motioning to the people behind her. "I am perfectly fine." She grunt, hefting one of her colossal breasts. "I could use another milking but- other than that."

Monica erupted from the river water quickly shaking the liquid off her glistening scales. "Yea, I am fine like this actually. I can run AND swim insanely fast! This is fucking cool!"

Joseph motioned to her fins. "Uh, no hands?"

She flexed them, looking at them and then shrugging. "My feet are pretty dexterous now- I can probably just learn to use those. I mean- HE learned to write again in the span of a night."

She pointed at Mark who was in the background signing someone's cast using his extremely long tongue to hold the pen, since his hands are now odd three-segment hooves. Dennis and Marcy were leaning on one another out front, having come out to see the action too.

"Yea, we don't work so well apart..."

"But humans are pack animal, right?"

"And we have each other. To make up for our own shortcomings."

Don nodded, trotting closer. "Yea... maybe our old lives don't quite work with these bodies but... that doesn't mean we cannot live. Some of us were stuck in a rut and needed a breath of fresh air anyway."

Melody nodded, kneeling down in the soft sun-warmed grass as her huge tail dug its tips into the soil to eat, but mostly just so she could rest her colossal tits on her lap before her spine folds in half. "As Appleseed intended."

Joseph furrowed his brow, not quite understanding. "What?"

"He has fangs and claws and the power to transform people as he sees fit in the blink of an eye. If he wanted to hurt us-" She motioned over the oddly content, though very tired crowd. "-then why is there not a single wounded person in the entire town? I am a druid, it was a lesson I already learned long ago. But Appleseed has taught us to respect not just our forms, but those of the creatures around us. Differences can leave questions, and mystery breeds fear, which congeals into hatred and animosity. Erase the barriers, and friendships are made instead. Appleseed did not hurt anyone, he brought us closer to nature. He was helping everyone, just in his own way."

Joseph chuckled, brushing his hand through his hair as he looked around. "You may be right. We have to start tracking him though. I am sure not everyone is as content with their new forms and he is causing chaos besides." Joseph motioned to the centaur bard with a smile. "Not everyone got such a well-adjusted form."

The bard looked confused for a second. "What? Oh. Oh- uh, I am not..."

Melody spoke up again. "Oh, he didn't get transformed. He was always a centaur."

Joseph looked at him. "What? How..?"

The bard shrugged, strumming his lute. "My mom's my mom, my dad's a horse. The two of them had intercourse... I'm traumatized by the divorce. That is how I am half-horse, half-man!"

And so Joseph gathered up his familiars, Meso, Dorothy, Dusk, and Snow. Melody the druidic tree now watched over the town as a guide to help others adjust to their forms, allowing Joseph to leave Highland Lows for now, knowing they will be just fine till he can return.

Joseph groaned as they got to the top of the nearest hill overlooking the town and looked out over the glistening water beyond. Where did Appleseed go? Was he actually even planning to 'attack' another town in the first place? Was he just messing with Joseph's head for fun? His eyes widened.