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  1. Mwantum Kiteti

    Male to Female draenei comic

  2. A Cultural Prejudice **note in comments that I don't hate witches Walking from the campus' theater, having just watched a live production of "The Wizard of Oz" that was skewed in a more comedic fashion, three new college friends began joking about the performance. It was then that Anna turned the conversation to the Wicked Witch, each of them chuckling and joking about how grotesque the witch was. "I loved the huge nose they gave her, was hilariously fitting, and how she would keep slapping people with it!" Anna jested. "I know! And it was funny how fat she was, waddling around the stage, trying to look menacing!" Chloe added, fondly remembering the comedy they had just witnessed. The deceptively youthful witch wore a flabbergasted look upon her face, unbelieving what she had just heard, how dare they insult witches in such a manner! She quickly turned and faced the trio, her stony white hair whipping with her fast movement. The three strangers curled faces adorned with laughter, until each was startled by the woman's quick movement in their direction. An expression of ferocity boiled up in the witch's sharp features, the joking nature society had now placed on her kind had finally pushed her over the edge. Scowling at each of the three, she quickly analyzed each of them, searching for the most fitting punishments. First pointing a finger upon the young man and woman she angrily declared; "You two, you're nothing but pigs, fat, squealing beasts." Turning her gaze to the last of the three, a petite young red-headed woman she concluded; "And you, you'll find yourself becoming as plump and bulbous as the both of them… combined!" With that the witch turned and left them with; "Enjoy your new forms, you disgusting humans." The witch storming off from them in a hastened pace, borne from a blinding anger. The trio stood in shock, somewhat confused about what just happened. Though, in additions to this confusion each of them felt an odd tingling dissipating through their fit, youthful forms, leaving them with somewhat nervous feelings about the witch's promise, though they would not admit believing in such a thing out loud. The three new acquaintances looked at each other, unsure of what to say. The trim redhead tried to brush it off; "Okay guys, well that was weird." Chloe chuckled, somewhat nervously, "If you want help with that project later just text me, I'll be in tonight studying anyway." "Thanks Chloe, was nice meeting you." replied Anna. With that, Chloe gave a nervous smile and turned and hurried off, being careful to be sure the "witch" she apparently was going to be walking in the same direction as was not going to be too close. The dark-haired girl, Anna, nervously smoothed out her modest v-neck blouse over her stomach, in turn pulling the neck of her shirt done a bit, revealing just the slightest of her ample cleavage to Tyler for a brief moment. Anna was an attractive young woman who had become a bit curvier in her college years, though hardly what one could consider chubby. "Well I guess I should get started on that project, think I had enough fun for one night." She said to Tyler as she started to head to the library on the Friday evening. Seizing at an opportunity, Tyler retorted "Maybe I should come with you, ya probably don't want to be "poofing" into a pig on your lonesome do ya?" Tyler joked. Managing to earn a smile from Anna, she turned and agreed in jest; "Yeah, gonna need a strong boar to protect me from those hordes of witches. Come on, I guess a second set of hands could speed up this research a bit." With that the two of them started off over an artsy-looking bridge, heading towards the library. Coming back to Anna's secluded desk in an already empty library, after retrieving a few books he found her eating a sweet roll, the rest of the bag sitting next to her. Anna looked up from her bun, sensing a look of judgment from Tyler. "Shaddup, I'm hungry, and it's all I could find in a hurry." Tyler smirked, dropping the pile of books on the desk with a thump, followed by a couple large bags of skittles and m&ms. When Anna noticed this, she chuckled. "Just look at us pigs." she said jokingly, the idea still dancing in the back of her mind, causing her to shoot a sneaky glance down at her belly, questioning if it looked a little more plump than usual. She dismissed this thought as paranoia, instead choosing to distract herself with the research project. For about an hour the two college students sat in relative quiet, pouring over their respective research tools, every now and again passing their notes or findings to one another, joking about their professor and picking at their snacks. After being buried in his book for a while Tyler looked up at Anna as she intently scrolled through an article search, a puzzling look etching upon his face as he swore Anna looked a little more "puffy" than she had just a short time earlier, not to mention a bit of her cleavage was now plainly visible through her v-neck. His mind starting to swirl with speculation, he shortly began to lose focus and found himself becoming quite aroused at the sight of Anna. Before he could become too lost, Anna turned in her chair and questioned Tyler about an area of the project, breaking him from his trance. Seeing that Tyler was unfocussed and not even studying the material, she playfully scorned him. "You're reading about witchcraft? C'mon Tyler, she was just some hippy girl who dropped a bit too much acid today, forget about her. I've gotta go to the whizz palace anyway, you better be looking in the right book when I get back." With that, Anna stood up, slightly unsteadily, smoothed her shirt over her stomach, and quickly headed off towards the bathroom. Waiting a moment, Tyler turned and stole a glance at Anna as she walked off, just missing a good look at her as she disappeared around the corner. Tyler sat, considering what he thought might be happening, popping a few skittles into his mouth. Not considering it until now, Tyler took a glance down at himself. Almost as soon as he saw it with his own eyes he just noticed how his clothes felt tighter. He wasn't imagining things, Anna getting bigger was not an illusion! Considering that he too certainly had gotten a fair bit chubbier than he had been earlier. Confusion and fear beginning to addle his mind, he quickly looked around to be sure no one could see him, then stood up from his sitting place of the last hour. In doing so his shirt rode up a bit, exposing some of his rounding belly. Tyler quickly turned and looked at his reflection in the darkened sixth story window, now realizing that he too looked a bit "puffy" all over, not just his belly looked fattened up, but his chest pushed at his shirt chubbily, his butt tight in the seat of his jeans, soft love handles easing out his sides and his face more full and rounded. Managing to recover a bit from what he had just seen of himself, he thought of how this could be fixed. Surely this white-haired "hippy" was indeed a witch, and curses or spells could be reversed, right? Sitting his now larger butt down in his chair Tyler began frantically paging through his book on witchcraft, looking for a way to reverse what was happening to them. Lost in his determination for some time, Tyler then reached a moment of clarity, where was Anna? She had been in the bathroom for nearly a half hour. Just as he was considering going and checking on her heard a sniffle come from behind him. Turning in his chair, Anna stood before him. "Okay, I think I've gotten fatter." was all Anna managed to say, obviously coming down from being a bit shocked herself, as she looked at Tyler with shaky eyes. Before he replied Tyler instinctively took a good look over Anna's body, she had grown even more than he remembered. Her belly now clearly distended and large, the bottom of her round belly hung from her shirt, her enlarged belly button clearly visible through her dark blue top. Anna's breasts now swollen and heavy, clearly overflowing from her bra, her cleavage now very much on display. His eyes shifted downwards, her thighs and fattening hips bulging within the material of her heather grey leggings, looking closer with an increasingly instinctual drive, he thought he could just make out the definition of her swollen vulva when his focus was broken. "Tyler, what's happening to us? That girl couldn't have actually been a witch, there's no way we're turning into pigs, this is just some weird food reaction, isn't it?" Anna proclaimed, seemingly not even convinced by her own words. Tyler looked up at Anna's face, it too looking a fair bit fatter, a double chin just staring to develop under her rounding face. "I don't think so Anna. I fear this is all too real, some strange force is changing our bodies, and we have to stop it." Anna sat down, disliking the creaking sound the chair now made when taking on her increased weight, she must have gained over thirty pounds just this evening, she thought. She and Tyler talked for a bit, meanwhile each of them becoming paranoid of their bodies, each occasionally swearing their clothes had gotten just a bit tighter, or a new jiggle was noticed here or there. Once delving into the books on witchcraft more they realized they themselves could not reverse the spell, they must get the one who cast it upon them to reverse it, additionally, Anna noticed a clause to this; "Only before a transmogrifying spell has been consummated can the spell be hoped to be reversed. Once consummated the spell will take permanence, and those affected will become lost forever to their new forms." "Consummated?" Anna thought out loud, her usually sharp mind for some reason taking longer to process this bit of simple information. Then it hit her; "Oh…" Anna quickly looked at Tyler, her face flushing red as carnal thoughts of him crept inwards after the realization. Though Anna could see Tyler was thinking of something similar as it took him a moment to realize Anna was looking at him, he broke his gaze away from her increasingly curvy body and cleared his throat. "Erm, what's that now?" Tyler clearly having lost focus on the issue at hand, the animalistic desires starting to strengthen their hold over him. "It's nothing." Anna said, nervously as she forced herself to look away from the bulge pressing against the front of Tyler's jeans. "We just need to find this witch." Clearly still a little fuzzy from his recent daydream it took Tyler a moment to respond; "… and how do we do that?". In that moment in dawned on Anna, "Chloe! She had to walk in the same direction as that witch when she went home, maybe Chloe saw where the witch went, or lives." Tyler lit up a bit when this good news registered with him, "Nice! Text her, let's get over to her place and figure this out, don't think this shirt's gonna stay on me much longer." Tyler tried to joke, though it was somewhat clear that he was nervous about his changing body. A little while after the the text was sent to Chloe, under the guise of wanting help with the project, they heard no response. It was then that Anna decided to follow that text with a bit more honesty, it read; "Chloe, something is happening to us. Help." In a minute's time she received a response, simply of Chloe's address. "Shit." Anna declared, having to clear her throat a bit. "I wonder what's happening to Chloe?" Anna and Tyler packed their things, when Anna noticed Tyler's attention was momentarily elsewhere she seized the opportunity to eat those m&ms and skittles that had been mocking her for the past two hours, she was so hungry. Almost in a frenzy, Anna scooped up two big handfuls of the candy, being indiscriminate, not caring to mix the two as she shoved them in her mouth. She had already swallowed quite a bit before Tyler turned and noticed her, at which point she froze, quite embarrassed by her piggish behavior. Acting as though he didn't see anything, as to avoid further embarrassing the poor, chubby Anna. Tyler stood from his chair; "C'mon, let's get out of here." he said beckoning to Anna as she finished chewing. Anna shakily got to her feet, feeling awkward as her weight and center of gravity were far different than they had been even an hour ago. Looking down at herself, feeling her new double chin fold and squish as she did so, her body had got even fatter, her larger breasts blocking much of her view, but not enough to see that her shirt didn't even cover her belly button anymore. "Ohhh, Tyler, I'm so fat!" she mewled as she adjusted her ill-fitting bra over her misshaping breasts. Tyler placed an arm around her now thicker, slightly hunching back, which managed to keep her from breaking into tears, and they walked from the library, though somewhat more laboriously as they did when they arrived two hours ago. "This is it." Anna grunted as she looked up from her sizable burrito she was currently enjoying a bit too much, despite being her second in the past fifteen minutes. "This is Chloe's house." Looking down at her phone, Anna was just about to let Chloe know they had arrived when a text from Chloe popped onto her screen. "Come inside" it read. Reading the text to Tyler as she shot him an uncertain look, noticing how much fatter Tyler had gotten, his fat belly quite visible as his shirt had ridden up quite a bit, small tears beginning to form here and there. While inspecting her new friend Anna noticed a course fuzz had spouted from Tyler's body, which seemed to glow like an aura under the dim, yellow street lamps lining the road that sat on the edge of campus. "Well, c'mon let's get to it." said Tyler as her reached to take Anna's free hand, each of their hands swollen with fat, and oddly stiff as they clasped with each other. Tyler knocked on Chloe's door with his chubby fist, feeling bits of his growing body jiggle from the action, which only served to unsettle him that much more. Within a few moments the deadbolt clicked, and the door cracked open, the redhead's eyes peeked from the gap from within the darkened house, Tyler and Anna having a hard time picking out any changes in the cute redhead. "Hey guys" Chloe said meekly, her voice sounding slightly deeper than before as her eyes slid over her two fattening acquaintances. "Come on in, I think we should talk." Tyler and Anna pushed the door open as they made there way into Chloe's dark home as they each struggled to see what had been happening to Chloe, though, in the darkness it proved difficult. One they had reached a back room for a moment the three stopped and stood in silence, Chloe having some difficulty deciding how to proceed.Once gathering up some courage Chloe broke the unsettling silence. "Guys, something weird has been happening to me too, I think that girl really was a witch." With that, Chloe mustered the courage to flick on the room's lamp. Before them no longer stood the cute, trim redheaded girl, that girl had long since passed, possibly swallowed by the behemoth that stood before them. Chloe's body had apparently outgrown the ripped clothing that lay scattered throughout the room, she was now stuffed into a pair of Kansas State sweats. Despite the sweat's elasticity Chloe's body bulged at every bit of material, fat thighs squeezing outwards from her widening hips, Chloe's belly hanging heavy from the once-baggy sweatshirt, riding up hard, Chloe's breasts now massive, straining at the material, having grown into a pleasing roundness that could clearly be seen through the undersized top. Chloe's arms sitting extremely tight in her sleeves, the wildly obese girl began to sob at having revealed herself to her equally fat friends, her body clearly jiggling from the crying. "Oh, my girl, it's okay. We'll figure this thing out." Anna said soothingly as she moved in to hug the fattening girl, some awkwardness being found as their fat bodies and breasts squished against one another's, each finding difficulty to reach their own chubby arms around the other's growing body. Tyler watched as the two unusually chubby girls embraced, somewhat ashamed that he was feeling rather turned on by their chubbiness, an embarrassing bulge beginning to form in his jeans. Briefly, he considered turning away but he was almost memorized by their interlocking fatness, how their bodies squished into each other, Chloe's enormous breasts dominating over Anna's sagging mammaries. With some effort Anna turned her thick neck to see the mesmerized Tyler, the bulge in his pants clearly visible, inciting the ideas of "consummation" within Anna once again, her face flushing as she began to realize how much she wanted it now. Breaking herself from this dampening spell, Anna looked to get back on track and end these changes before they went too far. "So Chloe, we think we can fix this." noted Anna, noticing her voice sounded a bit deeper as well, as she let go of her plumping friend. "H…how?" asked Chloe, as she dried her eyes with one of her tightening sleeves. "We have to find that witch, only she can turn us back. We have to apologize to her, let her know this is all some misunderstanding." grunted Anna, her tongue feeling thicker, less dextrous. "Right, well let's get going, I don't want to get much bigger if I don't have to." Replied Chloe, filling with determination as she heavily made her way to the door. Stopping at the doorway, Chloe noticed her two pals were not following. Turning, she looked to Tyler and Anna, who stood in their places. Noticing a strange look upon their faces Chloe inquired as to what was the matter. Not receiving a response from here friends she started towards them. Just then, with a loud groan Tyler grabbed his stomach in pain, Chloe's eyes darted to Anna as she began groaning as well. "Guys, what's wrong?!" Chloe asked, becoming frightened. Chloe's question was shortly answered, though not with words, first Tyler began rapidly growing larger, his already strained clothes beginning to tear away here and there, accompanied by loud ripping and pops as the material and stitches gave way to the swelling folds of fat. Then it hit Anna, she too blowing up considerably, she pulled at her overly strained blouse with her thickening hands, tearing it free from expanding body, revealing to the world the rows of teats that she had been hiding since they left the library. Pudge was piling on the two college students at an alarming rate, Anna gasped as she felt her brassiere digging deep into her soft, hot flesh, beginning to cause some constriction to her ragged, labored breathing. Anna reached back with her thickening arms, fumbling to undo the bra's clasp with her dumbing hands, but before she could her barreling torso did the work for her, the clasp snapping with a tremendous force, the bra doing nothing to support Anna's now exposed breasts. Anna looked down, snorting in embarrassment once she saw her body, her once full, round tits that men had fawned over now resembled little more than swollen pig's teats, now just chubby versions of the ones that were growing in size down her belly. Anna's self pity was cut short when she heard Tyler let loose a shrill squeal, looking up she could see his pants tearing from his thickening thighs, the jeans loosening, dropping into a pile around his feet. Anna tore her eyes away from Tyler's bulging genitalia from within his now skin-tight boxers as she noticed the sensation of her own legs bulking up. Grateful she had chose to wear leggings today Anna watched as her own legs swelled with fat, the stretchy material easily accommodating the growing girl's fat thighs. Feeling the sensations beginning to die down, Anna's heart fluttered in relief, thankful that she wasn't about to fully devolve, not now, not before finding this witch and making things right with her. Chloe stared, flabbergasted at what she just saw, sure. when Tyler and Anna arrived a short time ago they were quite chubby versions of themselves, but now, now they had gone through some rather serious changes, changes that only served to ignite a deepening fear in Chloe's chubby heart. Tyler and Anna's recent growth spurt had not only increased their girth, but left them much less human, the both of them now adorned with a number of pig-like features; their limbs seeming, shorter, stockier, their faces swollen and saggy, tusks beginning to poke from their mouths, noses beginning to upturn, nostrils flaring with each labored breath, their ears poked from their hair, the ends lengthened and becoming pointy. Chloe then looked to Tyler, his body had sprouted course, translucent hairs all over, his boxers doing little to conceal his changing genitals, his balls larger, straining against the green material, and a pig's sheath creeping out of his waistband, stopping just short of his navel, completely concealing his changing penis within, like some kind of morbid chrysalis. Turning her attention to Anna, Chloe noticed Anna's body had now taken a sharp turn for the porcine, her mammaries clearly no longer human, all eight of them, the fat Anna had been putting on no longer held the heavy feminine curves Anna had arrived with but now Anna's body had barreled out, even her rolls had been absorbed into Anna's rounding torso. Behind her, Anna's butt had lost its feminine plumpness, now oddly small and flat considering the rest of Anna's swollen body. Trying to maintain some modesty, despite what just happened, Anna clutched what was left of her breasts in her hoof-like hands. "Oh my God, we really are turning into pigs. The witch didn't just mean we'd get fat." Anna grunted in disbelief, turning her gaze to Chloe, her look clearly asking why Chloe wasn't turning too. Almost being beckoned by the look Anna gave, Chloe began feeling odd, a strange tingling spread through her body, Chloe's heart sinking as she feared what was coming, she did not want to become a pig too, her friends looked so gross. Then, quickly a weird squishing feeling began blossoming throughout her body, firstly beginning in her rear. Chloe likened the feeling to something like chunky jello squeezing through too small an opening as her butt began to inflate with cellulite behind her, tightening her sweats even more. Momentarily loosing her balance from the rapid weight displacement, Chloe wobbled in place, finding purchase once her thighs followed in the same manner, pressing ever more tightly to her grey sweats, Chloe's hips widening with a pop to accommodate her massive thighs. Then, to Chloe's disgust, her pubic area began following suit, getting so bulbous and round, sitting in a fat paunch above the girl's groin, straining the lap of her pants. Feeling as though the changes had stopped Chloe looked up to her fat friends, embarrassed by the pear shape she was taking. Though the changes did not abate for long, Chloe shook hard as a chill ran through her plumping form, feeling her body jiggle all over, her belly and torso began to expand quickly with mass amounts of fat, her arms being pushed outwards as heavy folds of fat formed beneath her fattening upper arms, Chloe's grey sweat top being pushed upwards as her belly could no longer fit beneath the already stretched material. Her top coming to a rest just beneath her inflating breasts, acting as a makeshift bra for her heavy, bowling ball-sized breasts. The crescendo of this horrible act came when the look of fear on Chloe's face became accentuated by a thick double chin and inflating, but sagging cheeks, her entire face thickening into the visage of an obese young woman. The three, now unrecognizable college students stood in silence for a moment, their terrifying predicament washing over each of them, feelings of hopeless came as they felt like strangers in their own bodies. Anna, getting her wits about her, took charge of the situation. "Okay, we need to get moving. *Squeal* But first, *snort* we're gonna need some clothes." Snorted Anna, talking was becoming an issue, seeming as though she was grunting as often as producing human speech. Chloe, still reeling, gathered herself enough to reply with a nod, snorting back her own tears, at least in a more human manner than her pals. Making their way out into the night, each of the sweats-clad college fatties wobbled through the front door, Chloe having to squeeze through the door's opening, her widened and fat hips not doing her any favors. "This way." Chloe announced, taking lead, still wearing the same ill-fitting sweats she had on before. Much of her swollen body exposed to the night's air, Chloe somewhat envied her piggy friends, for at least only bits of their fat bodies shone through their tightened sweats, whereas Chloe felt like she was on fully display, body and breasts bouncing with each laborious step. As the group almost comically wobbled down the quiet streets Chloe could feel her sweats tearing, notably between her thick thighs as cool air would periodically rush in around her nethers. Anna, having lost much of her butt, found herself continually having to pull up her heather-grey leggings, a task that wasn't becoming any easier as her hands lost their dexterity. Each time pulling them up presented Tyler with a nice, chubby camel toe, illuminated under the street lamps. Only passing a few others while waddling towards their hoped salvation, they were each time almost certainly met with either gaping stares, snide passing remarks, or a quiet snickering. Each of the plumped students glowing red in embarrassment, though they were somewhat thankful that they would not be recognized by anyone, considering how much they've changed over the past few hours. Chloe stopped in her tracks in front of an unassuming, victorian house, that seemed surprisingly well-lit for this perceived "dark witch". Gulping down her fear, after hearing Tyler and Anna shuffle to a stop behind her Chloe started towards the beautiful red front door. "C'mon guys." She said encouragingly to her friends, not bothering to look in their direction. Almost like the scene from a cheesy horror flick, as Chloe knocked on the front door in creaked open, opening enough for her to hear a vaguely familiar voice beckon to enter. "Come in my dears, I have been waiting for your arrival". Heart pounding in her chest, Chloe pushed open the door and stepped into the room, her friends in tow. Before her was the oddly attractive white-haired young woman, sitting in some grand throne-like chair, peculiarly facing the front door. "My my my, looks like you three have had quite the evening." The woman said with a wry smile, seemingly pleased with what she saw standing before her. "Look, we've come here to apologize. I'm very sorry if we offended you earlier, but please, don't let us be forced to live like this." Chloe begged, unsure why her friends weren't chiming in their pleas, especially the chatty Anna. Chloe turned to face Tyler and Anna, seeing what had become of them had caused her to gasp, they both stood behind her, wildly hunched, as though they were nearly ready to plop down onto all fours, the two took turns sniffing each other, now looking far more pig than human. Some realization of what was happening managed to shine through in Anna, shaking away the instinctual tendrils that were creeping into her devolving mind, she took the opportunity to speak her peace. "Pleathhhh, *snort* hahalpmeeee *squeal*". Anna managed to grunt, before she let go of a loud fart, she and Tyler breaking into a strange mixture of stupefied laughter, squealing and grunting. Quickly, the both of them apparently forgetting what they were doing there, as they then took to groping at each other and trying to kiss with distorted, growing snouts. Anna reached down and began rubbing at Tyler's exposed sheath, wanting what was inside so badly. Chloe's fat face wore hopeless disbelief, heart sinking, their best speaker apparently just gave in to her animalistic desires. "Why certainly." The woman smiled. "I'd be happy to help you with that little issue." With that, the woman snapped her fingers. Anna fell to the ground with a loud snort, her body bloating with piggish fat as her sweats began ripping off her barreling out torso. Trying to stand again Anna found herself locking into a quadruped position as her joints popped with their adjusting realignments. Anna's rear now propped up and facing Tyler she looked back at him, fear quickly turning to animalistic lust as her eyes shifted downward to his penis as it poked from its sheath, revealing its new, piggish shape. Anna bit what was left of her human lip as her face flushed hard, before she shuddered in a mixture of ecstasy and bodily growth as her rear end entered into a growth spurt that sought to see her misshaping butt finish its devolution into a sow's hindquarters. Tyler watched in lustful anticipation as Anna's heather grey leggings slipped down her pig legs, leaving just her overly tight, pink panties clinging to her most delicate parts. Chloe cried out in protest as she saw Tyler begin his approach to mounting his desired mate, desperate not to lose her friends to this curse. Yet Tyler cared not for the fat human's garbled noises, all that mattered now was taking this sow, making her his mate, getting his hot member into her swollen and wet pussy and filling her with his seed, and nothing could stop him now, not even the small voice in the back of his head, telling him it would be over if he did this. That small voice was not long for this world as he too thumped to all fours, eyes fixed on the swollen folds beneath the wet panties, taking his growing tusks to the material he ripped the undergarments from his mate, Anna squealing in a submissive lust. Chloe's eyes widened as she stood frozen in shock, now watching Tyler penetrate her new friend, Anna. Animalistic, vigorous rutting began between the two of them as the changes accelerated ten-fold. Color washed from Chloe's face as her two friends were rapidly replaced by two vigorously-mating, wildly fat pigs. Almost declaring their complete transition from human into animal, clothing loudly tore from the grappling pigs' bodies, a necklace broke free from the Anna pig's thick neck and their thinned hair fell to checkered floor as the two pigs were lost in their mating. Now understanding how this situation with the mad witch was likely to unfold for her, Chloe's fight or flight response kicked into full gear, she turned her wide, green eyes to the deviously smiling witch before breaking for the front door. Yet poor Chloe was so large and cumbersome, her attempted escape appeared comically slow and ponderous as her heavy steps carried her wobbling and jiggling body towards the door. Despite the humor of it, the witch was not about to let her prey escape, as she darted from behind, shoving the excessively plump redhead from behind, easily causing Chloe to lose what little balance she maintained. Chloe heavily timbered forwards, toppling a small shelf she reached out for in hopes of finding balance, both she, the shelf and its many trinkets scattered to the ground. Laying face down, her large cleavage now exposed as her top ripped down the front from the violent fall, Chloe could hear the witch teasing her and promising a nasty end for dear Chloe as she calmly stepped around the bulbous and curvaceous redhead. Almost literally grabbing at straws Chloe sneakily snatched up a fallen trinket, one that had something of a familiar appearance to it. Of what little knowledge Chloe had of the world of the occult she had the vague sense that this particular design was that of a warding from evils, hopeless and trapped, Chloe cluing to desperation that this small, etched bronze piece could save her from a terrible fate she was hearing promised for her. With some effort, Chloe rolled to face her adversary, the witch stood at her feet, an evil smile fixed upon her. "I see how you've been looking to your friends… in almost a motherly kind of fashion. Here, let me help you realize that, you look like you'd make an excellent mother to a couple of suckling piglets." The witch playfully threatened Chloe as she again snapped her fingers, actuating the spell. Chloe felt a tingling began spreading through her that somehow itched with a darkness, that was at least until she felt the bronze piece in her hand glowing with warmth, the dark feeling abating and the warmth taking over. The witch's face still adorned with a creepy smile, as she eagerly waited for the redhead to begin her devolution into a pig mother, though her face turned to confusion as she felt a tingling blossoming within herself. Taking her gaze from Chloe for a few moments, the witch tried to place why she felt this strange, unsettling feeling washing through her. While the white-haired witch was distracted Chloe felt a wonderful feeling dancing within her fat form, Chloe looked down with astonishment as she could swear her large, fatty body was beginning to lose weight. Then the changes picked up pace as Chloe could clearly tell her body was rapidly losing weight, the skin tight sweats beginning to ease up their stranglehold they maintained over her fatty, curvaceous body. Yet Chloe was not the only one who felt their clothing become slackened, the witch stared flabbergasted as she noticed her own clothing becoming ill-fitting. The witch stared as she felt her bra cups lose hold on her shrinking breasts, straps slipping from her shoulder. The witch pulled her top over her head to get a better look at what was happening to her, now standing in just a too-large brassiere and loosening pants the witch looked to Chloe, seeing the bronze totem clutched in the redhead's thinning hand. Seeing Chloe now only slightly chubbier than she was at the theater, the witch understood the situation, her spell had been warded and her evils turned back on her! "You fool!" the witch scolded the trimming redhead as she began to move towards Chloe, in an effort to remove the totem from the prey-turned-aggressor. Yet before she reached the girl she noticed Chloe's legs began to tremble, driven by an unknown force Chloe pulled her much-too-loose sweats and panties from her legs, exposing her vagina to the witch. Confused, the witch stopped in her tracks for a moment. A moment was all that was needed as Chloe felt an intense need to push, so she did so, and was met with an explosive surprise. Both Chloe and the witch's eyes popped wide as a tentacle-like umbilical cord shot from Chloe's sex and latched onto the witch's exposed navel. The shocked witch looked from the equally surprised Chloe and down to her stomach where the strange growth had attached itself firmly. The witch pulled hard in panicked and desperate attempts to remove the cord from her. Though her efforts proved fruitless as she could feel the cord fixing itself in place, attaching to her as would an umbilical cord to a baby. Chloe and the witch's body's now linked, the two of them trembled and groaned in unison as their bodies synched with one another. The wide-eyed Chloe watched as the witch continued to shrink, gently easing herself to the floor as the witch rapidly grew younger. Feeling this, the witch tried to grasp for a way out of her humbling predicament as she felt herself regressing more than just in age, her thoughts becoming more juvenile by the passing seconds. Chloe could feel the cord pulling the regressing witch closer as she grew smaller and smaller, the witch's efforts to resist growing less and less motivated, as she found it harder to care as she began to notice feelings of emotional attachment to Chloe. As the witch grew smaller her features too began changing to match Chloe's her white hair shifting to a vibrant red, freckles adorning her paling skin. For several minutes Chloe watched in a strange amazement as the witch progressively became younger and more similar to her new mother, Chloe. As the regressing witch drew nearer and nearer to Chloe's vagina, Chloe too began to feel emotional attachment to her new daughter, who was becoming rather infantile, at which point Chloe then noticed a pressure in her own breasts as milk began filling them, once again inflating them in size, them pressing gently against her now baggy sweatshirt. The spell nearing completion, in one quick and strangely painless motion Chloe's daughter was pulled inside her, Chloe's belly growing large, then shrinking down somewhat as her new pregnancy regressed into just a few months from her new due date, the spell firmly stopping there. The witch now sealed inside her new mother, she was now being changed at the most fundamental of levels, her very being was now being rewritten to reflect a true daughter of Chloe. Chloe worked herself to her feet, hand on her pregnant belly, she now was very much back to her old self, except the obvious pregnant belly and a bit of extra plumpness brought on by her pregnant hormone shift. Chloe stood in the witch's home, wearing just a stretched-out KSU sweatshirt, while a pair of pigs continued to loudly rut in the background. Looking from her permanently-pigged friends with some pity, despite how much they seemed to be enjoying themselves, Chloe rubbed her distended belly. "Well, this is going to be hard to explain to my boyfriend." fupa Brainstorm: Tyler begins to devolve much quicker, Anna & him sex, Anna reluctant, Chloe intervenes, stops when she begins inflating into a blueberry/ball of fat. The 3 of them head out, movement's becoming more and more laborious, drawing odd looks and ridicule, make it to witch's home, pleased to see them, speeds up Anna & Tyler (or just Ty) they sex, lose themselves, Chloe appalled, frightened, tries to flee, witch attempts to finish off Chloe (or turn into pumpkin/fruit) Chloe gets lucky, causes spell to backfire (Deny the Witch), witch gets sucked into/grows into Chloe/ witch grows just as fat, becomes male/is fucked/ witch changes place with Chloe, Chloe becomes a dark witch/, Chloe turns full fatty, brainwashed into fat woman, Chloe shoots umbilical cord into witch's belly, witch shrinks, sucked into Chloe becomes preggard/regresses completely to early pregnancy/moment of fertilization.
  3. WEDNESDAY (PM) “Step up! Step Up! Come one, come all!” They were only sounds that stood out amongst the deafening chatter of the crowd. Moving through the swarm proved difficult, no matter how careful you were, you’d always end up bumping someone. The entire place smelled of oil, sweat and cotton candy. Stalls were scattered everywhere, under brightly lit signs with attractive prizes at the forefront of each game. It was a typical fairground affair “So… Where do you want to go next?” the young man asked. He was tall, with light brown hair that gently hung from his head, not needing any serious attention. He was dressed in semi-formal attire, a nice pair of jeans and shoes and a warm jacket to fight of the midnight air. He was walking arm in arm with a woman. She was of similar age and was wearing a light coloured dress. She had blonde hair which was done up neatly in bun behind her. She had a subtle pair of earrings and wore stockings beneath her dress, over top of which she wore a pair black boots, dirtied from the ground. “Well… You could go full clique and win me a stuffed animal?” She replied. The boy laughed loudly in response. “Haha, yes I suppose I could, and would you look at that Lauren, there’s a stall right over there.” He said, grasping her hand as they dashed through the crowds and queued at the stall. “Listen Peter, I want you to spend all of your money on this cheap meaningless stuffed animal okay? I don’t care if you get evicted because you can’t pay rent, so long as I have my $5 bear I don’t care.” Lauren said, staring him directly in the eyes as they both started laughing hysterically. Finally it came time for them to move up for their turn. The stall was being run by a young man, he seemed rather inexperienced and distracted by the noise and people around him. His uniform was sweaty and he talked with a distinctive stutter and accent. Coupled with his noticeably tan skin it was easy to pick that he wasn’t from America. He was tall and had brown curly hair. Peter took a look around the game; it was a toss the rings deal, with different bottles lined up. The further back the bottles were the better the prize. Peter slapped his money on the table and the clerk handed him a set of five rings. “Make them count…” Lauren whispered in his ear as he took aim and threw the first ring. He massively overpowered the shot, sending it slamming into the back of the stall missing the bottles by a mile. “Woah, these things are lighter than I thought.” He said as he threw his second. This time he had the right power, though his aim was just off. It angled sideways and skimmed off of the bottle and onto the ground. He grunted, standing up straight and correcting his stance before aiming again, throwing the third and fourth rings with quick succession. They too narrowly missed their targets. Finally it came down to his last shot. He took a deep breath; inhaled then slowly exhaled, he pulled his arm back and flung. As if in slow motion the ring sailed through the air and onto the neck of the bottle, spinning victoriously around its lip. Just as Peter was about the yell in triumph the ring bounced right back off again, as if it was never designed to fit. “What… What the hell?” “Sorry sir, better luck next time.” The attendant replied monotonously then like a machine, he went to collect the fallen rings. “No. You saw that too, right Lauren? That was on!” He said. “It looked like it, but these games are probably rigged so there isn’t much we can do. It was fun watching you try so hard though, ha-ha! Come on, we’ll go find something else to do.” She said, trying to drag him away. “Wait just a second. Excuse me!” He called to the attendant. “Would you like to play another round? “ He replied. “No. I just want you to go and place that ring, on top of that bottle over there, the one right close to the back.” Peter demanded. The clerk hesitated for a second. “Sorry sir, I can’t do that.” “You what?! So this game is rigged. I should have known.... Look I don’t care about your shady dealings; I just want my 5 bucks back. Then I’ll leave and you can continue your scam.” He said, deciding that was a reasonable course of action. The clerk hesitated once again, before repeating. “I’m sorry sir I can’t do that.” As he pointed to a ‘no refund sign’. “Are you kidding me? This is insane. Stop being an asshole; you literally just robbed me of my money. Give me the 5 Dollars back and we can go on our separate ways.” He said, trying to keep his calm. The clerk squirmed in his shoes, clearly uncomfortable in this situation. He started sweating even more as he turned around, knocking on a caravan door behind him, yelling in some foreign language. Moments after an elderly lady stepped out. She was a stereotypical looking hag, small, hunch backed with a cane. She had a long nose with several warts on it and was dressed in a long black dress. She crawled down the stairs at a snail’s pace before making her way to the front of the stall. She looked up at Peter, staring straight through him with her piercingly cold eyes. “Go Away.” She said simply, in her thick accent. “What the fuck! Are you kidding me? Listen lady, I’ll say what I said to your dipshit attendant. All I want is my money back! I don’t give a flying fuck what you do after that! You are the worst kind of people!” He said, really begging to lose his cool. “Look, ma’am. We feel like we were unfairly cheated of our money, my boyfriend here is clearly overreacting, but his point still stands. If we could just have a refund we’d be out of your hair in a second. You’d never see as again.” The woman stared at Lauren now, sending a chill down the young woman’s spine before replying “No.” Lauren sighed. “Hey Peter, maybe we should just leave. It’s only $5. These people are asses.” “We’re asses?! You people are the true asses! You come to play game, ignore signs about refund and then make threatening statement! I curse you!” She says. “Oh no! We’ve gone and done it now!” Peter says sarcastically. The gypsy looks up to the full moon above, smirking with anger. “On the next full moon you will become the asses you have proven yourselves to be! One day at a time you shall feel my curse! Save yourselves from this fate and apologize!” “No you crazy bitch!” Lauren shouted, getting angry too now. “Peter, fuck these guys, let’s just go. This is ruining my night.” “Yeah, you’re nuts if you think we’re going to apologize to you. You can keep the money; I hope you get what’s coming to you.” He said before putting his hands around Lauren and walking away from the booth. Behind them, the gypsy woman smiled widely. As soon as they were away from the booth both Peter and Lauren burst out laughing. The very notion of a curse made them hysterical. The pair worked their way around the rest of the carnival, making sure not to play any more games, instead just enjoying the selection of animals they had on display as well as the live shows. Finally the night came to an end and despite their small confrontation the couple found that they had enjoyed themselves. WEDNESDAY (PM) – ONE MONTH LATER Peter and Lauren lay outside on deckchairs as they gazed up at the stars. It was a full moon that night and they decided to spend it outdoors in each other’s company. It had been an entire month since the fair had been through town, but as time passed, so did the thoughts from their minds. They sat close to one another sharing a large blanket to shelter from the cold as the discussed trivial topics. “The moon’s so beautiful tonight…” Lauren said as she stared at it intently. She didn’t know why at the time, but a warm feeling had begun to spread through her chest. She felt almost light headed, though she shook it off. “Yeah I agree. I don’t know why but tonight’s seems much more spectacular.” Peter agreed as he too found himself lost within its gaze. He began to feel strange too. His heart started racing all of a sudden as a strange sensation pushed its way down his body. He though he was just getting aroused, though nothing was made of it. The two continued speaking, trying their best to ignore the way they felt. But the more they stared at the moon the stronger the feeling became. Unbeknownst to them, it was caused by the curse of the gypsy. Her words were not the false threat that they believed them to be as Lauren’ ears began to twitch. She let out a small moan as they began to grow. They got longer with each passing second, growing sideways until reached almost six inches in length. She could feel it happening, though she couldn’t comprehend what she was feeling. By the time she raised her hands upwards they had already fully grown and small patches of fur had just begun to appear over them. She grabbed one with her hand; running her hand along it and screwing her face up in confusion. Meanwhile Peter had long since sat up. He could feel a pressure building just above his ass, like he was sitting on something strange. Immediately as he left his chair he felt relief. He looked behind him, searching the chair for a foreign object when he felt it once more, this time pushing its way against the back of his pants. He groaned uncomfortably, thinking whatever it was before had entered his trousers. He could feel whatever it was, working against his tailbone as he quickly undid his belt buckle, sliding them down just and inch before the pressure subsided. Holding his pants up with his thighs he reached behind him, trying to grasp whatever was causing him such discomfort. His fingers wrapped tightly around the strange object, causing his eyes to open wide in shock when he felt it. He felt his fingers around the object. “”What the hell!?” he muttered under his breath. He then grabbed the rope like object and pulled it in front of him. It was furry and long, with a large tasselled end. It seemed alive between his fingers and swayed around wildly. It took him a second to realise exactly what it was. Lauren meanwhile was trying to comprehend why her ears were so large and furry. “Uh Peter… What’s this?” She asked, turning her head towards her boyfriend who was now standing, his pants down to his knees as he grasped what appeared to be his own tail in his hands. He looked up at Lauren who grasped a pair of furry donkey ears in her hands as they both screamed loudly. They continued yelling, running around in panic for what must have been 10 minutes before they finally calmed down enough to think. “This can’t be real…” Peter said, thinking back to the night of the fair. “She actually cursed us…” “Well it is real Peter! Do you remember what she said?! Exactly what she said?!” Lauren replied. “Well not really… It was something about a full moon, asses and it affecting us daily… One day at a time? I remember that line. She said to break the curse we needed to apologize.” He replied. “Well okay, the full moon makes sense, that’s what triggered it…” Lauren deduces, looking upwards. “Assess is a little more difficult, but ass is slang for a donkey, which explains the ears and tail. As for the daily part I have no idea. I mean, this will clearly affect us on a daily basis, so I don’t get it.” “I think it means we’ll change a little bit every day. Or at least that’s my guess.” Peter said. “So that’s it then. Every day we’ll slowly turn into animals!” She said. “So what now?” Peter asked. “Now we track down that crazy woman and apologize.’ Hopefully she can reverse this before it’s too late.” Said Lauren “Well… We don’t even know where she is. She could be halfway across the country by now.” “We’ll have to find out where they are, just go and get your laptop, I’ll get mine and we can search for the name.” “Yeah, what was that again?” Peter said, rubbing the back of his head. “You don’t remember?! Crap, neither do I. Just be vague and search for traveling fairs. I’m sure something will come up.” The pair dash inside and as instructed get straight onto their computers typing madly away at google. They could only pray that they would be successful in tracking down the gypsy who cursed them and the fair she belonged too. It was difficult not even knowing the name of the place, but they were determined and would stay up all night if they had too. THURSDAY – (AM) Peter and Lauren awoke early the next morning, their faces resting on their keyboards. They rubbed their heads, groaning as they slowly began to remember why they were there, though the second they looked at their screens it was obvious. They had barely managed to find any information relating to the fair whatsoever, just the fact that one had occurred. For that day they decided to head back to the fair ground in an attempt to locate clues. Before they go they decide to head through the shower. Soon Peter is ready and Lauren is not far behind. As she dry’s herself off she looks in the mirror, noticing something strange. Her ears were normal. Her heart leapt, she thought they were gone! Lauren shot her hands up and felt them and then her heart came thundering down. She could still feel them. They were physically still there, just seemingly invisible to reflections. “Peter!” She shouts as she continues looking in the mirror. He came running as fast as he could, opening the door as she stood there partially naked. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “The reflection, look, my ears are normal.” She said. He walked further in, looking at their small bathroom mirror in amazement. “Well would you look at that.” He said. “So how do you explain that?” “I guess it’s to stop people noticing? She must have done this before, there’s a reason why she was never caught. The mirror thing must stop photographs. So I’m willing to bet that we can walk around outside with little consequence.” “Well we’re going to have to if we want to make it to the gypsy.” After waiting for Lauren to get dressed the pair hesitantly ventured outside. As they turn their heads they spot someone walking down the street. Their hearts began beating faster as the random stranger approached. Soon he was right next to them, saying hello before passing them by, as if nothing were wrong. He didn’t once glance at Peter’s tail or Lauren’s ears, both of which were completely visible. “I guess that settles it then” Peter says. They then got into their car and began the drive to the fairground. They arrived just before midday only to find the lot predictably empty. “Just, look around. Maybe there is something here.” Lauren suggested. The pair split up, looking everywhere for even just a flyer, though the field looked as if it had been cleaned immaculately. No matter how finely they combed the grass nothing was turning up. Never one to give up so easily, Peter spotted a nearby dumpster. Looking around to make sure nobody was watching he jumped head first into the rubbish. After what seemed like an eternity he emerged grasping something. A flier advertising the fair! It had the name of the fair as well as the names of the towns they were visiting, though the announced dates only went up until last week. “Damn!” He exclaimed. “Well it’s a start I guess…” He got out of the trash and brushed himself off, before turning around and looking for Lauren. He spotted her across the field, dashing towards her to deliver what little good news he had. He was completely out of breath when he arrived; instead he just held the flier in his outstretched hand as Lauren took it from him. “Shit. We were so close too… So what do we do know?” Lauren asked after she had finished reading it and Peter had finished catching his breath. “We’ll have to go around ticket agencies, show them the flier and hope they have an updated one they could give us.” “Okay good plan!” Lauren says, before looking at her phone. “But by the time we get back into town they’ll be all shut.” She says, losing all of her enthusiasm. “Well we’ll… just have to wait until tomorrow.” He says. Seemingly defeated the pair goes back to their car and begins the long and depressing ride home, they had accomplished little in that day and who knew how far away the travelling carnival was. It was a very silent ride home. The sun had long since set as they pulled into their drive, their headlight illuminated the empty streets. With a careless slam of the car doors the pair wandered inside and slumped down onto their beds. THURSDAY (PM) “Jesus Christ that was draining. I’m so tired.” Lauren says, yawning. She began to get undressed, readying herself for bed. Frowning as her shirt brushed up against her ears. She continued undressing until she sat in her bra and panties. “Yeah me too.” Peter replies, taking his shoes off. “My feet are killing me.” They shared a small silence together before Lauren asked “So… When do you think we’ll… change again.” “Any second now I’d say. The day’s almost over and I haven’t noticed anything.” “Yeah neither have I…” She said, though as if on cue Lauren began to groan. Peter could only watch as her panties began to decolourize, a dark wet patch forming in their centre. She throws her head back as her hands wrestle with the straps, pulling them down and revealing her changes. Her vagina had grown larger, becoming more suited to taking the members of the equine variety. It had also become darker as small fur had begun to sprout around the edges. It dripped with lubricant, desperate to be touched, though she fought it off. As the changes settled down she pulled her panties back over her new vagina, hiding it from sight, her cheeks bright red. Peter was too busy looking to notice the changes that had begun to sweep over his body. He soon noticed a strange feeling in his feet, drawing his attention to them immediately. He gasped as he saw that they had turned a dark black color. The bones in his ankle then started to force the foot downwards, almost on a 45 degree angle. The front of his foot then began to grow, absorbing the arch of his feet as it consumed more skin. The mass that formed soon became cylindrical and shiny before finally it set like putty, completing the formation of his hoofs. The pair sat there in bewilderment looking at one another intensely, before shaking their heads in disgust. “I... Think I’m going to get some sleep…” Lauren said with a sad look. ‘Yeah... That’s not a bad idea.” Peter agreed, climbing awkwardly into bed with her, making sure his new hoofs didn’t clang against each other in the process. Finally with the covers over then Peter pulled Lauren in tightly for a hug. They soon fell asleep not long after. FRIDAY (AM) The pair then gets into their car and begins their drive into town, hoping that one of the ticketing agencies would be able to point them in the right direction. Though time after time they fail to find anything, either the business has no record of the event or can’t disclose the information, no matter how much they begged. Finally they pull up at a small wooden vendor on the side of the street and explain their eagerness to track them down once again. The store was run by an elderly man, though he seemed genuinely interested to help. “Just let me have a look…” The man said as he browsed through a selection of fliers. “Ah, is this the one?” He says, slowly pulling out a flier and showing it to them. “YES!” They both exclaim in glee. “Well… According to this flier, the fair is going to be in a town north of here in about 2 days. Place called… Simpsonville. Which is about a 2 day drive interestingly enough. If you left today you’d make in time for the opening show.” He stuttered. They both looked at one another, knowing what the other was thinking. 2 whole days. That was an awful lot of time, especially considering their predicament. Who knew what 2 days would do to them. But they had no other choice. “Thank you sir, seriously. That was a massive help.” Lauren said. “Oh no trouble missy. Happy to have helped. You kids have a good day now!” He said as they turned around, heading back to their car. “You too!” They called behind them. They headed back to their house and immediately packed their bags, not wanting to waste a single second as they left for the open road. It was a long drive, one on which they took turns on as they made idle talk while in their seats. FRIDAY (PM) Eventually though it began to get dark. They knew that they would have to find a place to stay so they made the decision to stop at the nearest hotel and stay for the night. It was older looking place, though that was to be expected in the middle of nowhere. It was well kept considering its age, seemingly having a new coat of paint and freshly trimmed hedges. They pulled into the parking lot from off the highway and booked a room for a night. The second the door shut behind them Lauren fell on the bed. “Unf… Can’t the stupid curse be a little more prompt? I just want to get it over with and go to bed.” She said, face down in the pillows. “I don’t think it was designed to be convenient for us…” Peter said, sarcastically, though it appeared the curse had a sense of humour too. “Ugh… It’s happening!” Lauren said, sitting up. Her hands were glued to her face as she desperately tried to keep it still, though despite her best efforts the curse prevailed. It was just too strong. Beneath her fingers her jaw extended, bulging out and becoming longer. Her front teeth lowered in her mouth, becoming bucktoothed as new ones grew in to fill the gaps left behind. Her hose turned brown as fur slowly spreads across it and her nostrils widen while the bridge of her nose is pulled outwards. She starts to sulk as the transformation slows down. In front of her vision as a constant reminder was her new jaw. “Oh god I look like a freak!” She says as she begins crying, tears streaming down her cheeks. Peter rushes over to her side, taking her in his arms and holding her tight. “Hey… Shh… don’t say that. You are not a freak.” “I’m ugly… Look at me!” “Don’t be stupid, you look beautiful, not even a different jaw could change my opinion on that. In my mind and in everyone else’s that we meet, you haven’t changed a bit.” As Peter finished his sentence Lauren looked him in the eyes. She had stopped crying by the tears still lingered on her face. Peter started to feel aroused. He couldn’t believe the sight of his girlfriend crying would get him hard. He tried to fight it but it was to no avail, He could feel his penis pressed against the fabric of his pants. He would just have to hope that Lauren didn’t notice. Suddenly the fabric became too tight, abnormally tight. Peter broke their eye contact, looking down at his pants as the bulge grew larger and larger. He quickly stood, dropping his trousers just in time for his underwear to give way, ripping with an almighty tear. He stood there in awkward silence as his penis began to grow to an inhuman length, while Lauren sat there marvelling it. Finally it finished growing, reaching its full length as a massive pair of testicles dangled below. Before he even had time to react Lauren’s hand moved over to it, grasping it gently. Even such a simple touch sent shivers down his spine. He looked down at her, and her up to him, there gaze meeting somewhere in the middle. “L-Lauren. Are you?” He asked, cautiously. “Shh…” She replied as she removed her panties, revealing once more her enlarged vagina. This is what it was meant for and now she was glad she had it. She slipped onto the bed, lying on her back. She spread her legs wide, her fingers danced invitingly around her opening. Peter moved onto her as he slowly made his way up her body, placing his mammoth organ at her lips. “Do it…” She whispered as Peter began to push, guiding his shaft into her pussy as she writhed in pleasure beneath him. Her moans only got louder as he pushed himself further into her depths, as each inch sent her reeling to higher levels. Finally Peter had reached his limit, no longer able to go in any further as Lauren threw her arms around him, baring her teeth as he pulled outwards. “Oooofghhh... FUCK!” She squealed as he slammed back into her. Peter continued thrusting, finding a steady pattern as he adjusted quickly to his new cock. He felt so alive and masculine as Lauren squirmed beneath him, even his balls had grown as they slapped violently against Lauren’s ass. They continued fucking until Peter felt Lauren climax. She screamed loudly, shouting profanities galore as her face turned bright red. This proved too much for Peter to handle as he grunted in response, managing one last full thrust before he began to pump his semen deep into Lauren while she smiled in bliss. Peter collapses, exhausted as they lay puffing in a pool of their own sweat. Too tired to say anything they soon become drowsy, quickly falling asleep. SATURDAY (AM) Peter’s dreams were filled with sexual deviancy. His mind was stuck on him and Lauren’s night together. This made it all the more difficult to tell whether he was awake or not. He opened his eyes, still tired from the night before, only to be greeted by the sight of Lauren’s ass and a large swinging tail. As he gained more and more consciousness he could feel her fingers wrapped tightly around his cock, causing him to moan lightly. “What the? Lauren?” He said, as he tried to clear his head. “Oh you’re awake!” She cried. “Good. I was getting bored by myself. You can’t really give do a solo 69, so get licking!” She said with a lustful tone, shoving her ass, closer to his face as she swished her tail, having surprisingly good control over it. The next thing peter heard was the smack of Laurens lips, before he felt her take his shaft into her mouth. “Lauren… You have a tail?” he exclaimed, his mind torn between their changes and sex. “Mhmm! And you have donkey ears now.” She said while bobbing up and down on his cock. “What?!” He said, groaning a little as his hands shot to his head. He cautiously moved them sideways as he felt his new ears, just as Lauren had said. “How can this happen? The curse was once a day… I suppose night was never a requirement…” He said under his breath. His hands wavered forward again, though he held them in the air as they passed Laurens ass. He leant forward, his fingers gently caressing her tail as he parted it to the side. His face was inches away from her when suddenly he realised. ‘Lauren! No! We need to get going. If we don’t make it in time we’ll be stuck like this!” He yelled, pushing her off of him. She turned around, staring at him blankly for a few seconds. As if she didn’t even realise anything was wrong. Then suddenly the light bulb clicked. A flash of sense passed over her eyes. “OH GOD YOUR’E RIGHT!” She screamed, jumping off of him as she hurriedly threw on some clothes. “I don’t know what came over me!” The couple hastily packed the rest of their belongings away before dashing downstairs and checking out. It as a rather quick procedure and they were both on the road within half an hour. SATURDAY (PM) “CLUNK!” “What was that?” Lauren asked, looking over her shoulder as Peter drove. “Well I didn’t hit anything; we would have felt it under the tyres. It’s probably nothing…” He said. “Are you sure? It sounded pretty bad?” “Yeah, trust me, we’ll be…” Before he could finish his sentence thick black smoke started barrelling out of the hood of the car. “…fine.” He sighed, defeated. He turned his indicator on and they pulled over to the side of the road far enough away from traffic. He turned the car off and popped the hood, coughing as more smoke smacked him in the face. He waited for it to finally clear as he assessed the situation. “Do you even know what you’re doing?” Lauren asked, as she sat on the side of the road. “Yeah, uh, you’ve got you’re things and… the engine…” He trailed off. Lauren just stared at him. “I’m going to call for a mechanic.” She said, walking off to find some reception while peter continued tinkering away at the innards of his car, having literally no idea about how it ran. A few minutes Later Lauren returned, much to his relief, with news. “Well there’s good news and bad news.” She said. “Yeah?” “Well, the nearest town is a couple hours away, so a tow truck is coming from there, but by the time we get back the mechanics will be closed, we’ll have to have it fixed tomorrow.” “Shit.” He said, slumping against the side of the car until he slid into the dirt. With nothing else to do they waited there, on the side of the road for two hours until in the horizon the familiar outline of a tow truck became visible. They waved down the driver who much like the rest of the people they had met was completely oblivious to the blatant changes that had progressed on Peter and Lauren’s bodies. Other than that he was a slightly overweight man in is late forties. He had a brown thinning hairline and a scratchy looking moustache. Despite his appearance he could more than sympathise with their situation and was happy to lend them a ride back to town, talking their ears off the whole way there. He was even nice enough to drop them at a hotel to stay the night, while they waited for their car to be fixed. “Thank you very much!” Lauren said as the man dropped them off. “You wouldn’t mind telling us where the mechanics is? We’ll need to pick up the car tomorrow.” “Oh, that’s no problem either. We’ll just drop it off here for you.” He said. “Wow, thanks!” Peter chimed in. “No trouble at all, you enjoy your night.” He said, driving off back presumably to his home. “He seemed… nice.” Peter said, as they walked inside. “Well this is a small town; he probably doesn’t get the chance to meet many people.” “Fair enough.” Peter sighed. They went to the front counter and once again booked themselves a room for a night. Again, tired from their ordeal they headed to their room and straight for bed, though not before getting something to eat. Finally, long after the sun had set they lie down on the bed, full and exhausted. “At least we don’t have to worry about any changes tonight though?” Lauren said as she fell in and out of consciousness. “Yeah, that’s a plus.” Peter replied as they both soon fell asleep. Though not long after they fell into slumber the changes began to warp their bodies for the second time that day. Peter’s arms twisted and cracked in the night, growing small traces of fur all over them. They began to lengthen slightly, coming more in line with his legs. They now naturally rested at a 90 degree angle, perpendicular to his chest, though in his sleeping state they hung limp. Lauren’s changes were much more abrasive. The small strands of hair that covered her body soon began to multiply. Dark brown fur spread like wildfire across her entire being, sprouting in every place imaginable. She rustled in her bed, subconsciously resisting the change, though it did her little good. Within a minute she was completely covered, from head to toe. SUNDAY (AM) “Ngh… So hot!” Lauren moaned in her sleep, kicking the blankets off of her and Peter in the process. She was completely unaware of her new coat of fur and so was Peter as he slept beside her with his changed arms. Soon Peter began to shiver, growing cold in response to his lack of blankets. His eyes began to shutter open as he looked around for the sheets, finding them nowhere to be seen. He rolled over to flick the light on, noticing his arms felt strange and awkward to manoeuvre. He groans, assuming the worst as he flicked the light switch. The room fills with light, confirming Peter’s fears. His arms had changed overnight. He assumed it had happened early that morning, never considering it may have happened last night. As he finally gets over the shock of his changed arms he looks to Lauren, seeing the hairy equine woman that lay before him. “Ngh… why’d you turn the light on?” She asked, before looking over her body. She screamed just a little before covering her mouth with her thankfully hairless hands. “Aww fuck.” She exclaimed. “It’s okay though. We should be there tomorrow, just a little further to go.” He said with a hopeful smile. He walked over to the blankets, spreading them over the bed as he turned the lights off, getting back in. “Peter… You can just have them all… I’m… Too warm.” Lauren said, embarrassed. “Okay.” Peter replied, gently removing the covers off of Lauren while wrapping himself tight as they both faded off to sleep. They awoke the next morning, getting up at sunrise. They stared at each other awkwardly before getting dressed and heading downstairs. They stopped in at the breakfast buffet, stuffing their faces before heading back to reception. They were greeted by the same lady who checked them in. “Oh! Your car is just out front. Here are your keys. The mechanic dropped them off not half an hour ago.” She said, handing the keys off to Lauren. “Well if you see him you’ll have to thank him for us.” She replied with a smile. “I’ll be sure too. You kids have a nice trip.” She said as they headed out of the door. They approach the car, deciding that it would be better for Lauren to drive, at least while Peter got used to his new arms. After about three hours of driving they passed a road sign, indicating that they were nearly there. “Only a few more hours! We should get there by the late afternoon!” “Yeah! Let’s just hope the traffic stays like this; I haven’t seen a car in over an hour.” She says. Peter begins to take his jersey off, seemingly sweating a little. “Is... Is it hot in here to you?” He asks. “Well… Yeah, but it’s hot everywhere I go now.” She said, pointing to her coat of fur. “Ah… Well it’s definitely getting warmer in here. He began. Lauren turned the air conditioner down, waiting for his complaining to stop when suddenly her jeans felt tight. He wriggled around in them, trying her best to get comfortable, though they still kept getting tighter. “P-peter… I think I’m changing!” She yelled as she pulled over to the side of the road, slamming the brakes on. “What!? No, it’s too soon!” He yelled, though in the panic something caught his attention. His arms were growing hair and at a rapid rate. He looked down at his legs and everywhere else he could see “Ugh! My ass… It’s too tight. I need to get out of these clothes!” Lauren yelled as she scrambled from the car. Peter was soon to follow, with all the fur he was growing underneath his clothing he felt hot, as well as an uncontrollable itch. Soon the couple were out of the car, frantically grabbing at their clothing as they threw it to the ground. Peter was first undressed, his clothes coming off with ease, as he sat there on the side of the road in nought but his underwear. Lauren on the other hand struggled with her jeans. She had managed to get them unzipped but even then it already too tight. “They’re not coming off!” She moaned over the sounds of tearing fabric. The jeans split straight down the backside, giving view to a strained pair of panties below. “Shit!” She moaned as Lauren leant against the car, pushing her ass out while waiting for the inevitable. Her hips grew wider still, pushing the waistband apart, beyond breaking point, the fabric was so stretched it was basically see through. She looked behind her to find her boyfriend, stunned. He stood there, covered in fur with a massive erection that bulged from his underwear. She could feel herself growing wet, despite everything that was going on around her. Intentionally she spread her legs further, her random grunts of pain transitioned to precise moans of pleasure. She knew it would be long now until she heard it. “Riiiip!” It was the sound of Lauren’s jeans finally giving way to her expanding ass. Lauren felt the pressure release, her jeans dropping in tatters around her ankles. Her underwear sharing a similar fate as it to flew off in the chaos. Now all she could do was pray. She hoped Peter would take this hint, to go over there and mount her. She longed for his touch. Her heart leapt when she felt his hand on her bare ass. He trailed his finger down her ass crack, slipping it gently into her pussy. It was dripping wet. Her body trembled with lust, begging him to go on. Peter was happy to oblige, grasping his equine shaft he directed its head towards Lauren’s opening. Once again it slid in with ease as the couple began their second sexual encounter since their transformation had begun. They were lucky traffic was quiet, so no one passed these two people while they had sex on the side of the road. They stood there, naked and furry on the highway in the midday sun. Both of them were working up a sweat. Lauren’s donkey jaw hung wide open as she was pounded by Peter’s massive thrusts, with each one he took, the deeper he ended up inside her. Beneath them on the dusty ground was a puddle of sweat and sexual fluid, the result of Lauren’s orgasms, though it was nearing Peter’s time to contribute. He grunted wildly as his rhythm became strained and random, before surprisingly he came. Dropping his own human jaw peter groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head as he exploded. He dug his hooves deep into the ground as he made sure Lauren took as much as she could. They remained there together until peter finally withdrew his dick, the excess semen splattered sloppily on the floor, adding to their mess. They were both still recovering, breathing heavily as they smiled awkwardly to one another. “It’s... Huff… Getting worse.” Peter said, though Lauren didn’t answer. “I think we should get changed…” Peter said. Lauren nodded in agreement. They opened the boot of their car and rummaged through their belongings in an attempt to find something more suitable to wear. Peter decided upon a pair of loose shorts and a singlet, while Lauren decided on something a little looser fitting. She wore a light blue dress, which sat comfortably over her new ass. Lauren got back into the car with Peter in pursuit as the pair continued their drive in silence for most of the trip. SUNDAY (PM) The couple drove pass the boundary line of their destination, official reaching Simpsonville. They shouted with glee in the car, turning to one another and embracing. They drove through the centre of town, quickly spotting advertisements for the accursed fair all around. They follow the signs and are lead to a big field. It was completely empty except for a single sign. “Simpsonville Fair – Opens Tomorrow 7PM” “We have to wait a whole other day?!” They yelled together, not masking their disappointment. “The damn ticket guy was out by a day! “ Peter shouted, “Hey, maybe the fair was delayed somehow, huh? Besides they aren’t even here yet. So it’s not like we can do anything. We could always wait here and try and catch that gypsy bitch as she arrives?” “You mean like a stake out?” Peter asked. “Yeah, I guess so.” Lauren replied. “Okay. Works for me.” They drove back into town and grabbed some supplies, food, torches and a blanket before heading back to the lot. Time slowly ticked away as they sat in the car talking to one another. Eventually they decided to wander around outside and take a walk, get some fresh air. They walked for what must have been half an hour. It was rapidly getting dark as the sun threatened to sink completely behind the horizon. They decided that they would return to their car when suddenly Lauren tripped. She fell flat on her face. “Hey are you alright?!” Peter said; as he bent down to help her up. “Yeah... I just lost my balance, is all.” She grabbed his hand as he pulled her back up onto her feet, though as she went to take another step her foot flew out of her shoe, her other following suit as she fell again. This time though, she caught herself, landing on her hands as she took a quadrupedal form. Peter looked down at the ground, glancing at her shoes and then the feet they flew from, though it would be inaccurate to call them such now. Now, they were hooves. “Oh no… Lauren your feet!” he said, causing her to turn her head. She raised one of the hoofs and inspected it, though strangely she felt aroused. The feeling was amplified the more that she looked at it. She looked upwards at Peter, ignoring his words as his mouth began to tremble. His entire face slowly pushed forwards as his jaw extended, forming a muzzle much like hers. Finally he noticed as his nostrils widened and more teeth grew in to fill the gaps. His tongue became large and broad, easily filling his new mouth. While Peter kept talking the words went right through Lauren, as if he was moving in slow motion. “Oh god… This morning’s change that we found… It must have been from last night! So it is working to 2 a day now!” He said, mumbling to himself while Lauren flailed on the ground. “Lauren what are you doing?!” He asked. “Let’s have sex in the mud.” She replied bluntly, lifting the rear of her skirt up her back, revealing for the second time that day her dripping sex. As much as he wished he wasn’t, he was stiff in a second. His penis poked out of the loose shorts he was wearing, a constant reminder of his desires. He grasped his shorts by their sides and dropped them to his feet, taking position behind his girlfriend before once more entering her. All doubts dropped from his mind as he began thrusting wildly into her. In between gasps of sexual pleasure Lauren managed to make out a sentence. “Unh! Yeah! Come down here baby, get on all fours… It feels so much better!” Without even thinking about it Peter began to descend, lowering his body further to the ground when suddenly there was a loud noise. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” The pair jumped up in an instant, the mood gone while pulling their clothes back over their genitals as they turned to face whoever was shouting. They saw in the distance a bright light, a torch approaching them and behind it was a cop. He looked to be quite old as a few greys poked through in his hair, though he was built like a man in his early 30s. Peter and Lauren were frozen on the spot. “You kids know that’s a crime? Public indecency? What the hell did you think you were doing?” He shouted again. “I hope you realise that you’re both under arrest!” “Buh… Wha?!” They mumbled together, not believing they could be arrested at such a critical point in their plan. “Save it. You know the drill. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…” The old police officer continued reading them their rights, before leading them back to his squad car. Just as he closed the doors a large convoy pulled up, trailers and caravans of all shapes and sizes drove onto the field. The lead caravan’s door opened. It was a familiar looking design. Suddenly the door opened and out stepped a little old lady. She looked right at the windows of the squad car, a twisted smile on her face. “Gah!” Peter whispered as he tapped Lauren on the shoulder, pointing to the witch that had ruined their lived. With them now both looking the Gypsy just pointed at them and began laughing heinously. It was a long quiet drive to the police station. Peter and Lauren just looked at each other guiltily. They were unable to say anything, though they knew what was on each other’s minds. If this took too long they might end up in pretty bad shape. Finally they arrived and proceeded to fill out their details. The police took a photograph of them both and lead them to separate holding cells. They were the only ones in jail that night. It was a small town, where police seldom had to make arrests, which was probably why the old cop was so happy to make one. Peter and Lauren slumped against the wall of their respective cell, staring up at the roof. It was getting late and who knows what tomorrow would bring. Finally they decided to get some sleep. MONDAY (AM) Peter and Lauren were awakened by the slamming of cell doors. They both sat bolt upright as they faced out of the cell. An officer stood outside of each of them. “You’re free to go.” They said. They were lead back to where they came in as Peter and Lauren were reunited. Their celebration cut short as they noticed the changes that each of them had undergone over the night. Laurens legs had changed, now looking much like a donkeys, it was a surprise she could still walk. Peter on the other hand had grown. His ass had expanded like Laurens did just the other day, though thankfully to his loose attire, he was able to accommodate the extra mass. Regardless of their situation, they were still happy to see each other. “So we can just go?” Peter asked the officer who brought them there. “Yeah pretty much. We’re not going to charge of something that minor. It was just a warning that’s all. Don’t do it again!” He said, waving them off as they left the police station. “Well. That was an interesting setback.” Peter said. “Yeah, you’re right. So.” Lauren said, changing the topic quickly. “How about we go find a room and finish what we started?” Peter stared down at her, with a look of shock in his eyes. She just stared back, biting her lip while shrugging. He fought with himself; instinctively he wanted to shout yes, but today they had more important things to do. “Lauren are you mad? We have to find the gypsy! We’re so close to give up now!” He said, grabbing her by the shoulders, shaking her body in time with his speech. She just looked at him dully and replies “Well if we must!” Peter shook his head in response. The pair got their bearings and headed off towards the carnival. After traversing multiple streets and taking several wrong turns they finally arrived. The place looked much smaller than they had built it to be in their imaginations, probably due to it being empty; opening time wasn’t until later that night. They walked up to the entrance, only to be blocked off by a big Russian man, seemingly the ring master of the show. “Ooh!” He laughed as he saw them approaching. “It is you!” He had thick black hair all over his face and towered well above Peter and Lauren. They looked at him confused. “Haha, you are here to see Gypsy! She told me you will be back.” His English was less than perfect, though he pronounced ever word with his great big smile. “Please… Go on in.” Peter and Lauren shared a concerned look as they slowly took a step forward, into the boundary of the fair. The booming voice of the man echoed behind them. “TAKE THE LEFT! HAHAHA!” He shouted from behind them, sending a shiver up their spines. Reluctantly they followed the man’s advice, heading left down that row of stores until they saw it. The shining bright sign. It was the only one that was lit up and underneath stood the gypsy. She stared straight at them, beckoning them to come closer. Apart from her presence there was no one else around, not even the previous game attendant. “Come closer!” She said in broken English. Lauren was the first to approach and James followed directly behind her. Though the closer she got the more her hands began to feel weird, until she noticed they were changing. Her fingers clenched tightly into a fist as slowly the gaps between her fingers melted away. Her entire hand merged together with itself, all the while turning black. The new masses on her hands began to harden until finally they solidified themselves as hooves. She fell forward, landing on them as she supported herself on four legs, now with matching hooves. “This is why we came! I want you to turn it ooooofff!” Peter said as he lost balance himself. He looked down, only to find his legs had begun to change. His muscles bulged beneath his shorts as they grew to support a different style of walking. He quickly grabbed into a nearby railing to support himself. “As I was saying…” He continued, though the gypsy seemed more interested in Lauren. She circled around his girlfriend before slowly running a finger up her ass, gently rubbing its tip along the slit of her pussy. Lauren started panting as they Gypsy teased her further. “What are you doing?!” Peter called. “Stop that!” He yelled again, though the gypsy did nothing. “I’M SORRY! OKAY? IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR? NOW CAN YOU PLEASE CHANGE US BACK!” He shouted, tired and desperate. The gypsy stopped immediately. Turning her sights on Peter. She shook her head before speaking. “No. I can change you back. Girl has made up her mind.” “What do you mean made up her mind?!” He asked frantically. “She want to stay. She want to be donkey. Ask for self.” The woman replied calmly. “Baby… Lauren, tell me she’s lying!” He said, looking directly at her, though Lauren was blushing now, continually breaking their stare. “Say something! Please!” he cried. Reluctantly Lauren turned around and opened her mouth. “Eey-Ore!” She shouted, blushing again as she shut her mouth. From this point her changes accelerated drastically. Her front legs buckled underneath her, straightening out and clicking into place, just as he hind legs had done. She bit at her dress with her mouth, tugging at it and pulling it over her head, tossing it to the ground. She trampled on it with her hoof as her body began to bulk up, connecting all of the strange pieces that had changed over the last few days. Her breasts were absorbed back into her chest and her neck stretched outwards, tensing and clicking as muscles grew to support her new head. “no.” Peter said, defeated. He slumped to his knees racking his brain for answers. “Change her back! Take me instead!” he begged. “I tell you what. I make a deal.” The gypsy spoke, and Peter listened intensely. “We play game. 1 round, 5 rings. If you win, you both go home. If I win you both stay. If we both lose then I’ll take you instead. Sound fair?” She said “Yes I’ll do it!” He yelled. He knew the game was rigged, so at the very least he would get his wish. Neither of them would win and they could switch places. “Good.” The gypsy said smiling. She led Peter around to the front of the stall, where she had already set up their game. “You first.” She said. Peter stepped up to the plate, taking the rings in one hand and slowly tossing them, one after the other. Each ring was as unfortunate as the last, narrowly hitting its target before bouncing off again. Reaffirming his theory that the game was unbeatable. Next in line was the gypsy. She took her first shot, which veered off to the left, missing by a mile. Her second wasn’t much better either. Her third shot went straight over the top of the board. She had two shots left. Peter was confident he could save her, there was still a chance. Then the gypsy threw her fourth ring. It sailed smoothly upwards, before gently settling, landing dead centre on the bottle. She had won, with a ring to spare. “Haha, who’s cheater now!?” The gypsy said. Immediately after losing he began to feel the effects. His nose began to fill with the enticing smell of a nearby jenny. He looked to his side as Lauren was their nuzzling up to him. Groaning he removed the last of his clothes, his pants and shirt. As more of Laurens intoxicating scent filled his nose, Peter became harder than he ever had in his life. He fell to his hands, as they changed beneath him, melting away into black putty before being reformed as hooves. He trotted over to Lauren, who was presenting herself to him, and mounted her, causing her to bray loudly. His thoughts became cloudy. His frame filled outwards, becoming thicker and more mobile as all of his changes quickly culminated into his current form. Soon he was indistinguishable from an ordinary donkey. He started thrusting, faster and faster, digging his four hoofs into the ground as he fucked Lauren right in front of their new master. His ears stood tall on his head and his tail swung freely behind him. The sounds of pleasurable brays filled the morning air until finally Peter climaxed and Lauren along with him. Both his and Lauren’s needs were fulfilled as his final human thought left him. “I can’t believe she actually won. It wasn’t a scam after all. God. You know, I feel like.. I feel like… Such an ass.”
  4. Old story I found on my hard drive. The gravel crunched crisply underfoot as we neared the gigantic monolith rising from the desert floor. Wow babe, I said, can you believe it? Ayers Rock! I looked over my shoulder, but I could see that her enthusiasm didnt exactly match my own. I chuckled to myself, shed come around. I had wanted to see Ayers Rock since I was a little kid, and I had always been intrigued about the fact that the Aborigines only allowed their own onto the rock. Outsiders were forbidden to climb or touch it. I dont see why we couldnt have just spent our time at the hotel today, babe. Maybe driven out to the coast, done a little scuba diving? Naomi said, half-kidding. Of course, she had wanted to go diving today, instead of hiking out into the desert to see a rock we couldnt even climb on. We both had different ideas about what we should be doing on our honeymoon, and had been going back and forth over things for the last few days now. Nothing serious, we were happy, we just each had very different ideas about what the land of Australia had to offer. I know, I know, well get a chance to do that either tomorrow or the next day. Ayers Rock is the quintessential Australian landmark, weve got to see it. I said, hoping shed buy it. Oh, I see. she said, feigning sarcasm. So Ayers Rock we have to see, but not the Sydney opera house, or the Great Barrier Reef, huh? I looked over my shoulder, and was happy to see her grinning up at me as she leaned into her packstraps and kept hiking. I slowed down enough for her to come up alongside me and leaned over to kiss her. She kept looking at me with that, Youre an idiot, but I love you kind of grin and we just kept walking. Before long, the enormous red rock dominated the horizon in front of us, and we were soon standing right at the foot of it. You can see why people think aliens put this here. I said, looking up at the towering lump of stone. I mean it just rises straight out of the ground, but yet its all alone out here. I grinned to myself, Man, this is just so cool! I said, looking over at Naomi. She just shot me a look, hands on her hips, her beautiful dark hair pulled up into a messy ponytail. She had never enjoyed talking about abstract things with me. Things like how Ayers Rock might have gotten there never concerned her. She was more of a simplist I suppose. To her, it was there now, it didnt matter how or why. Come on babe. Were here, we might as well look around. she said, that same grin still shining from her face. She would never have come here on her own, but she knew I was happy, and that gave her some enjoyment of her own. She was good to me. We walked to our right around the stone, slowly, and I was amazed by everything. There were paintings on the rock that I thought must have been the coolest thing in the entire world, but everything was new and impressive to me. The kinds of rocks laying around, the trees, and how they grew out here in the Australian desert, the tiny lizards that were constantly flitting into the underbrush as we approached. I wonder how long these paintings have been around. I said, inspecting one as we walked by. Hmm, no idea babe. Naomi replied, unimpressed. As we continued walking, we came upon the entrance to a cave. Wow, now thats cool! she said, very much impressed by the entrance that was apparently carved right out of the rock. The walls of the entrance were lined with various vivid and colorful paintings, and the floor was smooth and shiny, indicating generations of use. Now that I want to go look at! she said, grinning at me from ear to ear. Why the sudden interest? I asked, putting my hand on her shoulder as we stood at the mouth of this giant cave. I dont know, she mused, her tone light and curious, it just seems neat that this was all carved out by hand, so long ago. I said nothing, both elated that something had finally grabbed her interest, and annoyed that I was always unable to predict what she would like and what she wouldnt. Lets go in and look around! she said, beginning to pull me by the hand toward the mouth. I resisted a little bit. No, babe, I dont think we should. All the park service people told us that non-Aborigines were forbidden to climb on Ayers Rock, and that the Aborigines had even killed a man in the 70's who tried to ignore them. I said, not wanting to piss of a group of natives this far from any kind of help. Theres no one around babe, whos going to see us? I just want to look at these paintings a little more and then we can go. Ah, I thought to myself, now I see what youre angle is. She was trying to show some sort of interest so Id be more accepting of the Then we can go thing. She just wanted to see a bit and head back. Ah well, thats fine with me, I guess. I was getting a bit parched, and it had been a long day trying to coordinate a ride from the park service to avoid hiking the whole distance. Besides, there was always more fun to be had in the hotel room with Naomi than anywhere in public. Ok. I conceded, looking around. Well just dip in and see whats in there, but I dont want to stay for long. She smiled at me, and began pulling me up the stone ramp and into the cave. As we walked toward the mouth, we looked at the paintings adorning the walls around us. There were the usual cave paintings one might expect to find, men killing game with spears, fire, various animals and spirits. There were also sea turtles and a few other animals that I wouldnt have expected to see so far inland. Look at this one, babe. Naomi called, and I turned from my sea turtle painting to walk over to her. We had only walked a few meters into the cave, but the light seemed to be having a tough time in here. It was as if it strained to penetrate the cave, but couldnt quite make it. We were just out of sight of the bottom of the ramp, but the mouth was only a few quick steps away. I walked up next to Naomi and peered at the wall she was pointing to. I saw a progressive depiction of a woman, her features slowly replaced with those of a kangaroo. In the first picture, a naked woman was depicted rather crudely. The next image showed the same woman with the long ears of a kangaroo, and a tail protruding from her tailbone. After that, the image showed a woman with kangaroo-like legs and arms, and covered in fur. Huh. I said, scratching at the stubble on my face. Thats pretty neat. What do you think it means? I asked, noting the last painting in the series depicting a woman with almost entirely kangaroo features, her head thrown back and mouth open. Naomi snorted, Hell if I know. she said, putting her hands on her hips again and turning back to the mouth of the cave. She was waiting for me to say something. I just looked at her. Ready to go? she said, after a moment. I just grinned at her, having already known what she was waiting for. Yeah, babe. Lets go ahead and go on back. We turned back to the mouth of the cave and linked our arms together as we strolled along. Just as we neared the lip and could see the foot of the ramp, we stopped dead in our tracks. A small group of what I took to be Aborigines stood on the dirt at the bottom, staring straight at us. They were all males, and each stood stock still, only a few stray feathers and their loincloths swaying in the breeze. Naomi gripped my arm and tried to get behind me a little bit. What do they want? she said, as if I should know. I could hear fear creeping into her voice, and I knew she was thinking about what I had said earlier, about the Aborigines killing a man who had disobeyed them. One of the men, who I assumed was the leader, stepped forward. He was holding a staff in his left hand, adorned with a few feathers tied to it at odd intervals, and the skull of a some sort of dog affixed to the top. I assumed it was a dingo. Babe! What do we do? Naomi said behind me, I suppose unhappy with my lack of response. Its ok babe, just calm down. If they wanted to hurt us they would have done it already, and they probably would have brought more people. Just stay calm and dont lose your cool. The leader stepped forward again, this time taking a step onto the stone ramp. He slammed the heel of his staff down, and a sharp click echoed ominously through the cave behind us. Still, he said nothing. He took another step forward, and this time everyone behind him moved at the same time. Naomi and I took a step back. Another step forward, click, another step backward. Step, click, step. Step, click, step. It was like a dance now, and still nothing had been said. By now, Naomi and I were standing next to the series of pictures we had seen before, and the Aborigines were lined up shoulder to shoulder across the mouth of the cave. Their silhouetted forms cast long shadows into the cave, and in a slow movement, the leader raised his staff and pointed it toward us. He still said nothing, but began gesturing with it as if pointing further into the cave. Naomi and I took a few steps further back. It was getting dark for us now, and still the group of men stood silently at the mouth of the cave, unmoving. The staff was still pointing deeper into the cave. Alright babe, stay calm, and were going to get out of this. Im sure theres another way out of this cave, and well just have to find it, thats all. No! I dont want to go in here! Its dark, and, babe, I just dont! she said, the fear in her voice very clear. She was on the verge of tears, and I was trying to think of a way to calm her down. One difference between men and women is that women often try to understand why something is happening to them. They try to empathize with another persons motive. Its why they make better mothers and friends than most men. But in survival situations, its almost always a hindrance. Women tend to try to understand why some guy is attacking her with a knife in a parking lot, rather than simply deal with the threat. Its one place where men usually have an advantage. We are simply wired different, and can think in simple terms. Naomi, look. I said, kneeling down in the darkness and unshouldering my backpack. She knelt in front of me, looking at me. Ive got a flashlight in here, as well as a good knife and some water. Were just going to go down into this cave and try to find a way out. It doesnt look like they want to follow us in here, so weve got all the time we need to get ourselves out. I looked over my shoulder and saw that the silhouettes were still standing there, far back at the entrance. I was probably just as worried as Naomi, and might have been freaking out too, if I were by myself. Trying to calm her down was forcing me to calm down as well, and I grabbed the flashlight from my bag and clicked it on. I stuck the knife into my waistband and reshouldered my pack. All right babe, lets go. I said, taking hold of her hand and heading deeper into the cave. I looked over my shoulder one more time, saw that the men werent coming into the cave after us, and kept walking. Naomi was very quiet as we walked. I could tell she was pretty frightened, but she had held back the tears so far, and didnt seem to be freaking out. It didnt take us long to find light up ahead in the cave. We walked a little more quickly, stumbling a few times, in an effort to get there. Reaching the source, we found that it was a shaft of light coming down through the roof of the cave, illuminating a set of steps that rose upward. I looked at Naomi. I think this is a good way to head. If you really want we can keep looking for a normal exit, but if we can get up on top of this thing we can probably find a quicker way down and out of here. I said, waiting to see if she would say anything. Ok, if you think thats the way to go. she answered, looking up the stone staircase. I was happy, she seemed to be holding herself together better than I thought. All right then, lets go. I said and started up the staircase, letting her trail behind me holding my hand. The climb was long, and it seemed that the light never got any closer. We were both getting tired, and had no idea what we might find at the top. The steps were amazingly clean, and well-carved, showing obvious craftsmanship. As we grew nearer the top, a slight breeze found its way down to us. Oh, that feels really good. Naomi said behind me. Yeah, no kidding! I said, enjoying the breeze as well. We turned the final corner and climbed the last few steps to find ourselves on top of Ayers Rock. Emerging from within, the two of us stood for a moment taking in the view. It seemed as though we could see forever, and the enormous expanse of red rock beneath us seemed never ending. Babe, I need to take a break for a second. Naomi said, flopping down beside the opening to the stairs. You ok? I said, turning to her and kneeling beside her. Yeah, Im fine. she said. Just a little winded, but glad to be away from those people. She had one leg crossed underneath her, and propped herself up on her arm and other leg. Here, try and drink some water. I said, digging through my pack. No, I cant. My stomach is feeling a little messed up. My head kinda hurts too. she said, putting a hand to her forehead. Ok babe, just take your time. I said, watching her as she breathed heavily and took her time. In typical tourist fashion, we were both dressed like Steve Irwin wannabes, wearing khaki shorts and button-down khaki shirts complimented by sharp-looking hiking boots. We both had our sleeves rolled up and the brims of our tourist-shop hats pulled down over our faces. Naomi unbuttoned the top few buttons of her shirt to let in some air, and reached up to kick her hat back from her head. Letting the hat hang by its drawcord around her neck, she reached up to pull her hair back into the ponytail which had by now mostly fallen out around her face. Babe? she said, fear in her voice again. What is it? I said, looking over at her. Oh God, what is this? Whats going on? she said, not looking at me, both hands up to her head. I looked to see her fondling long, golden-brown ears protruding from the sides of her head. Wha...? I said, unable to come up with any more articulate of a response. Oh, babe, God I feel weird! she said, her breathing quickening. She was still rubbing her ears, sticking out from the side of her head almost 4 inches, and covered in golden brown fur. I still couldnt come up with a single thing to say. My whole body feels weird, I can feel my stomach twisting! she said, obviously scared, but holding herself together much better than I would have been if the situation had been reversed. Just, stay calm babe. I said, feeling totally inadequate. Im sure everythings fine. Everythings fine?! Shes got ears growing from the side of her head, how is everything fine? Just take a deep breath and stay calm. I said, unable to find better words. She did take a deep breath, just like I said, but it didnt make those ears go away. Babe, babe, somethings growing...out of...meeeeEE! she said through her teeth, straining. She sat up to her knees, and arched her back, her teeth clenched and her body tight with strain. I watched a small lump form above her ass, right where her tailbone should be. The lump grew larger, and I saw her shorts begin to tighten across her body. Oh, baby, its getting really tight, it hurts! she said, now on all fours and arching her back with the effort. I was dumbfounded, and completely at a loss for words watching what was taking place right before my eyes. The lump on Naomis tailbone continued to grow, pushing against her shorts and drawing them tight against her body. I couldnt help but notice the outline of her pussy against the shorts as the bulge continued to grow. Its ok baby, Im right here. Im right here beside you. I said trying to keep her calm. I felt like an idiot, but what else could I say? I reached out to touch her shoulder, but then pulled my hand back, thinking that she might not want to be touched. Its so tight! My shorts are so tight! she said. I could see the waistband of her khakis digging into her hips, and as the lump continued to pull the waistband of her shorts away from her tailbone, I could see a thick tail, covered in golden brown fur protruding. Ohhh, baby, its so tight! she moaned again, just as the button on her front gave way. The tail continued to extend from her tailbone and she moaned through her teeth as her shorts were stretched to their limit. I could see a small tear beginning at her hips and slowly making its way down the side of her shorts. The tear slowly expanded, and then ripped quite suddenly down the side of her hip, falling in shreds still connected around her other leg. God, oh, that feels so much better. she sighed, her body relaxing a little bit as her tail continued to grow from her tailbone. I watched it extend several feet from her body, pushing her thong underwear out of the way as it grew. Despite the circumstances, I could feel myself getting turned on as I caught a glimpse of her little pussy peeking out from behind her panties. The tail was thick and muscular, and extended from just above her ass nearly four feet behind her. Naomi, I, I dont know what to say. I fumbled as she panted, still on all fours. It doesnt hurt anymore. she said, looking back at me. Do you think it could be...? The paintings? I said, looking at her wide-eyed. She nodded. Her hair fell silkily around her shoulders, and she looked almost comical wearing nothing but a pair of thong panties and hiking boots from the waist down with a four-foot tail extending from her tailbone. Are you ok? I asked. Yeah, I think so. But I dont think its over yet. I can feel my body churning inside. she said, far more calmly than I could have ever mustered. Leaning back on her knees, she reached to try and pull her panties off over her tail. There wasnt enough flexibility at the base of her new tail to allow it to slip back through her panties, and she struggled momentarily to push them down. I remembered my knife and said, Here babe, let me help you. I unsheathed the knife and scooted over to her on my knees to cut her panties off at the hip. They fell softly to her knees and she swept them up in her hand. Being so close to her, I felt a stirring down below again. Babe, Im here for you no matter what. I said, leaning in to kiss her. Still twisting her head to look back over her shoulder, she kissed me, but broke away from it with a grunt of pain. My feet, its my feet! she said, unable to sit down to untie her boots because of her newfound tail. I began working on one boot quickly, trying to undo the laces and cursing my stubby fingers. I could feel her feet shifting beneath the leather, and I watched as her calves began to thin and change as well. Finally I wrested one boot free and turned to the other. Babe, hurry, it hurts! she gasped, in obvious pain. My fingers flew over the laces, and I had the second boot off much more quickly. Oh, she sighed, thats so much better. I watched as her feet lengthened, seeming as if they wouldnt stop. Her toes shortened significantly, drawing together as her foot continued to narrow and lengthen. As I watched, her fourth and fifth toes shriveled and soon disappeared into her foot, leaving only three toes. Her middle toe swelled, growing longer and thicker as her other two toes continued to shrivel and move further back on her foot. God baby, why is this happening? she whimpered. I have no idea, babe. I just want you to know Im here. I said, feeling completely lame. As her feet elongated, nearly a foot and a half long now, her thighs shortened and began to resemble haunches. We stood together now, and she was nearly as tall as she had always been, but was forced to lean forward on her haunches a bit now. I began to notice changes in her hands now, as claws worked their way from her fingers and her thumbs began to shrink. At the same time, thick claws began to push their way from her remaining toes as her feet completed their change. Mm, babe, God...this feels so different! Its a completely new sensation! she said, closing her eyes momentarily. She stood in front of me, completely naked from the waist down now, with a large tail protruding from her rear, the feet of a kangaroo, and smaller, clawed hands. Still, there was something incredibly arousing about her, and as she moaned, I became more and more turned on. The fur on her feet, tail, ears, and hands began to slowly spread toward her torso. Holy shit, that feels so good! she moaned, looking toward me now. I could see the fur spreading, but very slowly. Her little pussy still peeked at me from between her legs, and above it her toned stomach disappeared into her shirt. As I watched her beginning to squirm now, I saw her chest beginning to change. Apparently she noticed it too, because she moved her hands up her stomach toward her breasts. I had always been incredibly attracted to my wife when she was my girlfriend, and then my fianc, but there had always been one thing lacking. Despite her perfectly smooth, silky legs, and her tight stomach, she had always been a little disappointing up top. She could completely cover her breasts with her hands, and could only produce cleavage if she used both hands to push them together. She used to always do that when we were in the shower together, teasing me. She knew that I was a fan of larger boobs, and I think it always bothered her just a bit, though she never said anything about it. She would just tease me as if it didnt matter to her in the least. Watching her now, though, I couldnt have been more turned on as her breasts swelled beneath her shirt, already beginning to fill the material out. Jesus baby, whats going on? This feels so gooood! she moaned, running her hands over her growing mass. She had chosen not to wear a bra out here because she complained that they made her sweat. I was thankful for that choice now as I could see her nipples outlined clearly against the fabric of her shirt. She stepped closer to me. Feel them. she said, looking me straight in the eyes. I lifted my hands to her swelling breasts and cupped them in my hands. She moaned as I did so and reached down to the button on my own shorts. Something about the furry ears poking from within her hair, and the way she was looking at me made me want her immensely. In my hands, and through her shirt, I could feel her breasts continuing to swell and grow. Her nipples pressed against my palm, and when I tweaked one between my fingers she closed her eyes and her body shuddered. Theyre so sensitive! she whispered, a sense of urgency creeping into her voice. Her breasts were beginning to fill my cupped hands, and I could feel real weight to them now. They must have been a C cup, and filled out her small shirt nicely. Through the opening she had created earlier unbuttoning her top, I could see her cleavage swelling nicely. Her breasts were beautifully round, and looked soft and luscious expanding behind her shirt. I felt her pop the button of my shorts open, and with some difficulty, she worked the zipper open. I want you, Naomi. I said, looking straight into her eyes. She didnt say a word, but pushed my shorts down from my hips. I began to slowly unbutton her shirt, and it seemed that with each button I opened, more cleavage spilled out. Soon, her breasts were free, and hung from her chest like ripe fruit. I felt my dick touch her stomach, and I could feel the light fur continuing to spread toward her chest. Again, I tweaked one of her nipples, and she shuddered as a moan escaped her lips. Baby, I want you in me! My tits feel so huge! Theyre so tight and sensitive! she moaned, pulling me roughly into a kiss. Her tits were smashed against my chest, and I felt her nipples throbbing against my skin. Her breasts continued to grow, and I could feel them expanding between us. My dick slipped between her legs, and I could feel her soaking wet pussy sliding along it. As she hugged me to her even tighter, I reached behind her and gripped her ass in one hand and her tail in the other. I pulled her tail up just slightly, making her arch her back, and pulled her against me. Mmm, baby, I want you so bad! she moaned. I could feel her fur against my stomach, and on my back where she had her arms wrapped around me. I backed up slightly and used my hand to guide myself inside her. I went slowly at first, feeling her body tense up, and then thrust hard. Oh Jesus, holy shit! she screamed. She felt tighter than ever, and her little pussy was dripping with juices. I could feel them running down her legs as we thrust into each other over and over. She was screaming wildly, and I grabbed her tail again to control her as I pounded myself into her. Baby, Im getting close, Im getting close, here it comes, huh, huh, huh...nnngggaaahhhh!! she screamed as she came. I could feel her entire body stiffen, and her pussy squeezed me tightly. Oh, GOD! she screamed again, little aftershocks rippling through her new body. Again! she screamed, Again! I started to rock my hips again, and she stopped me. No. she said, pushing me away. Like this. She turned around and bent forward, her ass in the air. She was covered in a light brown fur all over, and her brunette mane still flowed down her back in a ponytail. Her pussy was framed perfectly between her furry cheeks, glistening with her juices. I want you to fuck me baby! I want you in me now! she said, looking back over her shoulder. I obliged, and stepped in closer. I pulled her tail up and draped it over my shoulder and guided myself smoothly into her. This time I went slowly all the way in, and she moaned softly with me. I gradually picked up the pace, rocking my hips back and forth as she began to pant and moan. Jesus you feel good! I said, thrusting harder. Putting one hand on her hip, I reached forward and grabbed one of her enormous tits. She was easily a DD now, and as I pumped into her they swayed beneath her rhythmically. Harder babe, I want it harder! she yelled, rocking her hips back into me. She ground her ass against my stomach, and I felt as if I had never been deeper in my life. I slammed myself into her over and over, and she just screamed louder and louder. I pushed her tail forward over her back, forcing her to arch her back more and she cried out. Baby, Im gonna come again! Im gonna come for you! she panted, looking back over her shoulder at me and squeezing her tits against her chest. I felt myself getting close as well and ran my hands through the fur on her back, gripping her furry hips and pulling her closer into me. Jesus! she screamed, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. Ive never been so hot in my life! Im gonna come! she yelled, rocking backward and slamming her ass into me. She ground her pussy against me and moaned, Mmmah, ah, ah, oh god...baby! Oh shit, Im gonna come, oh god, oh god, OH, OH....OH MY FUCKING GODDD!! AaaaAAHH!! she screamed and we came together. I could feel her pussy spasm against my stomach as her body tensed. She convulsed and quivered as I came inside her. Together, we collapsed to the ground. Laying there, I could feel the breeze across my stomach, cold on Naomis juices. She lay beside me in a heap, her huge tits heaving with her heavy breaths. The light brown fur covered her stomach and dipped down to her pussy, still swollen and dripping as her tail protruded from underneath. We lay there looking at each other, at a loss for what to do next, when we heard a helicopter overhead. Swooping low over the rock, we could see the Search and Rescue markings on the side of the aircraft as the pilot got a good close look at us laying there naked. Naomi tried to cover herself as the pilot swung the bird around for a landing on the rock.
  5. Jelle

    The Orc of Transformation

    Mug grunted as he walked down the hallways of the fort, the orc scratching at his stomach as he looked around at some of the bandits that filled the place. It was so fucking busy, and so fucking cramped. Everywhere he looked, there was some damn human – or worse, an elf – looking at him like some sort of freak. Hell, they had no right for that. They were the freaks, with those pointy ears and those weak arms. He grumbled, shaking his head a few times as he passed by one of the barracks rooms. The only people that looked at him like anything but a freak were a couple soldiers that had smirks on their faces. He had no freaking clue what that was about, but he knew he didn’t like it one bit. If people thought he was a freak, Mug could deal with that, after a while. People thinking that they were better than him? That was something he couldn’t, and wouldn’t, take. Shaking his head again, he started heading towards the armory, but stopped as his stomach started rumbling. He reached down, rubbing his hand over the leather armor barely encasing his gut, and chuckled. “Food, then headcracking.” He turned on his heel – literally, as no boots in the armory had been found big enough to fit him – and started walking back the way he’d come. One of the bandits stepped out of their rooms, but he shoved his way past. There was a brief shout behind him, but all Mug had to do was look over his shoulder, and the bandit shut up right quick. After all, nobody wanted to fight an orc one on one. It took him nearly ten minutes to walk from the barracks down to the kitchen, and by the time he’d got there, everyone else had already gone. Fed shortly after sundown, the various bandits had already left, with only the cook left working on the pots. Mug walked up behind the smaller human, and slapped a meaty hand down on his shoulder. “Hey. Hungry.” “You should have been here with the rest of the men.” “Hungry now. Mug needs feeding.” “Yeah, well –” “MUG HUNGRY!” With a grunt, he yanked the human away from the pot, throwing him across the kitchen. The cook hit the wall with a grunt, and Mug vaguely heard the sound of glass tinkling as it fell and broke on who knew what. He didn’t care. What he wanted was food, and there was a huge pot of it in front of him now. Or…not so big. The green-skinned grumbler groaned as he looked into the nearly-empty pot. The bottom was filled with the dregs of a stew, with blackened bits in it that had been swirling around near the bottom for too long. Even that wouldn’t have been so bad, but the cook had already started pouring water in it to scrape it clean. Everything was cold, and it looked absolutely terrible. “Aahhhhhhh. No fair…” “Divines…you have –” Mug rounded on the cook, glaring at him. The human had already gotten back to his feet, though he was covered in a ton of different ingredients. The orc vaguely recognized some of them as alchemical ingredients, but he had no idea what they were. He had no mind for that, and he… There was a part of him that almost recognized some of it, but it was gone before he could tell what it was. And besides, it wasn’t important. What was important was that the human was still whining about being knocked around. Mug could take whining for a bit – hell, he could whine with the best of them, if he was going without food or drink – but the orc rapidly tired of the human’s nasally voice. So he threw the pot across the room as he stomped over to the human. The pot flew over the cook’s head – though only barely – but Mug was in front of him right away. He shoved the human to the ground. “Make more food!” “Have you gone crazy?! Let me up.” Groaning as his stomach continued to gurgle, Mug stomped his feet on the ground in desperation. The sheer force of each stomp caused more of the ingredients on the shelves to rattle around, and some of them fell down on top of the cook again. This time, it landed not just all over his tunic, but also over his face. Mug shouted at the top of his lungs and brought one of his big, green feet down on top of the human’s ace, grinding it against his nose and his mouth. “You make food now!” “Mmph! Mm mmmph!” “FOOD!” He stomped on the human’s face, not quite as hard as he had on the ground, but enough that the human started groaning and whimpering. The orc barely cared; the cook might be someone that he needed to keep around for food, but he was getting upset. And he was the potionmaster’s best friend, wasn’t he? He had to be fed, and he had to be fed now! After a minute, he pulled his foot back when he felt something slimy against the bottom of his foot. Mug thought that he might have stepped on some squishy ingredient, but instead, all he could see was the green-smeared face of the cook on the floor, and…something on his foot. He couldn’t tell what; it was clear and shimmery, though, and he felt like he should know what it was. He remembered seeing it before, and not that long ago, either. But he didn’t have a chance to think about that for long. When he looked back down at the cook, he saw something else that didn’t quite match. Sticking out from the cook’s lower lip was a pair of tusks. And they were definitely tusks, not something that had gotten caught; Mug had gotten that mixed up before, and the potionmaster had been very good about helping him figure out the difference for later. He leaned down, putting a finger to his chin as he looked the cook over. “What this?” “Mug…” “What?” “Mug…feed…feet!” “Feed feet?” The orc lifted his foot, holding over the cook’s face with some curiosity. Now that he was looking down at it, he could see that the green – and it was a spreading green, he now saw – on the cook’s face was the same color as that of his foot. He pushed it down, and this time, the cook actually grabbed hold of him by his ankle. It was such a fast, violent grab that Mug almost lost his footing, but he managed to recover at the last second. Surprisingly, the former cook was already licking at the bottom of his foot like something possessed. The orc looked around, completely confused at the sudden change in the cook, while also wondering who was going to cook him something. One of the hanging bits of ingredients looked rather edible to him, actually. Mug looked at it, and shrugged before grabbing hold of the leafy bunch. He would have preferred some strong meat to eat, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Mug didn’t know what that meant, but it was what people told him when he wanted to eat something that they didn’t want to give him. Unfortunately, there was nobody to punch and steal from this time. As he nibbled, he kept feeling long, firm licks to the bottom of his foot, slowly getting further and further up from the heel. The orc didn’t pay too much attention to it, except to occasionally move his foot when he was getting prodded and poked by the sharper tusks along the underside. Mug didn’t really care; if it was making the cook happy and it stopped his whining, he would keep the little fucker under his foot for as long as he could. However, even he couldn’t ignore it when he felt the hands around his ankle getting bigger, and he finally looked up from biting on a few heads of garlic. What he saw made him drop the rest of it on the ground as he went slack-jawed. It wasn’t a human underfoot anymore. What had been a rather skinny cook was now a large, green skinned orc much like himself. Well, mostly; there was still a fair bit happening from the waist down, but the cook was definitely not human from the waist up. His apron was pushed up by a much bigger belly, jiggling as he squirmed and licked at the bottom of Mug’s foot, and as the green pushed past the expanding waistband of his pants, the orc could see that something else was growing, too. “What you doing?” “Changing.” “You orc now?” “Almost orc. Need more.” “More feet?” “More green! More that!” The former human pointed towards Mug’s pants. The orc was confused for a moment, but when he pulled down his pants a bit and exposed his cock, he immediately knew what the other guy wanted. Grinning like he’d just figured it out, Mug knelt down over the former human’s face, and forced his soft cock down the other orc’s throat. The suction he felt almost immediately made him hard, and he groaned as he rocked back and forth over the old cook’s face. His balls bumped constantly into the other guy’s nose, and he could feel the suction there, trying to pull the scent off of his sac. He grinned, leaning forward and pulling the cook’s pants down to see how it was going. The green was spreading rapidly, pushing down to the base of the formerly pink shaft and wrapping around it. Almost immediately, it started getting thicker, and as the green spread up the cock – sped along with the frequent thrusts Mug made down the cook’s throat – it started getting longer as well. Bit by bit, inch by inch, it stretched out from the cook’s crotch, getting closer and closer to the size of Mug’s mighty cock. It was impossible to miss the balls growing, as well. Buoyed as they were by the growing thighs of the near-orc, they seemed to grow by the second, inflating like some fruit that grew in a day. The green orbs rapidly ballooned to the size of Mug’s fist, and considering how big his hands were, that was no mean feat. The cook started struggling under him, and Mug realized that the big guy was getting close to cumming. He grinned, reaching out and wrapping his hand around that cock as he slammed his own in up to the hilt in the cook’s throat. He stroked it hard and fast, and as the green spread down the cook’s legs, enveloping him down to his toes – which were much further away from his heel, due to the foot growth – he came. Whatever it was that had caused the change, it seemed to push the cook to cum as well. Mug only just avoided getting sprayed in the face with the blast of seed, and it seemed to pull the orc’s cock out even further. With the transformation complete, Mug was a little confused on what to do next. It took the cook slapping him on the ass to get him to finally pull out – and even then, he tried to keep fucking, first – and then the cook got to his feet. “How this happen?” “Dunno. Ask potionmaster?” “Mug ask.” “Cook too.” With that, they walked off, neither bothering with clothes. After all, what use had an orc for clothes?
  6. (Man and Woman to Goats) “Ha! Look at that, like, dumb… Thing!” Yingyue pointed to a sheep, a flush spread across her tanned cheeks. Tony had long since given up on trying to calm her down, the quarterback now settling for hugging his cheerleader girlfriend’s body close to his own. “That’s a sheep, babe.” He laughed. “How much did you have to drink?” “Same as, like, you.” Yingyue bounced on her heels, spinning towards her man and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Yeah, I’m a six foot tall-” “Beefcake!” “Yeah, who’s Irish-Hungarian. You’re a short Asian.” He smirked. “I think we might need to consider getting you some water.” “Why?” Yingyue somehow gave the word an extra six syllables from her whine, her almond eyes narrowing. “Because… If we want to make love, you’ll need to be hydrated.” Tony’s smile only widened as Yingyue’s face reddened. The idea was a good one, but… Here? She thought that breaking into a petting zoo would be an exciting date idea, but not exciting in that way! “Um… Like, I wanna do it at home…” Tony nodded, something unfamiliar in his eyes. “Yeah, but… I don’t know, something about this place really speaks to me. Think of how it’ll feel to be in one of these stalls…” “On the ground?” Yingyue frowned. “Uhhhh no. But thanks.” “With all the people staring at us…” Tony continued, as though he hadn’t heard her. “Now that’s not fair.” Yingyue bit her lips, her exhibitionist tendencies rising to the forefront of her mind. Up until now, they’d only gone as far as kissing in public. Even that had been enough to get her wet. “As I take you from behind.” “No butt stuff!” “Why would I do it there?” Tony looked confused. “I can’t get you pregnant that way.” His words brought even more of a flush to the girl’s face, and her cheeks colored to an unprecedented extent. She squeaked, sopping wet at the thought of being taken by a man, being bred… “Come on.” Tony took her by the hand. Had he always had a goatee? Yingyue didn’t know. She did, however, know that this worked for her. Something about it finally clicked, and she dashed into the empty enclosure with him, stripping her clothes in a frenzy. Despite the cool night, her body was warm. Every inch of her skin tingled with that feeling she got from not having shaved in a few days. She checked herself over as Tony stripped, but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. She’d always had that short, white stubble… Right? Before she could analyze that thought, Tony was upon her. The two of them kissed passionately, pressing their bodies close to one another. Her breasts squished against his chest as she groaned, her tongue slipping into his mouth, playing around his coarse, blocky teeth… It was like kissing an animal, and she loved it. The girl pulled away, turning from her lover and presenting herself to him. The light made it look like he had a pair of horns in his hair, and somehow that only made it hotter to her. “Come on… Like, what are you waiting for?” Tony gripped her hips, pressing her against the fence. “B… Bleat for me.” “Baa-aaah.” Yingyue blushed, closing her eyes. Warmth flooded her chest at the sound, and she licked her lips, letting her tongue remain out her mouth as she echoed the cry with another. “Baahaaaah!” Then he entered her, and her world exploded into bliss. The girl slumped against the fence, barely able to rock against him from the passion of his thrusts. It was like he was swelling within her, his already muscular body growing. “Maah-oore!” He groaned, his voice so loud to her stretching ears. She could feel her earlobes pulling away from her head, but that wasn’t as important to her as the need to please her man. “Baah-aaah!” She groaned dumbly, arching her back as her bones popped. Her hands slipped from the fence to fall against the ground, and by the time they made contact with the earth they were little but hooves. “Mggh… Aaah!” Tony groaned from atop her. “Whaa-aaat?” Yingyue grinned, still oblivious. She rocked back against him for a few seconds before his lack of reply bothered her. Her neck cracked and popped, lengthening as she turned towards her lover. She came face-to-face with a goat and screamed. Was this some kind of sick prank? What was happening? Where was Tony? She whimpered, her cry of distress not slowing the goat in the slightest. It looked like the billy enjoyed being balls-deep in Yingyue too much to care. Then she caught sight of the top of his head, a particular patch of fur that matched Tony’s hair. The second she saw it, it bleached into the white fur of an animal-but she was sure she’d seen it. “Oh faa-aahck! My baaahfriend’s a goat!” She whimpered. Then she finally noticed how far she’d changed, and different concerns altogether overwhelmed her mind. Her legs were long and spindly, and her body was the rounded barrel of a barn animal’s. Her breasts had pulled to hang between her legs, leaving her with a sloshy udder that brushed against her lover’s balls with each slap of his hips upon hers. “Faa-aahh! I’mmaaah goaaah-aaha-aaah!” She managed, grunting and slavering as the pleasure only seemed to increase. The more she changed, the easier it was to enjoy what was happening to her. The more she changed, the less she cared about her transformation. Yingyue groaned dopily, arching her head back as a pair of horns sprouted from the top of her head. “Baa-aaah!” The nanny cried, a numb warmth flooding her body. Her mate cried back, and the two of them explored their bodies in full-pausing only to snack on the clothes someone had left in their enclosure. By the sun’s rise, no trace of Tony and Yingyue remained. There was only a billy and his pregnant, contented nanny.
  7. This site needs more male transformations 😛