"Casual Wickedry," a name I had cooked up to entice people into my shop, apparently was ironic. For all my mercenary willingness to transform anyone who met my price, up to and including condemning living, sentient individuals to a lifetime as a mere addition of flesh to someone else's body, I haven't completely excised all of my humanity.
Annelise was a pretty girl from a wealthy family uptown that was known for allowing their people to undergo alchemical changes or outright flesh-sculpting for important events. One would think that with that accepting family culture, she wouldn't be shaking, trying to desperately sip at a cup of tea intended to calm her nerves and getting the sobbing under control as I watched as dispassionately as I could.
The girl was a touch under five and a half feet, with a slightly stocky build and mousy brown hair, but I could absolutely forgive that, as her eyes were absolutely beautiful, large, deep brown and having that hopeful naiveté, she was the kind of pretty that you wanted to take home and keep forever rather than ravish wickedly night after night. If I has my unfettered way, She'd be ravishing, with her lovely face and eyes, and be ravished every night in exquisitely delightful ways.
"There now dear, go ahead and talk as you can, she can't puppet you any further."
Annelise nodded nervously, shooting a furtive glance at my extra pair of arms, doubled bust and the labial lips behind my more normal, plump, all too human ones on my face. She'd been shooting glances at my more obvious "enhancements" the whole time with a mix of fascination and fear.
"So tell me," I purred, exaggerating my accent enough to flick the clit in my mouth and drive the poor former man stuck as said slick, inviting passage forever to insane distraction. "What would you do with her? The authorities will hardly be merciful given what she did to you. At best, she'd be driven naked into the borderlands of Karma's Realm, but more likely, she'll have a short drop and a sudden stop in her future."
Annelise shook her head. "No, no, I don't want her dead... no, we were friends, once." She and I both turned our gaze to the woman splayed out on one of my shop's couches, doing her impression of a marionette with cut strings.
They say redheads have no soul. Usually, I cheerfully agree just for fun, after all, I am half-demon. But Cessa was a little too ambitious for her own good, and too prone to trusting in "foolproof" magics I had learned to recognize in my first year as an alchemist. She looked rather comical, unable to moved, flopped back, only her eyes able to move as she watched me with very real fear in her eyes. I had simply touched the back of her neck with a concoction of my own devising, and as it absorbed into the skin, it removed her ability to control anything from the jaw, down. She was rather cute with her mouth hanging open, drooling on herself. I found myself thinking she'd be even cuter with no teeth and a pussy engulfing her mouth and nose.
"Well dearie, she can't use her voice to control you anymore, since she's paralyzed you have a golden opportunity to choose what you wish." I smiled, looking at the rather hefty sum left on my desk. "As I do not give refunds, and I have been paid for a transformation, I'll give you a choice. You can leave her to my care, and after I have finished sculpting you as you wish I will remand her to the guard for her to face her fate. Or, I can transform you, and use her as a future volunteer to help as a demonstration model, perhaps a toy or pet to be sold to a good home, but she'll never have her voice or freedom back..."
Annelise screwed her mouth, not liking the options. The poor girl had been subjected to a odd potion of demon-cum and alchemical workings that operated as a bizarre form of love potion, or mind control. The concoction rendered her the cooing slave of the first voice she heard, enthusiastically agreeing with the person, or carrying out their instructions with a loving aplomb. The drawback is, the longer that one went without hearing the voice, the more of themselves they would regain, and it didn't take very long.
But if Cessa were allowed to speak, Annelise would be right back to the fawning, overeager slave waxing poetic about how she was looking forward to becoming the new cock between her soon-to-be-hermaphroditic lover's legs. That was my first tip-off. No one EVER volunteers to become a bit of flesh at someone else's mercy attached as merely a flopping organ or slick set of folds, never to have choice in their fates again and then talks about how excited they are. Yes I have had people legitimately want it. But they were too afraid and ashamed or excited to talk about it. They had to initiate it, and take the plunge, dive into the permanent shock therapy without giving themselves time to think about it, consider the consequences, talk themselves out of it. But they were also rare as hell.
More common were the people who I would convince, implant images of sensual bliss, intoxicate them with words and touch, then consummate their fates at the moment they said "yes." More common still were people who simply signed a contract that they could be used to demonstrate any transformation or demonstrate any product for myself or my customers, such as the woman who was trapped as nothing more than my pale skin, and face. Others, well, let's say verbal trickery is one of my favorite games, telling someone exactly what I want to do, with enough ambiguity that their own imagination takes over and spin themselves a tale of wondrous delight in their own heads that is a far cry from what was promised... The poor boy who's sojourn as the fleshy cheeks of my ass and the vulva pinched between them was one such. Promises of all the anal sex he could ever dream of were enough to entice him.
As I watched Annelise wrestle with her options I gave her the last choice. "My last option would be to transform you, and use her as part of the transformation. Since she was so very intent to force you into a joining of bodies, perhaps a period of time at your mercy, as a mere part of you would be punishment to fit the crime. That way you would be able to keep your friend, and enjoy the fruits of what you paid me for."
"I wouldn't have to have her as a penis would I?" The question, and the apprehensive expression almost got me laughing.
"Absolutely not. I think, as you seem more the feminine type, we could sculpt you to take advantage of that." I smiled slyly. "And if you're willing to let me use you as my canvas, I'll give you something to strut about at your family's Summer Ball in three weeks at no extra cost."
No extra cost except being a walking advertisement for my business, anyway.
"Will she be able to think, or will she become mindless?"
I considered. "Could go either way, but I'm guessing you feel that letting her mind fade would be the same as letting her die?"
I smiled as the girl nodded, and I used my lower pair of hands, encased within the special gloves I had made for myself, to take her hands as I leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. She squirmed a little as I looked her in the eye.
"Your sense of mercy does you credit."
In reality I almost cackled like a lunatic. The poor, innocent child was condemning her former friend to a lifetime of near-madness, frustration and helplessness, and the very meat and drink of emotion that I felt wafting off my pretty little marionette was an intoxicating feast. Each of my many sensually altered body parts knows what it means to be trapped as nothing more than helpless sensual additions that were constantly penetrating, or being penetrated, against their will.
They hated it, and they loved it, dreaded each new day of humiliations, but anticipating the pleasures of having their whole awareness subsumed by the simplest sensual acts.
I stood and touched a hand to Cessa, and she rose gracefully, her marionette body still flesh, but only responsive to the contact of a Puppeteer who was touching her. I have fond memories of a former lover, forever trapped in her skin as a living doll, whom I often used as a mannequin in my store. Very few people walking by realized that the woman with luxuriant white hair in the window, her six proud breasts and three eyes on prominent display was not, in fact a mannequin of some variety. I would let her sit there, for days, wondering when the next time would come, until she was dripping with helpless lust and on the verge of insanity before bringing her in to relieve her tension. Charles absolutely adores the sweet thing, and if her emotions with him are any indication, she loves his touch as much as mine.
Cessa wasn't enjoying the sensation nearly as much, as her emotions were a tidal wave of fear, wonder and silently begging for mercy she never intended for her former lover. As I brought her and stood her up in the center of the room, I disrobed her, admiring the well-sculpted beauty of the woman. Nature had given her a body not unlike mine, without the additions and modifications. Fate had seen fit to give her naturally what took me over a year of careful sculpting to achieve. The bright red curls of her hair gave her a wanton, yet seemingly innocent appeal. She would be a pleasure to work with.
"Annelise, your turn, I need you to come here. Go ahead and strip down, dear." Yes I realize she never said "Yes" to the suggestion of melding Cessa to her, but I didn't need her to, all I needed was for her to obey.
Annelise seemed moderately embarrassed as she disrobed and stood next to her friend. She was hardly unattractive, but I could see where she might feel rather upstaged. With a little luck, we could fix that.
"So... what happens next?" She covered her breasts and crotch with her hands, looking a bit at a loss as I stripped off the gloves on my hands, purring just a little as one of my finger cocks squirted a little into the glove as I withdrew, the pussies in my palms suddenly, mercifully to the minds trapped inside, empty.
it was always a bit of a sticky mess, cleaning the miscellaneous goo off my hands whenever I pulled the gloves off, but I carefully sucked each finger clean as I picked up a small set of vials and brought them over.
Annelise was staring, wide-eyed at my hands as I went about my work. "Oh wow, I thought you just had..."
I was amused as I held a clean hand out for her to inspect. The girl was less horrified and more fascinated by the changes I had made to my fingertips and my palms. I did let out a happy sigh as she slid her fingers across the slender cocktips I had replaced fingernails with.
"If you like that kind of change, love, I always do love the opportunity to sign my work." I winked as I handed her a bubbling vial. "Drink up, this will make your body ready for the change."
If there was any doubt that the girl was excited the speed at which she downed the placebo was nothing short of astonishing. I, of course, needed no such primer as a half-demon but most people were not comfortable with the idea of my kind. Most of my alchemy happened internally.
"Now for the fun part." I touched Cessa's shoulder and the lovely creature followed my will and put her hands on her former friend, and soon to be mistress' hips, then leaned down, pushing her head up between Annelise's legs until her shoulders were pressed up against the shorter girl's ass, her neck a saddle for her would-be victim's crotch. I dipped a finger into one of my vials and drew some of the fluid into myself as I catalyzed what was the weakest of demon-cum produced by my body with some of the energy I had stored and refined it into a more potent bit of juice, then fed my finger into Cessa's mouth, as her body began suckling the tip against her will.
"How long will this take?" she asked apprehensively.
"Not long at all. Should be over in just a..." I smiled as my overeager fingertip fired her load into the helpless woman's mouth as I slipped a second finger in.
I could feel the sensations as Annelise squealed with startlement as a line of flesh merged her crotch and ass with Cessa's neck and shoulders, causing flesh to quiver and writhe as she let a rather shocked meanwhile Cessa's slender arms merged gently into her own legs, hair disappearing and melding with the hips of the girl above her.
Annelise's eyes widened with happy shock as she squealed, "I can feel her!" Poor Cessa was probably silently screaming "no" over and over in her own mind, wondering why she had come to my place instead of some back alley alchemist who wouldn't be so curious.
Cessa's suckling teeth and tongue began to soften as her head was absorbed into Annelise's crotch, her eyes closing one last time as her sight left her forever, and her mouth merged with it's new home between Annelise's legs, nothing more than a slick, toothless passage intended to receive male sexual organs and cum for the rest of her natural life. Her torso and legs shifted subtly, linking themselves fully to Annelise's body and will as I slipped my fingers out, to a disappointed, pleasurable sigh from the girl whose own legs had lengthened , torso stretching to Cessa's just-below six feet of height as I mentally sculpted some of Cessa's more pleasing features to the girl, making subtle changes to accentuate the new humantaur form.
I reached below her, between her front legs and gently gripped the luscious tits hanging from her lower torso and slid them up and forward, guiding them to their new home below her original pair. a quick sculpt of the originals left them matching as Annelise watched, disbelieving as I used my hands, and the sensitive cockhead-tipped fingers to sculpt her flesh into a vision of loveliness. The third pair of breasts I made just for fun, smirking as I added two more of the generous mounds to her torso, below the first pair, then on a lark began massaging the top nipples with my fingers while the girl moaned.
The fingers touching her nipples gently oozed some of my transformative cum on her nipples, massaging it into her flesh as the ends of her breasts seemed to dissolve like they were dipped in acid, gently splitting as labia formed, and soft love canals opened up, receiving my fingers as I sculpted her new breast-pussies into each of the soft mounds on her upper torso.
She was lost, moaning as each orgasmic wave passed through her body, melding her to Cessa perfectly as she changed. The girl was a delightful little sex slut. I couldn't have made her more receptive if I'd made her skin match that of a clit.
Coaxing the tail from her ass above her new rear legs was hardly difficult, but the bloody hair tail of a horse was overdone so often on a humantaur body that it would have felt like cheating. At three feet long, the fleshy, flexible tube stopped at a blunt tip, which had four flaps that split to reveal a series of suction cups shaped like lips on the flaps, surrounding another soft, suckling vulva in the middle. I arranged it so she could use it to eat, whether cum from a lover's cock, or soft foods delicately swallowed in, she would get no shortage of pleasure from the addition.
I left the two of them with one last parting gift, shaking up Annelise's long straight, brown hair as it gained a hint of red, shifting to a lovely mahogany color, and curling to her newly altered hips to make her look complete. Cessa's despair was delicious, and bluntly I found my sense of irony appeased by it.
Annelise's legs gave out as the experience finally faded, shakily falling to the floor in a heap, gasping, feeling herself for the first time as she took stock.
"Come along love, shall we see the new you?"
She stood and walked, wondering. "Why am I not tripping over myself?"
"One of the great advantages of a merge. The mind trapped in your flesh can be set to take over tasks you're not used to and help you move. You feel like you're walking upright with additions, but to Cessa, she's walking on all fours to an unknown destination, at the drive of something she cannot disobey no matter if she wishes to or not. In essence, because she IS the new change, she will help you move as though your were born with it."
"This feels... amazing." her hands explored her new additions, and she proved to be her mother's daughter as she seemed to be more excited by the changes than horrified. "Will Chessa learn to like it?"
"Chessa doesn't have much choice, honestly. Right now all she can feel is her face and mouth," I spoke as I slid my fingertips across the newly-minted taur's forepussy and clit, tracing my fingers down her flank to her ass, "all the way back to here. But if it makes you feel better, she's secretly enjoying this, almost quivering with anticipation. Maybe secretly she wanted this, but didn't have the courage to ask."
I didn't even feel slightly guilty, lying through my teeth (well, I would if I still had teeth) as I felt the hopeless, helpless emotions from the girl trapped within a girl.
Annelise's smile on her subtly changed face was radiant. "If she'd asked, I'd have said yes."
"There's only one thing left I need to do. Since she's been offered mercy, I do have to seal her to your body. No matter how much you change in the future, she can never be anything but a part of your body." I shook my own blood-red locks of hair out of my eyes as I smiled. "Fortunately, I have a potion you can drink. The other option would require us to get to know each other's bodies... intimately."
"I'm not sure that Chessa would appreciate..." She was still thinking of her former friend and tormenter as a friend. I intended to change that as I put a finger to her lips, causing her to fall silent.
"Since when does one ask a pussy permission to use it for the purpose the gods intended?" I smirked.
Annelise turned beet red at the thought, but she did nod just a little, dreadfully curious what other things I was hiding under the skin-tight leather.
I took her hands and gently took her middle finger on a hand into my mouth and suckled until she gasped sharply, pulling away to see a single, slender cockhead gracing the fingertip. I did the same to her other hand, and purred. "I told you, I enjoy signing my work..."
Little did I realize, Annelise leaving my shop with her former lover merged to her hind end would attract attention I could scarcely afford, and that the people I liked and loved would have to pay for.
