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Not bad, hope there would a lot more of this stories from the Jizza Zoo. My absolute favorites in this Zoo are Suzie and Cloe Bonefire and his sister Darma, i love what they turn into. And of course, i hope i read more of the dakini-house, i love the dakini-worms and his spawns.

Just managed to finish a short one I had here for a while.
Merry X-mas:

After months of preparations the great day was almost at hand. Tomorrow would be the grand opening of Jizza's zoo, a big celebration organized by the city council to attract even more attention.
Even though the great event was scheduled for the next day there was already a large crowd gathered at the entrance of the zoo.

The busy preparations for the day ahead had been suddenly interrupted. Apparently Amanda Fareaux who had proposed and organized the entire project wanted to address the zoo's entire staff which was now gathering in the open square behind the entrance. Mrs Fareaux was already there, standing on top of a portable pedestal as if ready for a political speech. She was conversing with her assistant while waiting for the last employees to arrive.

The young woman was quite popular among the staff. Her enthusiasm for the project had been infectious and her interest in the people working for her had left a positive impression. Nonetheless she was also the subject of widespread gossip, more precisely the fact that she seemed entirely unmodified as far as people could tell. This made her part of a very small minority nowadays, even more so as she had been born in Jizza and lived there all her life. Many transformees among the staff were quite frankly confused by this and considered it a bit of a flaw or something she was missing out on. Many of the untransformed women were proud of her, though, considering her one of them, the few unaffected by the Jizza-phenomenon, either by chance or careful avoidance of the local water and food. They were to be disappointed, though.

Once all staff was assembled, Mrs Fareaux cleared her throat in order to get everybody's attention.

“Thank you all for coming here and thank you all for your hard work. Without your efforts this would have been impossible. It is because of you that this idea has come to life and enrich the city,” the young organizer intoned cheerfully with a wide smile on her face. The crow cheered, all to happy to hear their hard work  acknowledged.

They listened to Mrs Fareaux continue with her speech, praising their efforts some more and talking about how the zoo will not only benefit the city economically but also bring joy to people. She was painting a picture of a wonderful place with a glorious future, describing the dream that everybody present shared. Nearly everybody showed some form of emotional reaction to the organizer’s words, joy, pride or admiration for the woman on the podium. She obviously knew how to capture an audience.

After encouraging the gathered crowd to do their best and keep up their good work in the weeks to come, she said: “And now its is time for me to take my true place in this project.”

Most people looked confused, unsure about what she meant. Only a few faces showed understanding.

“The zoo is in good hands. I am no longer needed to run it, so I am free to take the spot I had wanted to take from the very start.”

Without further explaining what she meant, Mrs Fareaux stepped down the little pedestal towards a round spot right in front of it. It was nothing more than a circular hole in the cobblestone of the square, everybody had assumed it to be a spot for a decorative tree that just had not been planted yet. Nobody realized that it had been Mrs Fareaux who had ordered this specific spot of earth for her own reasons.

The young woman simple stepped on the dirt and pulled a vial from her jacket. Understanding dawned on a lot more faces now. Before anybody could react, though, she gulped down the glowing content. She hadn't even bothered to undress or otherwise prepare. The moment she swallowed the liquid she exploded out of her suit. Everybody flinched, some evens screamed. The transformation was so sudden and expansive that some people thought the woman had burst apart. Luckily it had only been her clothes that didn't survive. Where Amanda Fareaux had stood just an eye blink ago was now a bizarre pillar of genitalia covered in the tattered remains of her jacket. The thing had a straight, cylindrical form, almost as tall as the woman had been before and was rooted in the dirt like a plant. From top to bottom it was covered in a random collection of breasts and penises. The breasts were all d-cups with puffy pink nipples, while each penis was about six inches long, flaccid, with a heavy, wrinkled scrotum. There were no vaginas or other bodyparts. The only exception was what looked like a butt at middle height of the pillar, facing towards the entrance. There were two perky, feminine ass-cheeks growing from between all the breasts and dicks, with a tight, pink anus between them. Above the sphincter was a single human eye, blinking and taking in its surroundings.

Most of the staff were staring at the thing with visible astonishment or shock, many of the transformees were grinning widely, almost smug that that Mrs Fareaux had joined their ranks.
“I know this might come as a surprise,” the pillar suddenly said. The words came from its twitching anus with the unchanged voice of the former project organizer. “But it had been my plan from the start to eventually take the role of info-stand and guidepost. I always wanted to become a permanent and useful part of the zoo.”

A few people, especially among the transformees applauded to her confession.

“For what reason I had a very particular ability added to my new form,” the info-pillar continued. At the same time some of her penises suddenly began to go erect. “I can control my erections. Using them to give direc....ouhh...”

A loud moan escaped the sphincter as two of the penises suddenly ejaculated.

“Ohh....directions,” she repeated. “I must admit they are a bit more sensitive than I thought.”

Even the last remaining staff members smiled and applauded now. It had been unexpected but their boss had embraced the zoo in a way more intimate and permanent anybody would have expected.
Eventually everybody got back to work, only two stayed to remove the strips of cloth from the former woman and give her a bit of a clean.

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Even two years after opening the zoo, Amanda still loved her new role. She had always been a people's person, so loved the constant contact to visitors, answering their questions and helping them to get around the zoo.

The almost constant orgasms weren't bad, either. She had quickly given up on controlling her ejaculations. Her penises were just too sensitive. Thus she almost always came whenever she tried to show somebody the way. By now she simply considered it a way to underline the direction.

She also allowed everybody to touch her and do with her whatever they wanted. It wasn't like she could stop them, anyway. She loved the feeling of helplessness of being at others mercy, even though most were too polite to touch her without asking. So in a bizarre way she actually had to encourage people to abuse her vulnerability. A few times visitors had even fucked her anus-mouth, something she needs to encourage people more often, although she refused to straight up ask them. That would be unprofessional.

This is an another great story, i'm thank you for that Demon-Man. Need more, make more. Please.

Basically the montage of the entries, trying to fit a bunch of random ideas together.

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Like Cloe and Darma the zoo had started several breeding programs. Most were a lot more mundane, though. Like in case of the Millers. Both in their mid thirties and married for seven years, the couple were locals. Mrs Miller had obviously been affected by the Jizza phenomenon, her sudden enthusiasm to be transformed a clear sign. Mr Miller on the other hand had turned out to be a transformation fan with long held fantasies of getting himself changed. Coming from a more conservative family, he had always held back his desires, not even talking about them with his wife out of fear she would have rejected him. When she had confessed her wish to get transformed two months ago, it had finally given him the opportunity to reveal his innermost feelings and live out his dream. When hearing about the zoo, the couple had decided to volunteer together.

That had made them perfect for this particular project. Now they lived in a large free-standing cage, a cube of four meters length in all directions, standing in a row with five more identical cages. There were two small trees and several other plants in it, simulating a dense forest floor, with a basin at the bottom to drink from. The whole thing was based on an enclosure for birds, even though the Miller resembled birds only in the broadest sense. Both of them looked primarily like a disembodied woman's torso. Both creatures looked absolutely identical, so even Mr Miller now sported two firm b-cups, the nipples visible stiff due to the chill temperatures at the moment. Their arms were entirely human, too, and quite delicate. However, due to their lack of lower bodies, they used them to walk and stand on instead. At the bottom of the torso, where it would connect to the waist was a swollen vagina and an anus, even though the latter was poking out in an odd way, since they had no butt cheeks, either. While their skin was soft and smooth for the most part, their shoulders and backs were covered in downy feathers. It fitted the bird wings sprouting from their shoulder blades, strong and large enough to lift their reduced bodies off the ground. The most unusual part were their heads, though. They were neither human nor those of birds. Instead each creature had a long prehensile penis, about two feet long, replacing neck and head. There was even a scrotum with suitably large testicles hanging from its base at their collarbones.

For any observer the Millers looked like bizarre mockeries of birds, they even made chirping sounds with their penis-heads. Their minds were left mostly intact but they loved to play the role of dumb birds. While they looked nothing like any real animals, their offspring did. The breeding program they had been chosen for, was one of several to increase the population of endangered species. In case of the Millers it was the rare Heroni mountain stork. Despite their appearance, their reproductive organs had been entirely modified with the genes of the stork. Every egg each of them laid contained a pure, unaltered specimen which would be raised by the zoo employees and then reintroduced into the wilderness. While it was necessary for them to fertilize each other, it wasn't much of an issue, since they fucked each other almost all the time anyway.

The row of cages that the Millers' enclosure belonged to was at the very border of the Living Genitals segment of the zoo. Thus they had a good few over some of the enclosures in the Fantastic Beasts area. The one opposite of their cage was modeled to look like a mountain landscape, about a hundred square meters in size. The creatures lazing around inside were advertised as the northern snowman. There were three in total, each one looked like a cone-shaped pile of shaggy hair. No features were visible under the coat of long dark hairs, not even eyes or mouths. Only heir feet were poking out from beneath their fur, especially due to their incredible size. While each creature was only about four feet tall, their feet were almost three in length. They were broad and flat, with only three massive toes. It fitted their fake background, as they appeared like they would be perfect for walking on snow.

When a visitor spent enough time watching them they would sooner or later get to see another appendage poking from underneath the hairs. Each of the creatures sported a foot long penis, which would only be really visible when erect. At the moment one of the snowmen was sitting on a rock with a hard-on waving it at one of his fellows. He got the hint and got closer. He carefully bent over and engulfed the penis in front of him with his hidden mouth. One could hear a deep, satisfied moan from the creature that was receiving the blowjob. At the same time one could see the other snowman's own penis appearing from beneath the fur as it was getting hard.

All three of the snowmen used to be women, all of different age and background. None had known each other prior to their transformations, one wasn't even from Jizza. They hadn't even been given the time to learn each other's names. They didn't care that they would never learn them now, as they were unable to speak. They were happy with their simplified lives and had adjusted well to being fully male now, for there were no vaginas or breasts hidden beneath their hairs. Instead they had fully embraced their new masculinity.

A few yards away was an enclosure with a less content inhabitant. Fidora Vandort used to be a successful financial adviser but like so many of her peers she had sacrifice a private life for her career. Without a partner or children to hold her back, the 40-year-old had decided to give her life a new direction by volunteering for the zoo. She had expected to become some hyper-sexual animal, free to mate with others of its kind whenever she liked. The reality was quite different, though. Instead she was rooted on the spot like a plant, at the center of her small enclosure on an artificial hill. For the most part, she looked like a chubby woman without limbs sitting upright on the ground, the roots well hidden by digging straight down into the soil, rather than spreading out. She was not entirely a woman anymore, though, for her vagina had been replaced by a rather ordinary looking cock with suitable balls. Instead of a head, she only had a big eyeball attached to her neck now, robbing her of her former humanity. More humiliating than her new maleness or immobility was the way her body function had been altered, though.

Fidora had been turned into the zoo's main source of dung for fertilizers. Her body didn't need any nourishment, instead it absorbed large quantities of mana, processing most of it into poo which erupted from her anus in a never ending stream. The zoo's staff had to collect her feces twice a day, otherwise it would start to overflow her enclosure. Unfortunately she could still smell but over time she had gotten kind of used to it. In addition her penis released a constant stream of similarly generated pee, an unexpected side effect of her transformation, as she had been told. The yellow liquid trickled down the hill she sat on top and had long since formed a small moat around the inner wall of her enclosure.

It was a humiliating and rather boring new life she had been given but in a perverse way she still took some enjoyment from it. The shocked expressions of the visitors kind of thrilled her. It was as if they spoke to an exhibitionist side of herself she hadn't known before. Furthermore her penis was so sensitive that just a cold breeze could cause her to go hard. Combined with the excitement of being watched, it was enough to make her climax. That was the reason why she couldn't honestly hate her situation. She was sure that her attitude would further shift over time. Maybe she would even love her new existence eventually.

There was another volunteer not far way, in a similar condition as Fidora but far more happy with it. She lived in a building between the Fantastic Beasts and the Unclassified Beings section, called the Dakini-house. As the name indicates, it was dedicated to housing different species created by the infamous demoness, not just dakini-worms but also her more exotic creations. On the ground floor a secure glass-cage contained the seldom dakini-crabs. Tamara Lockhard served now as the animals' feeding ground. Formerly a local college student, she was now nothing more than a sentient pile of large, lactating breasts. Unlike many other dakini-species, the crabs didn't fuse with people. Instead they used them to feed on breast milk. The creatures could spit a highly transformative and paralyzing substance which would turn a person into a similar pile of breasts as Tamara. She had willingly entered the cage and endured the slow transformation process. Now she was blind but her sense of touch had intensified a hundredfold. Feeling the crabs crawl over her soft titflesh and suckle at her engorged nipples to drink from her sweet milk, was an orgasmic experience. It absolutely made up for the loss of her genitalia. Despite having been reduced in such an extreme fashion, she was happy with her fate and enjoyed the constant feeding.

While Tamara would never leave her enclosure, some of the spawns created by commercially bred dakini-worms were allowed to interact with the visitors and sometimes even have fun in the zoo's brothel-hotel or petting zoo. In fact there were two very specifically modified dakini-spawns, called Snuffle and Puff that would serve as guides. Each wore an audio-players on chains that any visitor could activate to start the pre-recorded tour. Their hosts were now nothing more than their constantly erect penises. Due to the spawns lack of arms they would use their dicks to point at things and show the way. The creatures were also clever enough to give directions for the entire zoo this way if asked.

A bit further away from the dakini-house, at the center of the Living Genitals area, was the enclosure of the zoo's largest inhabitants. The two titanic creatures had been given the quite fitting name of phallosaurus. People visiting for the first time were usually very impressed by the pseudo-elephant in the Atziluth corner, just to find out that the creature was a dwarf compared to these monstrosities. Each was easily 80 feet from head to tail tip and with 25 feet shoulder height, although these terms didn't really fit them. At first glance each phallosaurus looked like those long-necked reptiles that might have been extinct or just been mythological and were only known from some half-destroyed Edeni books. Their leathery, green skin helped to create the illusion. At closer inspection these beasts looked nothing like any real animal, though. Instead they rather resembled two lower bodies fused together at the waist with a shared belly pointing up. It was easy to miss this resemblance, though, as their form was heavily modified to carry the immense weight. The body was heavy and ovoid with the barest hint of a waist. The hips were set rather low and the legs were rather straight and build like pillars with solid elephantine feet. Instead of a tail or head, the creatures had more than 20 feet long, serpentine penises growing from ether end. Each was more than 3 feet thick at the base but then tapered down to half that at the tip. Below each hang a leathery scrotum containing testicles as big as beach balls. If one looked closely, one could see the hint of equally gigantic vaginas in the shadow of the testicles and below that big, puckered anuses, squished between inflated buttocks.

Neither creature had a front or rear. Some people had watched them for quite some time, trying to find out if they had a preferred side which could be considered a front. Instead they had to find out that the phallosauri constantly switched sides, moving back and forth in a bizarrely fluent fashion. According to the description each create used to be a single woman, so there was not a real conjoinment at play. Either they were really good at keeping up an act or their entire bodycontrol and senses had been mixed up to give them essentially two heads.

Many considered the phallosaurus enclosure the highlight of the zoo but there was so much more to see and so much more to experience.

Just amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Love you dman!!!!  you are the best.

I love it.  Can't wait to see more of these stories.

This zoo is so amazing! Love what's going on in it and what the volunteers become. Thinking of what would i do i've a park like this was real coast me a lot of time, give up the old life and many more and become a crazy sexbeast is not that easy but i think, i would be a volunteer too. This would be very exciting.

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And here's the second set of transformations I've been planning.  I hope you guys like it.

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    This whole thing started out as a game of chicken.  None of us ever expected it to get this far.  But now that we were here, it wasn’t like we could back out.

    Maybe I should back up a moment.  If you looked at our current situation with an impartial analysis, a large part of it would be my fault.  After all, I was the one who brought the news that Jizza was opening a new zoo to the attention of my friends.

    We’d talked about it the night before at the dinner table.  I was living at home while attending college and my parents insisted on sit down meals.  My mother had just returned from a work trip to the city, a place she visited regularly.  She had been there when the first wave of transformations had occurred years ago and had been swept up with the sudden need for masculinity as well.

    Despite how much she wanted to, my mother knew my father wouldn’t be able to take being married to another man.  He loved her dearly, but there are some things a man can’t change.  Therefore my mother became what she called a stealth male, one that hid her true gender under changes designed to feed on my father’s other fantasies.  She became an anthro skunk, covering her body in a wonderfully soft coating of black and white fur.  Her breasts were converted into testicles, and her tail was actually a huge cock,  the true purpose of both areas hidden by her fur.  The changes hypercharged my mother's cum production, causing her to constantly leak small amounts.  It blended unnoticed into the white fur of her tail, but the change made my mother always smell like she’d come home from an orgy.  My father had taken to calling her Stinky as a pet name and it was picked up by several of her associates.

    To maintain the illusion of femininity, my mother’s anus was moved forward to where he vagina used to sit.  As weird as it is to think about one’s parents’ sex life, my father didn’t seem to mind screwing this new hole.  In fact, they seemed to connect far more often than before my mother’s change.  My younger sister and I were thankful the house was built with noise canceling foam inside the bedroom walls.

    Anyway, back on topic.  My mother brought up the topic of the zoo to me and I shared it with my group of friends.  We were a decidedly mismatched lot.  Constance was the outdoorsy type, with a tall and athletic frame.  It seemed like every other weekend she was out hiking or camping somewhere.  Hilda was dark skinned and short.  She kept her hair in a tight, curly afro and when she wasn’t in class could be found in the campus gym.  Frederick was the only male of our little clique, a short and slight geek.  Many of the other men teased him for it but we never did, which might be why he hung around with four women.  And finally there was Tina, whose look was best described as goth-lite.  She wore black most of the time and was really pale, but lacked all the death and gloominess of a true goth.  At least towards the others.  I think she disliked me, but I could never figure out why.  Tina never seemed to want to be alone with me.  She always made up some excuse whenever circumstances put just the two of us together.

    As a group we spent a week talking about the zoo, making up all sorts of different transformations we might see.  Finally someone, I think it was Hilda, suggested that maybe we should volunteer to become exhibits.  After all, we all thought the transformed were sexy, or at least bizarrely interesting.  Why not take the plunge and find out what it was like to become little more than an animal?  That is, unless we were chicken?

    Once the idea took root it was impossible to weed it out again.  For a multitude of reasons none of us were willing to break first.  So here we were, being led around the section of the zoo that would become our home for the rest of our lives.  This subsection was devoted to making genitalized versions of animals from the other lost continents.  I’d studied them in school, the pictures left over from Eden.  From the signage already in place we were to become creatures from Atziluth or Yetzirah, but I didn’t have time to stop and read more.

    “Ms. Hanson, this is your enclosure.”  Our guide and transformer Martin told our group, indicating Constance.  “If the rest of you will wait here in the walkway, you can watch as she gets changed.

    After Martin left with Constance, the rest of us chatted nervously.  “What do you think she’ll end up as?” Frederick asked, his excitement dampened by the thought that soon he’d be the one walking into an enclosure.

    “Who knows?” Tina replied, her emotions unreadable.  “We’ll have to wait and see.”

    A few minutes later Constance reappeared with Martin.  She strode naked into the enclosure, giving us a full view of her body.  Modesty wasn’t important when you were going to become an animal in only a few moments.  Constance’s nakedness gave me a clear view of the big way she differed from the other females in our group.  While out camping in the mountains two years ago, Constance had stopped off to bathe in a small mountain lake.  What she didn’t know what that the lake was infested with cockfish, and one of the little buggers swam right up her vagina and merged into place.  The skin of Constance’s dick was much darker than the rest, almost brown, and was standing at full attention in anticipation of her change.  This was the first time I had seen it, as her dick was the one part of her body Constance was shy about.  From this distance I couldn’t tell if she had balls to go with it.

    Martin said something to Constance we were too far away to hear and handed her a small glass vial.  Our friend gave us one last wave before drinking the potion and handing the vial back.  Afterward, she lay down on her back and waited for the changes to begin.

    I was curious about Constance’s prone position until the potion took effect.  It went after her joints first, bending her arms and legs around.  When Constance stood a moment later she was fully quadruped, though with her chest pointing up.  Constance was already the bustiest member of our party, but her breasts grew even larger under the effect of the d-cum.  They shifted on her body, one drifting down to where her belly button was while the other scooted over to be centralized.  Both breasts continued to inflate until they were the size of large watermelons, easily a foot and a half tall.

    While this was happening, Constance’s dick was also growing.  By the time it stopped, it stuck out almost two feet and a good ten inches in diameter.  By the way it twisted back and forth, I suspected it was now prehensile.

    The next change I saw was a thick coating of hair grow in over Constance’s body.  The majority was short and blonde, while there were thick brown patches over the tops of her breasts and dick.  As the fur grew in a last few changes manifested.  Constance’s hands and feet shorted into hooves, her torso became more oval, and her knee joints reversed.  The final change was Constance’s head reabsorbing into her shoulders, which puffed up into a pair of butt cheeks.  All that remained was her hair, which solidified into a tail.

    As the transformation finished, I was looking at a genitalized camel where one of my good friends had once stood.

    “Holy shit.” Frederick whispered.  Like me, he sounded totally stunned at the change.  Glancing around, I saw Tina’s face was disinterested, while Hilda practically had her hands down her pants.  I think it hit me then that this was real, that soon I would be a bizarre creature just like Constance.  I didn’t know if I wanted to mimic Frederick’s horror or Hilda’s gleeful anticipation.

    While we watched Martin performed a quick examination of Constance before returning to our group.  “Your friend’s transformation turned out perfectly.” he told us after walking into earshot.  “She’s very healthy and fully functional.”

    “Is she still...you know...in there?” Frederick asked.

    “We reduced part of the brain that deals with boredom and time management, but otherwise her mind is fully intact.  She seemed quite excited at her change.” 

    That wasn’t surprising to me.  Constance had been one of the most vocal proponents of our little plan.

    “Can I go next, please?” Hilda begged.  I wasn’t surprised; Hilda had wanted to do this even more than Constance.  “If I have to wait too much longer I’m going to do something indecent in public.”

    “While we do encourage that from our exhibits, we like them to wait until they actually are our exhibits.  In the interest of preventing any...problems, we can easily do you next.  If you’ll follow me, Ms. Cabral.”

    Martin led Hilda around to an enclosure opposite Constance’s.  While we waited for them to prep, I watched Constance the camel graze on the short grasses that populated the sand of her enclosure.  Her great phallic head leaned down, the hole in the tip unerringly engulfing the reedy plants and ripping them out of the ground.  Constance must have had some sort of mana sight, as she had no eyes I could see.  I wondered what that would be like, then realized I might find out soon myself.

    Five minutes later Martin emerged with Hilda skipping beside him.  Much like with Constance, she took the vial from the transformation specialist,, downed the liquid within, handed it back, and lay down on the ground.

    This time though, Hilda’s limbs didn’t reorientate.  Instead they sunk back into her body.  Hilda’s arms disappeared like someone was reeling them in on a line.  After a moment only her hands remained exposed.  These split apart into four separate sections, one for each finger, with the thumb disappearing.  These fingers spread down Hilda’s torso, growing bigger as they went.  By the time the last finger slid into place before Hilda butt, each digit had grown half as large as the arms they replaced.

    Meanwhile, Hilda’s legs were undergoing their own change.  They sunk into her hips almost all the way up to the knee.  Each remaining section of leg grew skinnier, but the bumpy muscle was still visible.  Hilda’s feet deformed and split apart, reforming into a pair of very phallic claws.  Run in a “U” shape on the inside of the cocks was a dripping mess of feminine tissue.

    After her arms and legs finished, Hilda’s skin changed next.  Her coloration was already dark, but now her skin looked almost black.  The hard ridges of her muscles solidified into armored plate.  This process started at her claws and worked its way backward.  Hilda was the flattest of our group, her tiny breasts barely leaving bumps as they were covered in armor plating.  By the time the chitinous wave reached Hilda’s neck the final change was occurring.

    Hilda’s mouth stretched wide was her tongue forced its way out.  It grew bigger and bigger, far larger than any normal tongue, while taking on very phallic characteristics.  By the time it passed one foot in length, Hilda’s mouth had disappeared into the base and the rest of her features were being wiped away.  By the time her tongue-cock reached two feet, all of Hilda’s facial features had been wiped away.  The phallic tail grew in a curve right out of her shoulders, with only Hilda’s nest of short, curly hair as a reminder that her head had once been there. The hair didn’t last long, falling out as it was swallowed up by the tide of armor plating.

    When the tail finally stopped growing at three feet, there was no sign at all it used to be part of Hilda’s head.  In fact there was little evidence the scorpion like creature had once been my friend.

    As the transformation finished, Hilda experimentally took a few steps.  Controlling eight finger-like legs must have been difficult, as she stumbled a few times before getting the hang of it.  Afterward she happily scuttled around her enclosure.  As Hilda turned in my direction I saw she still had her pussy and ass in what was probably now her face.  The former was dripping with how aroused my friend was at her new form.  Martin tossed something small in her direction and Hilda scrambled after it.  She lifted it in a claw and shoved it deep into her vaginal mouth with obvious glee. 

    Martin did one or two more checks to ensure the transformation had worked properly before walking around to rejoin us.  While we waited, Hilda entertained us by playing with herself.  Before she had been reserved...maybe introverted was a better word.  The transformation seemed to have unlocked her exhibitionist side.

    “Mr. Keenan, you’re up next.” Martin said upon his return.

    “Me...um...are you sure I can’t wait a bit longer?  Maybe Tina or Jayna would like to go first?”

    “I’m sorry, that won’t be possible.  We really need to do you next.”
Frederick looked like he was about to back out, before he nodded as followed along.

    “I always thought he was going to be the weak link.” Tina said as we watched them go.

    “So we wouldn’t have to do this?” I queried.  Tina and I never talked much, so the fact she was starting up a conversation was significant.  Maybe she didn’t dislike me as much as I thought.  Or, it was the fact we were the only two left.  Previously, this set of circumstances would have her scrambling for an exit, but right now we had nowhere to go.

    “Oh, I still would have done this, with or without the rest of you.”  Tina looked up at the sky, as if it possessed answers to questions she couldn’t ask.  “I...never fit in well on the outside.  In here...hopefully that will be a different story.”

    I was about to ask what she meant when Martin reappeared with a naked and very sheepish Frederick beside him.  The pre-transformation ritual commenced, with Frederick drinking the vial and lying down afterward.  This time, the changes started in a similar way to Constance’s.  Frederick’s hips and shoulders shifted, binding him into a quadruped stance.  His hands and feet shortened into hooves, the direction of movement toward his crotch.  Frederick didn’t have any breasts to grow, so the transformation skipped right over to the penile growth.  This time, Frederick’s dick didn’t stop at two feet.  By the time it stopped growing it had to be over ten feet long and two wide at the base.  If he still had balls I couldn’t see them, as they were so dwarfed by his massive organ.

    The next change to occur was a discoloration of Frederick’s skin.  Like most geeks he was naturally pale from too much time spent inside.  As the power of the transformation worked it’s way through him large patches of skin darkened to coffee brown.  A mane of his short sandy hair started just above the glans of his dick and ran all the way down to where it intersected with the rest of his body.

    Next Frederick’s head changed similar to Constance’s.  The orb flattened as if under the pressure of an invisible rolling pin, squeezing down into a thin strip of flesh while all the features blurred away.  Frederick’s brown hair tufted the end, revealing his head had become a tail.

    The final change was so small it was hard to see.  Two bumps rose out of the top of Frederick’s glans.  These grew out six inches or so as penile horns.  Instead of glanses, the tips opened up to reveal eyes.  From the way they moved around, Frederick had some control over them and the glans was now his face.  One of my few male friends had become akin to a giraffe.

    “I guess that just leaves us.” Tina said as we watched Frederick eat leaves off a tall tree in his enclosure.

    “Yea.” I replied, not sure how to answer.

    We stood in silence for a few minutes before Tina finally said, “Jayna, before one of us transforms...I just wanted you to know…”

    What she wanted me to know I never found out, as Martin chose that moment to return.  “Ms. Nix, Ms. Cowley, it you two will follow me we’ll finish off transforming your group.”

    “Wait, what?” I asked, confused.

    By the look on her face, Tina was just as offput.  “Are you saying we’ll be sharing the same exhibit?”

    “The same body actually, due to the significant increase in mass.”  Martin said this as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

    “The same...” I began.

    “Body?” Tina finished.

    “Yes.  Like I said it will be necessary to merge the two of you together to create a beast of necessary size.  Now if you’ll please follow me, I’m actually on a very tight schedule today.”

    I followed the transformation guide in a daze.  Tina walked beside me, looking equally stunned.  After how much she’d shunned me, would she really be alright with sharing a body with me?  As if she could read my mind Tina whispered, “Jayna, I know you think I don’t like you, but...I’d really, really like if we can do this together.”

    I didn’t know what to say to this, so I just nodded.  Martin led us around to the hidden area of the zoo, the part the caretakers could use to get into the exhibits.  It appeared we’d be spending the rest of our days right next to the enclosures for our friends.

    “Strip down and put your clothes in the basket over there.  I need to go retrieve your vials.” Martin told us before walking off.

    I slowly removed my clothing, relishing the fact it would be the last time I would ever do such a thing.  I glanced over and saw Tina was already full naked.  She was sneaking guilty glances in my direction and blushed furiously when I caught her staring.  As she turned away I saw Tina had a tattoo running across the cheeks of her butt.  Twin interlocking feminine mirror symbols.  At that moment, the penny dropped.

    “You’re...gay.”  I said it more of a statement than a question.  Blushing even deeper, Tina nodded.  “Is that why you wouldn’t talk to me?  Were you worried I would somehow reject you for your sexuality?  Is that what you think of me?”

    Tina hung her head.  “No, that’s not why.  I...I had...have a huge crush on you Jayna.  I was afraid if we were ever alone together that I...would do something stupid and ruin our friendship.  That was worth more to me than any...potential relationship.”

    I slipped out of my panties and tossed them into the basket.  “So finding out you’re about to be merged with your crush must be a dream come true.”

    “Yea.” Tina agreed is a quiet voice.  The silence held while I removed my bra. 
“I pictured a thousand different ways of telling you.” Tina admitted.  “But I never saw doing it like this.  I thought...that it was finally too late.”

    “Well, I think we might have another minute or two until Martin comes back.  I’ve never tried kissing a girl.”

    Tina’s face lit up in a way I’d never seen before.  “You’d really do that, for me?”
I shrugged.  “Why not?  We’ll be sharing a body soon.  Sharing some spit shouldn’t be much of an issue.  If I wasn’t one for trying strange things, I wouldn’t be standing here naked about to be transformed into some kind of animal.”

    Tina pounced on me, engulfing me in a back breaking hug and pressing her lips into mine.  The sensation of our breasts squishing together was nice, but plugging in via tongue felt magical.  I’d never questioned my sexual preference before, but Tina was making a very persuasive argument for the opposition.

    “How was that?” Tina asked as we broke apart.

    “Good enough that I wish you told me earlier.  We could have had more time together.”

    “You’ll have plenty of time together in the future.  All of it, technically.”  Tina and I jumped, releasing ourselves as Martin interrupted our private moment.  We had gotten so caught up I never heard him approach.  “If you’ll follow me, we can get you two bound up all nice and tight together.”

    Tina held out a hand and I took it, enjoying the simple action of interlocking our fingers.  Together we followed Martin out through the door and into the enclosure that would be our new home.  It was larger than the other, but then again Martin had mentioned something about our new form being quite large.  The ground was dirt and short grasses, with a stream splitting the enclosure in two.  A pair of trees and some rocks gave it a homey feel.

    “Ms. Cowley, here is you vial.”  Martin handed me a small vial of glowing white liquid.  “I need you to drink it and lay down on your back there like your friends.  The transformation will not proceed until Ms. Nix joins you.” 

    This was it, my big moment.  I held the vial up to my eyes, examining the liquid within that would change my life forever, before removing the lid and drinking it down in a single gulp.  It burned like fire going down...or maybe raw potential.  I could feel the chaotic energy seeping into every molecule of my body, but changes did not begin yet.

    “Ms. Nix.  Here is your vial.” 

    Before he could give further instructions Tina snatched the vial from Martin’s hands and downed it.  Handing it back she asked, “What next?”

    “You need to crawl in between Ms. Cowley’s legs and…” Martin cut off, looking flustered, before finally finishing, “You need to lick her pussy.”

    Tina and I glanced at each other.  “Today is a great big day of firsts.” I joked with her.  “My first kiss with a woman, my first transformation, and now my first time getting my pussy licked.  This should be fun.”

    “Oh it will be.” Tina replied with newfound confidence.  “I’m a great pussy licker.”

    A point Tina proved a moment later, shoving her face into my crotch and her tongue deep inside me.  I almost orgasmed right there and then from the unexpected sensation.  I wasn’t a virgin, having experimented with toys and two of my past boyfriends, but this was on another level entirely.  I couldn’t believe I missed out on this by not having a relationship with Tina.  Oh well, that was something I could no longer change.

    Within a minute I was on the brink and despite how hard I tried to hold out Tina was too good.  I cried out in orgasm as waves of pleasure rolled through me like a tsumi.  I thought I heard Tina cry out in pleasure too, but that was when the transformation elixir within me decided to go from passive to active.

    When I felt heat flare in my shoulders and hips, I had a pretty good idea what was happening.  Having my joints realign backward should have felt awkward, but instead my new orientation felt totally natural.  The sole exception being my face was stuck facing upward.

    I tried to rise in my new quadruped configuration and felt a tug at my crotch.  I craned my neck up as far as I could and saw Tina still had her face buried between my legs.  She tried to pull back and I felt a sharp tug on my clit.  A part of me tugged back and Tina found her head inexorably pulling to my hungry slit.  I’d never considered myself a size queen, but the sensation of Tina’s head filling me was out of this world.

    While I was distracted with Tina, I missed the fact I was growing.  When I finally looked over at Martin I saw that, even on all fours, I was taller than him.  I could feel my body pulling mass from the raw mana around me.  Normally I was quite proud of my trim figure, but right now I wanted to pick up the pounds.  It was all part of losing my humanity, of building my new self image.

    As exciting as it was watching the others change, going through the process myself was a bit of a disappointment.  Don’t get me wrong, a constant stream of pleasure is nothing to sneeze at.  But over the years I’ve found visual stimulation is a huge part of my arousal and with my point of view stuck as what would probably become my new ass, I missed the best part of the change.  I could tell we’d grown much bigger, at least ten feet if the nearby trees were any indication, and proportionally massive.

    Finally, my head started to tingle and I had a moment of panic.  The sensation of it being reabsorbed into my body was indescribably unreal and the resulting disorientation threw me for a loop.  I was blind, deaf...and whatever the descriptions for being able to smell or taste were.

    And yet, one sense I gained came from Tina.  Her mind became open to me and mine to her.  I could see the struggles she had with her sexuality, her fear about coming out to the friend Tina found she loved.  At the same time I could feel Tina riffling through my own memories.  She seemed to take particular interest in my mother and her mustelid transformation.  I wished that Tina had been able to meet my family formally before today, but I had no doubt they would be by to visit soon.

    After what felt like an eternity sharing memories, I realized I could see again.  The colors were...off.  Some a bit too sharp, others dimmer than I remembered.  I apparently had mana sight now.

    “Ms. Cowley, Ms. Nix, can you hear me?”  I turned my...I guess it was now my head, even if it had started the day as my crotch, toward the sound.  Wow, Martin had gotten tiny.  I towered over him by almost a factor of two.

    While I tried to decide how to answer, I felt a part of my anatomy move without my control.  Somehow I knew Tina was at the controls, while I was the master over the rest of the body. A great column of grey flesh lifted up before my eyes.  For a moment I thought I’d gained a second penis head like Frederick or Constance, then the shape sparked a memory.  It was a trunk.  If I had a trunk, that meant…

    Ignoring Martin, I made my way carefully over to the stream splitting my new home.  My whole body felt huge and ungainly, requiring me to take each step slowly and carefully.  When I made it to bank and could finally see my reflection, I felt a sense of...rightness fall over me.

    Like I guessed, Tina and I had been transformed into an elephantine creature.  Tina’s body had become a great grey trunk, flanked by twin white tusks that had probably once been her arms.  At the end of the trunk were two bumps like butt cheeks, with a large sphincter nestled within.  On the other end of the trunk grew out of the giant vagina that had become my face.  It was located where my clit would be, if my vagina was upside down.  I had a pair of massive floppy ears that resembled oversized vaginal lips but no eyes, which confirmed my mana sight suspicion.  My skin was grey, wrinkly, hairless, and hopefully quite tough.

    I shuffled around, trying to get a good view of my backside, which was hard when I didn’t have a neck anymore.  Or eyes, and it would take me a while to learn how to shift my line of sight.  I couldn’t see any large genitals underneath, so my primary set was clearly on my face.  I had a whiplike tail, one that still had some remnants of my dark hair on the tip.

    I could have stood there and admired my reflection for hours, but Martin became quite insistent.  He ran me through a few tests to ensure the transformation had gone smoothly before finally bidding me farewell.  I watched him leave through the door I entered not long ago, now far too small for my huge bulk.  But that was ok.  Here was where I was meant to be.

    As I went to stand back by the water, I felt a probing inquisitiveness from Tina.  Her trunk body lifted up and probed gently at my vaginal face.  I offered feeling of encouragement and slowly she penetrated me.  While not as good as Tina’s tongue had been, it was a close second.  I quickly...or as quickly as I could now move, lowered myself to the ground to prevent falling over from the wonderful sensations.  Our arousal ping-ponged back and forth until we both exploded into an amazing orgasm.

    Laying on the bank, soaking up the afterglow and Tina’s ecstatic emotions, I was glad I’d gone through with the process.

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Epilogue

    As Martin had mentioned casually, the transformation left me incapable of telling time.  Ok, maybe that was an overstatement.  I could still keep track of a couple minutes, but beyond that ten minutes could have been ten years.  It did help with the boredom, as every day felt like a brand new day full of adventure.
That being said, there was an indeterminate period of time between our transformation and the opening of the park.  I want to say it was a month, but my margin of error was in the weeks.  All I knew was one day there were crowds on the walkway, people who had come to see me.  I was so excited and loved showing off by spraying water from the river or fucking myself.

    My family came to visit of course.  Mom and Dad and Lori were all there on opening day.  In the spirit of the place Mom had gone without clothes and I wondered if people thought she was an escaped exhibit.  She and Lori looked happy at my change, but Dad looked disappointed.

    The next time they visited it was just Mom and Lori.  The time after that they were joined by a handsome young man, likely Lori’s boyfriend if they way they were hanging off each other was any indication.  The time after that the boyfriend had been replaced by a girlfriend.  It seems my sister shared my appreciation for the female form.  Strangely though, the girlfriend had much the same scent as Lori’s old boyfriend.

    The visit after that I was greeted by three skunks.  I recognized mom by her markings, but the other two were identical in every way.  By studying how their tails bobbed, I could tell they were stealth males as well.  It seemed my family really like to be transformed.

    Oh, one last bit of news.  It seems my exhibit has been so popular they’re considering adding in another beast like me.  They might even be able to tweak it so we can breed.  For me, I can’t wait to see a copy of what my transformation looked like.  For Tina...I imagine she was more looking forward to having another vagina face to stick her trunk into.  Until then she’d have to be satisfied with me, as we took life one sexy day at a time in the best place in the world.

First story is my favourite so far, the identical fish forever being shown off really caught me off guard

I love what happens with Cloe and Darma. This is the stuff i hope for.

Noice

Here's my attempt to add to this little part of the universe.  I hope you all enjoy it.

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            Frosty sighed as she set her basin beside yet another table and started piling the used plates, cups, and silverware into it.  Just another day at her oh-so-boring job.  She'd come to the big city four years ago to make her big break in acting, but like so many young people with that dream it never came to fruition.  Her biggest part in that time period was the one likely responsible for her lack of success. 

            Back then she was just Florence, a curvy blonde with lots of…personality.  She was so excited to get a spot in a commercial advertising a new brand of chewing gum.  Florence hadn't even minded the full body make-up she'd had to put on, leaving her with pale blue skin and ice white hair.  It was only afterward the actresses found out the studio had used d-cum laced products to make their colors really pop.  The fact she was now permanently blue was a blow to Florence's ego, but it could have been worse.  Cherry now looked like she was permanently in a fit of rage despite being the sweetest person Florence had ever met and Lemon looked like she was always ill.  Not to mention Grape losing out on her lucrative contract modeling swimwear.  At least the settlement for loss of earning potential made it a bit more bearable, though the fact everyone started calling her Frosty was annoying.

            Fast forward three years and even with her unique coloring Frosty never found a role she clicked with.  It was almost to the point she considered going back to the farm, though she dreaded the looks on her parents’ faces.  Frosty came from a region where there were very few transformed and knew she would stick out a like a sore thumb.  Normally she liked attention, but not that kind.

            Frosty carried her bin to another table, one recently vacated by a man in a business suit.  As she dumped his plate of half eaten toast into the bin, Frosty's eye was caught by the newspaper the businessman had left on the table.  Specifically, the small article in the corner about a new zoo opening up in Jizza.  Frosty had always loved animals, a byproduct of growing up on a farm.  Jizza wasn't too far away, maybe this would be a fun distraction when it opened in a few months.

            Frosty picked up the newspaper, intending to save it for further reading after her shift, when a particular detail caught her eye.  The article stated that the zoo was looking for volunteers to become exhibits.  Not work them, become them.  Suddenly Frosty became weak at the knees as the idea swept through her mind.  Lounging around all day, finally getting the attention she thought she deserved, that would be a dream come true.

            "Frosty, I pay you to work, not to daydream."  came a loud voice, interrupting Frosty's train of thought.  Frosty turned to see a squat and angry woman standing in the doorway to the kitchen, her brown hair in tight curls. 

            "Sorry Mrs. Kalemier." Frosty called guiltily.

            "There are two more tables in section three that need cleaning.  Now hop to it." her boss ordered.

            "Right away Ma'am."  Frosty exclaimed, rushing to catch up with her work.  The whole time, her mind was firmly on this wonderful opportunity.

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            Frosty was so excited as she stepped through the front gates of the zoo.  She'd been full of anxiety ever since sending in her application two weeks ago, her self-doubt predicting they'd reject her.  Instead, ten days later she'd gotten a letter explaining that Frosty had qualities they were highly looking for and asking her to come in right away.  The last few days had been a blur; quitting her job, breaking the lease on her apartment, and gifting or selling her remaining possessions.  After all, where she was heading Frosty wasn't going to need them anymore.

            All around her were people scuttling to and fro.  They seemed to be split into two separate groups.  The first looked like they belonged at the zoo, either as employees or contractors helping with the set-up.  They were dressed either in uniforms or work clothes.  The other half were like her, wide-eyed and excited to find out what they would become.  Frosty's paperwork had told her to report to the main dining complex, where she would receive further instructions.  As it was an hour or so before noon, Frosty didn't expect the cafeteria to be very full.  Maybe they would be throwing her one last lunch before carting her off to be changed.

            Stepping through the wide glass front doors, Frosty scanned the room.  There were a dozen or so worker class people scattered around the large circular room, but her eye was caught by a trio of women sitting at a table by the rim of the stage.  Frosty thought they might be here for the same reason she was, so she walked over to see.

            As Frosty stepped closer, one of the women looked up and spotted her.  The woman’s skin was a very pale white, which contrasted nicely with her shock of red hair.  "Wow cool skin." she exclaimed.

            "Literally." the second woman deadpanned.  She was a well tanned blonde with the build of a farmer.  Frosty was almost reminded of her old look before the commercial.

            "Let me guess." said the third, a dark skinned beauty with short curly black hair.  "You're here to become an exhibit?"

            "Umm, yea." Frosty stammered, slightly taken aback at the woman's blunt accusation.  Then again, it was a good guess seeing as she didn’t look much like a zoo employee.

            "Us too." squealed the redhead.  "This is going to be awesome."

            "They told us we were waiting on a fourth.  Now that you're here they should be changing us soon." the dark skinned woman told Frosty.  "By the way, I'm Kiari." she held out a hand for Frosty to shake.

            "Sabrina." the redhead replied enthusiastically.

            "Amanda." the final woman answered shyly.

            "Florence, but most people call me Frosty." Frosty gestured to her blue skin as she took a seat at the table.

            "I can't wait to find out what I'm going to be.  I want it to be something sexy and cute so people will have fun playing with me."

            "I'm hoping to become quite the opposite." Kiari smirked at her bubbly companion.  "Something big and powerful and scary.  Something that sticks in the mind of everyone who sees in."

            "What about you Frosty, what do  you want to be?" Sabrina asked.

            Frosty shrugged.  "I haven't given it much thought honestly.  I just want to be the center of attention for once.  I tried becoming an actor, which is where I ended up with this skin tone, but things never worked out.  I figured this place was better that waiting tables my entire life."

            "No matter what you end up as here, it's practically guaranteed your end up as the center of attention in your little world." Kiari noted.

            "And you, Amanda?" Sabrina their shy tablemate.  When the tanned woman didn't answer Sabrina tried again.  "Come on, there's nothing to be embarrassed about.  We're all here for the same reason."

            Amanda bobbed her head as if thinking before finally admitting, "I want to be something strange and disgusting.  A giant worm or a pile of genitals.  Maybe even become the genital on a normal animal, or even as asshole."

            Frosty didn't think she could stand being transformed that way, but who was she to cast stones at others fetishes?  Besides, Amanda looked relieved to have that off her chest.  Sabrina started to probe for details but before she could dig very far their conversation was interrupted by a man in a zoo uniform approaching their table.  The name on his shirt patch was Oliver.

            "Ah good, the last of you has arrived.  If you'll come with me ladies, we can see to getting you transformed."

            "What, already?  We can't get lunch first?" Frosty complained.

            The man shook his head.  "I'm sorry, but we need to get you changed and hooked up before the lunch crowd arrives.  Now if you'll please follow me."

            The dining area was designed as a large circle, with all the vendors around the outer lip.  Inside that was a thick ring of tables.  The inner portion of the circle was a raised stage that the man mentioned could be filled with either temporary exhibits or other ways of entertaining diners.  The stage had a backing running a quarter or so of the arc and Frosty and her new friends were led behind it.  A long shelf ran the entirety of the curved section.  On it sat the typical things found in cafeterias.  Cup dispensers, a salad bar, extra silverware and napkins, etc.  There was a gap in the center that Frosty found odd, but her eyes were drawn to the huge box on the floor before it.

            The box was big and metal, almost eight feet long and three feet in the other two dimensions.  Around it stood two other men and a muscular woman, each dressed in park uniforms.

            "Here we are." Oliver told the group.  "We need each of you to strip down and step into the conversion box."  He gestured to the metal structure on the ground.

            "But why are we changing here?" Sabrina asked, even as she started to unbutton her blouse.  "Wouldn't it make more sense to change us near our exhibit?"

            "You'll see." was the man's cryptic reply.  "Now please hurry, we have a very busy schedule today and we're already running behind."

            Frosty fell a bit insecure about taking off her clothing in public, but then she rationalized that as an exhibit she wouldn't need them soon anyway.  Amanda seemed to be filled with a similar anxiety, while Kiari was already down to her undergarments.  To the surprise of no-one, Sabrina was the first volunteer nude.  Under the direction of their guide, she stepped into the box and laid down long ways.  "Ok, I'm ready.  Change me." she exclaimed with glee.

            "Not yet." Oliver told her.  "We need the others to climb in first."

            That caught Frosty by surprise.  She thought they would all be changed individually.  Sharing a body with the rest of her group would dim the spotlight a bit, but it was too late to back out now.  She climbed into the box after Sabrina and Kiari.  Amanda took some extra encouragement from the three naked women before she joined them.

            Oliver and his assistants arranged the woman in a very specific order.  Frosty found herself with her face in Sabrina's knees, which trembled in excitement.  Sabrina was against one of the metal walls of the box, while behind Frosty she could feel Kiara's warm back pressing into her.  Amanda was placed on the far side of the dark skinned beauty, directionally flipped like Sabrina.

            Despite how big the interior looked at the beginning it was now very cramped with four women in it.  Frosty wasn't claustrophobic, but the closeness of the other women was starting to give her second thoughts.  Before she could voice them, her world was shadowed by the lid being raised over the box.

            "I hope you ladies enjoy your transformation.  Trust me when I say you'll be well liked and appreciated from now on."  With that the top of the box was slid into place, trapping the women in pitch blackness.

            "This is it, I'm so excited." Frosty heard from around her ankles.

            She was about to reply when there was a hissing sound and her skin suddenly felt damp.  A moment later it started to tingle.  Aerosolized d-cum, Frosty thought.  She could feel the chaotic power of the liquid seep down into her core.  Frosty tried to pull away from Kiari's back and found she couldn't.  It was if they now shared one body.  Before she could try and pulled away from Sabrina, Frosty felt her flesh begin to inflate.  Her body pressed against the others, into the others, and then Frosty lost her sense of self.

            Some time later…it could have been second, minutes, or hours, Frosty came back to herself.  She knew instantly what had happened, there was no fogginess that she read could sometimes happen with extreme transformations.  Frosty knew she was no longer human.  However, Frosty had no idea what she was now.

            The blackness of the box was still all around her, if not deeper than before.  It wasn't like having her eyes closed, it was if she no longer had eyes.  In fact, Frosty wasn't sure she even had senses anymore.  She couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't taste or smell.  Frosty thought she might have lost touch as well, but then she felt something press into her at multiple points.  It wasn’t painful, more ticklish in an area that felt like her breasts.  A few minutes later, despite having almost no way to perceive the outside world, Frosty felt a moment of vertigo as her new body was lifted and repositioned.

            As the motion ceased, Frosty became aware that she wasn't alone.  She could kind of hear the others, whispers of thought and flashes of images.  It wasn't true communication, more the barest sense of feeling.  From what she could tell Sabrina was happy, Kiari was horny, and Amanda was scared.  Frosty tried to send comforting thoughts to the latter.

            For a time Frosty floated in the darkness.  She could somehow tell Oliver and his team were still working on her.  She would feel them touch her skin, or something new pressing into her transformed body.  With her limited senses, each action felt magnified tenfold.

            Frosty thought she was finally getting used to her reduced state when something came in and ran her head like a bell.  It was as if she had a button labeled pure pleasure and someone had pressed it firmly.  It was the feeling of a hard fucking, soft sucking on her tender nipples, and a tongue teasing her clit all rolled into one.  Under the shock of arousal Frosty could feel something else.  The movement of liquid through her new body.  It came from a place she thought of as her stomach, winding its way around before coming out her mouth.  Despite trying Frosty could in no way affect the flow of the liquid, merely sit back and enjoy the pleasure that came with its passage.

            The press of her pleasure button ceased and so did the liquid pumping out of her.  Frosty wanted to cry out, to beg someone to press her more, but she could no longer speak.  A moment later the sensation did return, but no-where near as strong.  Through their mental link, Frosty could tell it was Sabrina who was now getting the full brunt of the pleasure.  The trickle she was receiving was enough to keep Frosty at a slow boil, but not enough to get her the release she craved.  Eventually, after all the other women had gotten a shot of intense pleasure did her turn came again and Frosty screamed soundlessly as the orgasm overwhelmed her.

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            Oliver stood back and examined the food court's new drink machine with pride.  It was a boxy cube of flesh about six feet wide and as deep as the counter it sat on.  Running across the middle in a line were eight large breasts, each with a wide areola and flat nipple.  On the bottom of each breast was a pair of lips, alternative facial and vaginal.  These lips hung over a gap large enough for a glass, which would rest on the eight butt cheeks that made up the liquid catch.

            The skin of the machine was a camouflage pattern derived from the skin tones of four women who comprised it.  On each breast was a tattoo describing the drink that would dispense when the nipple was pressed.  This was not part of the transformation, instead an addition performed by the transformation machine Oliver’s crew had taken to calling the Juice Box.  The flavors weren't major brands, instead they were things like "Sassy Sabrina" or "Kool Kiari".  At the very top of the machine, where a normal soda dispenser would have the company logo, they organic drink machine had one as well.  An image of Frosty reclined in a lewd position, her modesty barely preserved by bubbles as she held up a frosted mug in either hand.  The words "Frosty's Finest" were painted in dark blue script on either side of the image.

            "I think I like this one more than the one we installed earlier in the rest stop on the far side of the park." the sole woman of the work crew, Tabitha, remarked as she pressed a nipple to refill her glass.  Oliver could picture the sheer pleasure that was running through Frosty as she dispensed some "Fabulous Frosty" out of what had once been her vaginal lips.

            "You just had the hots for the blue woman." Mark teased.  It was well known to the tight knit group that Tabitha was an avid lesbian.

            "And you didn't?  I loved those old gum commercials."  Tabitha sighed as she took a sip of her glass.  "And now I can drink her in every day if I want to."

            "Come on guys, let's get a quick lunch in." Oliver told his crew.  We've got another of these drink machines to install this afternoon over by the petting zoo."

            "Ooh Mark, maybe if we can get done early you can play with your girlfriend there." It was Tabitha's turn to tease her companion.

            "I doubt we will." Oliver noted.  "One of the afternoon volunteers was another woman from the same commercial that colored Frosty."

            "Ooh, who?  Lemon?  Grape?" Tabitha asked excitedly.

            "Cherry."  Mark groaned at the excited look on Tabitha's face.

            "Out of here on time, we will never be now."  The rest of the work crew stared at their fourth member, nicknamed Silent Steven for how little he talked.  This led to a round of chuckles as they walked off to go get some lunch, leaving the living drink machine that used to be Frosty and her friends behind.

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Epilogue

            In a way, Frosty got her wish.  As the food court’s sole drink machine they were the center of attention.  A month after opening the zoo ran a poll and her two flavors averaged out the most favorites.  After that it became a rite of passage to try one of her drinks, leaving the former actress in an almost never ending stream of orgasms.