On Stage:

Milly was a little worried when Lily selected two people.  Doing two unrelated transformations in rapid succession tended to be much more draining.  But these were the types of people shi really did this for.  One excited for the change, knowing what they want, but not too specific.  And the other, trapped in a life they'd rather not have, but lacking the ablity to escape.

Looking back and forth between them, Milly gets an idea.  Tobias did give hir a lot of leeway, so maybe the changes need not be unrelated.  Perferring to not a merging with out express request or at least permission Milly gets an idea shi hopes will statisfy both of them.

Milly, "I want you to stand close to one another Ariel slightly in front.  But be careful not to touch each other.  Tobias that may be harder on you as Ariel will go first."
Once the volunteers are in position, Milly closes hir eyes and the glow starts again.  This time Milly mutters a few words of power and glow gets brighter before moving to Ariel.

Ariel's skin begins to darken, taking on a deep purple hue everywhere but her face and a wide strip down the front of her torso which remain pale.  She then sinks to the stage as her legs and everthing from her belly buttondown turns into a ball of flesh.  As her torso settles in atop the ball Ariels arms slide down her body and join the amorphous ball.  Ariels eyes go wide as her hair changes texture, becoming flesh like the rest of her.  Her pigtails twitch as they become living mobile tentacles.  The amorphous ball that starts mid abdomen begins th collapse in on itself.  In a few moments it resolves into eight moving tentacles currently wrapped around each other.

As soon as the glow begins to fade from Ariel it moves to Tobias.  His changes start much more subtle.  He seems to shed years and slowly feminize, until he resembles a girl not much older than Ariel.  Then his legs begin to merge and his whole body seems to lose definition, structure.  Tobias' head deflates into his shoulders leaving his eyes on his collar.  Not long after Tobias' remaining body collapses into a heap.

When the glow fades Milly starggers briefly, but quickly recovers. 
Milly, " Lily be a dear and lift Tobias up so the good people can see what he looks like now."
What Lily lifts from the stage is a beautiful feminine dress made of flesh but with arms and hands instead of sleeves.

Milly, "Isn't he lovely folks?  With some parctice Tobias will be able alter his color and his new form some so no worries about him ever going out of style.  Unfortunately he can only communicate with the person wearing him now.  Ariel, would you like try him on and tell us what he says?  Maybe you could even bring him home with you.  I sure if you promise to take good care of him and wear him at least once week, he'll let you do that."

@ esunalily:

After the Octopus girl leaves the stage with her new favorite 'outfit' Milly approaches Lily.
'You sneaky little Minx, I didn't know what to do when you brought two of them at once."
In one swift motion Milly takes Lily's cheeks in hir hands and kisses her full on the mouth.  It lasts too long to just be friendly no matter where you're from.
"You inspired me.  I feel at least 50 years younger.  Thank you, I owe you a big favor."
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On stage: 

Milly comes back to the mic.
"For this next time I'm going limit the pool of potential volunteers and ask them to do something not everbody will be comfortable with."
"But first, Anybody who is close me knows I'm a sucker for romance.  The love, the sharing, the trust, its all so wonderful.  Two people, two lives joining as one, what better way to loose yourself."

Milly takes a deep breath, "In that spirit I would like our next volunteers to be a couple in love.  Young seeking and thrill or old and looking to rekindle an old spark, it doesn't matter.  I just want you to love and trust one another implicitly.  That part is important as you will be choosing your partner's Blessing.   When you come to the stage you will be given a pad on which to write what your other half shall become.  Without asking each other.  You will then come forward introduce yourselves and reveal the chosen Blessings simultaneously."

Henry appears at the edge of the stage with two clipboards and fine tip markers for Lily to take.

As Lily held up the former man to help the newly formed octopus girl into him (or her now rather), she got a bit of a look of dread on her face. As she looked down at the living dress, she realized that she didn't want to end up like him. Sure the man said he was happy after he was on the octo girl, Lily was sure he was, but she knew that that kind of transformation wasn't right for her. What if she did let Milly change her....would she end up some kind of immoble and helpless thing like the former man? The idea of becoming a creature of sexuality, something exodic and wildly sexual....maybe leaving her face unchanged to show she was once human....that is what she wanted....not what she saw before her.....but what if she went through with it...and Milly changed her into a living dildo on a whim? After all, all the man said was he wanted to be something feminine. She might have piped up before, gaining the courage to voice her desires, but this put her back at square one.

Lily was not expecting what came next though....Milly was kissing her. Her eyes went wide at the affection and leaned in instinctually. Dispite having desires for sexual transformations, she has not kissed many people before, let alone women. It was over just as quickly as it came. After Milly gave her those kind words, Lily found herself wanting to lean in again to keep that affection going....but Milly was already back at center stage and the show had to continue. So man conflicting emotions, this evening was like a rollercoaster of emotions for the poor girl....and something told her it wouldn't end now....

Alys laughed as she entered the room with Kaayla.  She hadn't done anything like this in years, and she hadn't felt this young, excited, or horny in... well, ever!

"One of the first things you said to me," Alys purred, stripping off her top for her alchemically endowed DD breasts to bob freely, "was that you hadn't had actual sex in two years.  I figure twats like mine are hard to come-by, so think of this as a little gift, for the road."  Nude, she lay upon the bed, belly-down, her head resting on folded arms as she watched the special elixir go to work.

The drink fizzled and tickled as it went down, but that amazing, tingling sensation didn't leave Kaayla's tongue.  In fact, once the last drop was well and gone, Kaayla realized the sensation was intensifying.  She opened her mouth to speak, but was instead shocked by strange, heightened sensations coming from her tongue.  Before her eyes, the organ grew.  Six inches, eight, twelve... and all the while it was flooding her mind with strange and powerful new sensations.

"I had to pay extra for this mixture," Alys giggled, climbing up from the bed.  "I asked Katherine to make it as big as she could, while still letting it fit inside your mouth.  I'm given to understand there's some magic that will help with compression.  It might take a while, but she seemed sure you'd be able to speak normally again after a little while."

A part of Alys doubted that last bit, but right now she couldn't care.  Kaayla's tongue had finally stopped growing somewhere around two feet from her surprised lips, the wet organ writhing and curling sinuously. 

"But the best part," Alys cooed, breathless with excitement as she stepped closer to the wandering herm, "she mixed this with another potion, so your new sexy tongue should be mildly erogenous too.  Let's test that out..."

Alys gently held the tip of Kaayla's tongue between her thumb and index finger.  That alone felt good, almost like someone stroking Kaayla's nipple, although the sensation was coming from a new and somewhat confusing source.  But then Alys guided that tip into her mouth and began stroking it with her own tongue in a bizarre parody of a deep kiss.  Her lips and tongue on Kaayla's new addition felt amazing.  She might have cum then and there if Alys hadn't broken off the contact almost criminally soon.

"I figure this should help when you're by yourself.  Now you'll never need to wait for someone to suck you off!" 

Still giddy with excitement and aroused by the sexual change she'd brought about, Alys picked up her drink.  With a flirtatious smile she brought the elixir to her lips and drank, draining it all in one quick draught.

Lily looked out upon the adience trying to find the couple Milly requested for her next transformation. She saw a few couples put their hands on their heads, even a few same sex couples, even a group of three people caught Lily's, eye. She was tempted to pick them, but Milly made it clear she only wanted two. Then her eyes fell upon a couple that took her breath away.

A woman, which looked to be the embodiment of femininnity, with huge perky breasts that were larger than her head, a thin waspish waist wide child bearing hips with a bottom to match, toned shapely legs that went on forever, lily white skin and long shimmering red hair that flowed down to the small of her back. The man was equally as impressive. A strong yet beautiful face with a strong jawline, short blonde hair styled perfectly and his body, perfectly sculpted with powerful slabs of muscle. When Lily picked them, they both stood up, and both were at least a head taller than Lily was (in the man's case he was much taller than that even.)

Lily brought the two on stage and Milly asked them their names and what they wanted. The woman spoke first. "My name is Anna."

""And I am Lucien." the man said after. "We are a married couple."

"-and we are also, for lack of a better term, porn stars." Anna finished for her husband.

"Not the way I would have told them,  dearest, but yes, we are both sex workers." Lucien continued. "You see, we do love each other very much..."

Anna continued where her husband trailed off. "But we have seen what the job can do to a married couple. We have seen jellouscy destroy so many relationships."

"We....don't want that to happen to us." Lucien said in a low tone.

"We have actually thought about doing this a while" Anna smirked "And well...it must be destiny that we were picked."

"We want to be fused together." the two said at the same time.

"B-but not in the traditional sense of conjoinment." Lucien piped up.

"Yeah," Anna chimed  "we don't just want to share a body. We want to become one person, mind, heart, and soul. With each other's best physical and mental trates."

The two were silent for a moment longer before Lucien finally finished. "C-can you help us with this?"

"Thank you for all your kind work tonight, Nathan." Cara said. "Sorry if I am distracting you from your work. These just couldn't be ignored anymore" she said with a grin. "I wasn't sure I'd like this surprise, but I love them. They are so friendly" she added, with a knowing wink.

Jemma took the potion and poured it's contents into the remains of her cocktail, which was about a third full. She stirred it together and then began to gulp it down, quenching a thirst that wasn't just about hydration.

Sam just watched the events unfold on stage. A person merged, what a fascinating transformation to choose.

The new being had slumped to its knees as it panted for a few moments. Not only was the herm over whelmed by its new hightened arrousal, it also seemed to have some trouble keeping its wits about it. The herm shook its head for a momen before standing up. "We...I...mean...I....oh my..." it said in a much deeper but not quite masculin tone. It had a very smokey yet sultry tinge to it. "It worked." the herm said sounding excited. "We...we are one! Well...mostly. We still can sort of talk with each other still....but....We think we can get used to it." When Milly asked the herm its new name, it was silent for a moment.

"Lucy will do very nicely. And...we also think I should refer to myself as a she." The stunning herm went to Milly for a moment and gave her a huge powerful hug. "Thank you, we both thank you. You gave us something that means so much to us. THere is a bright future for me because of you." the herm planted two quick kisses on each of Milly's cheeks and went off stage.

As Lily watched this, a tear game to her eyes. Those two knew  exactly what they wanted.....there was no doubt in their minds, there was no second thought, and they did it for each other. Why couldn't she be like that? Why does she have to care so much about what other people think about her? And of course as Mily watched this she was extremely turned on by the display.

Alys barely registered what her special drink tasted like.  As it swam down her throat her attention was lost on yearning excitement, and a few seconds later on her ballooning tits. 

She grabbed her expanding breasts, moaning in unearthly delight as the sensations of heat, excitement, and pleasure echoed through her body, reverberating across the skirt of her vulva.  She rubbed her nipples and pressed deep against the giving, pillowing flesh in amazement as her boobs grew, past their already enhanced DDs to the size of cantaloupes, the size of her head, the size of watermelons, and even the size of pumpkins!  Aroused like this, her nipples seemed almost as large as her thumbs!  And her breasts, her nipples, her twat, everything begged for attention.

A small, idle part of her mind noted that none of her clothes would fit after tonight, and wondered if her new, massive tits would make moving around difficult in the future.  Alys dismissed those thoughts; there'd be time for things like that later.  Now, tonight, this was the moment for revelry. 

She was so absorbed in her new tits that she barely noticed the other changes.  Her ears twitched about, and she found she could hear her own ecstatic moans much more clearly.  A swaying from just above her but informed her that she likely had some kind of tail now (good thing none of her pants would fit her anymore anyway).  She howled in delight, squeezing her tits and loving the sensation until she nearly teetered off-balance.

Over-correcting, she fell back onto the bed, rubbing her thighs and the soaking wet skirt of her vagina, flush and lubed and needy.  With what felt like a super-human effort of will she called out to Kaayla, putting her emotions and feelings into words; "Take me!  Fuck me!"

She spread her legs open for the herm and locked her smoldering, lustful eyes on Kaayla's.

Having just been emptied moments before, Kaayla's penis instantly erects again at the sound of Alys' lustful voice beckoning for her attention. Her hard shaft seems larger then usual, poking her in the lips and granting herself a taste of her own sex. Perhaps maybe there was an effect that Alys neglected to mention about her drink? But Kaayla couldn't care if there was, at least for the moment. There was a gorgeous catgirl laying on the bed with her legs spread, inviting Kaayla to come inside, and she isn't going to let this chance go to waste.

"Le... let's do this!" Kaayla shouts, realizing that she's still able to talk despite the new tongue.

It takes a split-second for Kaayla to jump on top of Alys and start pounding her with the might of a thousand rhinos. The two girls relish the sex, bathing in the heat of their own lust for each other. Alys moans in pleasure, clearly enjoying the sex, rubbing her breasts and tugging on her clit while Kaayla thrusts up and down with her massive prick.

Kaayla leans in to kiss Alys, but as if on it's own, her tongue chooses to slide down and surreally penetrate Alys' enlarged left nipple, almost like a fucked up hentai movie. This alone starts the build-up to complete satisfaction, forcing Alys into a series of intense orgasms. She isn't alone either, Kaayla also feels the same, her rather sensitive tongue feeling just as sensuous as her cock, tasting Alys' breast milk as it dribbles from her tit.

And then, with one last pound, the two lesbians almost lose their minds to one overwhelmingly powerful orgasm so loud, it'd be a surprise if the other hotel residents don't gossip. But the girls aren't yet done, Kaayla especially. Alys wants more and Kaayla's dick seems to be refilling already. In the brief rest from sex, Kaayla thinks about the possibility of Alys not mentioning a potential side effect to the drink.

But still, just a second later and the two are back at it...

Lily waits in the backstage area as she was told, still reflecting everything that had happened. She was so confused and scared...and...and...excited. She was going to get the chance to change another person's life forever. If the male stagehand was not back there watching her, she surely couldn't have stopped herself from touching herself. The urge to just tell Milly to transform her was begining to grow stronger......she didn't really care about what others throught of her if she did change....but she knew things could have gone very wrong. She didn't want to end up as some kind of living object, or immoble thing that didn't even look even a little human afterwards, or some kind of mindless sex beast.....she still wanted to be her....she still wanted to look like her, but at the same time she wanted to be wildly sexual, something extremely exodic. She knew the risks that transformation could bring.....and she was terrified to take that plunge. But seeing others change...and the opertunity to change another was tempting her more. At the thought of her next act made her pussy wet at the thought, her juices running down her thighs....

This night was the most exciting night she has ever had....and it was far from being over.

In a far and lonely corner of the bar sits a rather strange looking young girl named Angel, who is watching Milly's show without taking her eyes away for a moment. She looks as if sunlight has never reached her skin, being almost as pale as clouds. Her punkish half-hawk hairdo is a shiny dark red with bright navy blue streaks. Dark eyeliner masks her eyes, studded piercings on her nose & tongue, piercings through her lips, eyebrows & ears, black lipstick and teardrop face tattoos give her an aura of darkness. Her dark blue eyes compliment this aspect. Wearing a spike choker, open black denim vest with torn sleeves that bares her tattooed arms & entire tattoo covered torso without fully revealing her pierced C cup breasts, tight & ripped denim jeans and spiked boots.

Angel is certainly a fine example of alternative beauty. But her past is a dark one that she prefers to keep to herself.

She sits in the lonely corner sipping from a glass of what looks like wine, but could very well be blood, judging by her looks. When she isn't watching the transformations, she's writing down notes based on said transformations.

Angel has always secretly wished to be transformed. Nothing too extreme, but nothing too subtle either. She's been a fan of the anthropomorphic shark-like race that make their home in deep oceans for as long as she can remember. The males; strong, hardy, handsome, charismatic and intelligent. The females; curvaceous, perfectly toned, graceful, seductive, agile and swift. There's something about the women of this mostly undocumented race that makes her dream to be one. Plus, there's that bonus they have of being able to breathe underwater. On the other hand, she has also wondered what it's like to have a penis, but not one as large as that belonging to a herm who left earlier nor one located in the conventional body area.

But Angel doubts she'll ever be able to experience her dreams. Taking another sip from her glass, she watches as the show continues.

A rather preoccupied man dressed in inappropriately warm street clothes bustles into the bar. He glances around the room nervously as if scanning for someone he recognizes. As he hangs his coat and hat up on the previously unused coat rack, he is revealed to be a very handsome younger man in his mid twenties. His hair is expertly groomed, if a little mussed, and he had a pale face and smooth hands as if he'd never done an honest day's work in his life. Still, his features would be called attractive by any traditional standards.

He steps inside nervously, expensive shoes clacking on the barroom floor. He seems to know that he wants to be here, and the way he's looking around the room suggests he'd rather not see someone he knows inside. As much as he tries to hide it, there is a certain air of aristocracy and properness about him that he can't seem to shake. No doubt he'd traveled far away from his home, where transformees were stigmatized and looked down on.

While the other patrons seem to stare at the transformed individuals in the bar openly, he at least tries to conceal his obvious interest. He walks straight up to the bar and, after waiting for the barkeep to finish wiping down the stool, takes a seat.

The approach of the manager seems to take him by surprise. "Oh! Sorry, didn't see you there." He takes a moment to take in the look of the woman talking to him, and her friendly manner seems to calm him a bit.  He smiles.

"Sorry, I. . . I'm a little out of my element here, but I suppose most people are. Probably half of the appeal." he smiles, charmingly. There's no hint of disdain or revulsion that one would expect from someone of his social strata. "Tell you what, why don't we start with a shot of whiskey and a raspberry beer to chase it down. I'm looking to get something more exotic tonight, but I need something to help me relax first, and a warm beer sounds perfect."

He glances over the bar, marveling at the woman made human-taur adjusting awkwardly to her new stance. "The name's Lance, by the way." He says to the barkeep, holding out his hand.

Only a few hours later, Kaayla wakes up from a short, but otherwise perfect sleep. She had fallen asleep while still having sex with Alys, her head resting on Alys' enlarged clit and her dick still inside her pussy. As Kaayla removes herself from the hyper endowed catgirl, two things cross her mind. For one, the cost of the damages in the room will empty the wallets of both girls, since the bed is like a wet sponge, having been soaked with an impossible amount of cum, and the walls and floor are still dripping with sex. And two, why is her penis still erect and more importantly, why is it now as long as her arm?

Kaayla contemplates her grown penis, which touches her nose, the smell pleasuring her senses. She also notices that her breasts have grown slightly, which might be reasonable considering she did drink a fair amount of Alys' breast milk. After deep consideration, she decides that despite having a huge cock which may never be flaccid again, she is thankful for the pleasure it brings and her new tongue, which has retracted back into her mouth.

Thirsty, Kaayla goes to the fridge and grabs a bottle of water, downing it as quick as she opened it, albeit with penis-related difficulty. Five bottles later, Kaayla hears the sensual moans of Alys from the bedroom. Alys hops out off the soaked bed and stumbles towards the kitchen, struggling to keep her balance due to her tiredness.

Kaayla licks her lips and smiles. "Hey babe! Why don't you sit down and I'll get you a nice, cold drink. I want to hear your story" she suggests.