In the Shadows of the Night
by ZeroGear

    All was quiet in the big city of  Notune as it lay like a child west of Ondora.The night air, thick and wet after the day's rain, lay heavily upon Drix's skin as she perched upon a spire, eyes fixed upon the ornate mansion of her target. Her piercing red eyes, alchemically enhanced to give her the clarity in the dusk, scanned the trimmed and decorated garden as she counted out a dozen armed men and several packs of dogs paroling the grounds. She smirked beneath the mask of the living carapace armor she wore before leaping down to an empty side-street, out of the sight of prying eyes.
    Slowly, as not to arouse suspicion, the Hunter walked on the the street, a faint sway in her step so any onlooker might think hat the robed figure was little more than a tired drunk on her way home form a night of revelry, making her way to the side of the wall, well out of any guards sight.
    Taking a quick glance to make sure there were no observers, Drix extended the claws on her carapace gauntlets and silenly began to clime the stone structure. Each grab she made hooked the insecticide hooks onto the cracks between the bricks, giving her a enough leverage to reach the top undetected. Quickly peeking over the top to make sure the coast was clear, the cloaked figure dropped down the other side, tumbling behind the nearby tree. A swift glance around her cover revealed two guards by the front entrance, and several in the yard.
    Taking a deep breath, the Hunter drew two tubes from the leather pouch strapped to her left leg, screwing them together as she eyes her target. Next, she pulled one of the thin needle from the shoulder of her carapace, slotting it into her blowgun as a new one grew in its place. Drix took aim, blowing the toxic dart into he neck of one of the guards furthest form the entrance.
    All the guard fealt, before the effects of the venom overtook him, was a little sting on his neck. Almost instantly, a strange warmth began to spread though him as his legs grew weak. He stumbled forward, arms reaching out to catch anything for support ,and finding it on his dog. The guard tied to stand, yet found that his hand stuck fast to where it had landed on the dog's side. Color drained form his face as he watched his flesh getting sucked into the dog as it began to change.
    Muscles buldged and bones cracked as the hound absorbed it's former master, almost tippling in size by the time it had fully taken in the guard. He screamed in terror as he was drawn in, his face, sliding upon the canine's skin before nestling in it's crotch. It howled, standing upon it's digigrade hind legs to proudly display the guards face, it's thick, red cock jutting from his perminanty open mouth.
    Many of the other watchmen had heard the bellow, and amlost half dropped their weapons and bolted as they saw the beast bounding after them with mad lust in its eyes. As the lust-filled creature chased down the running guards, Drix slipped from her spot and though the unguarded door.
   
    The inner halls were luxurious. Paintings hung on every wall with velvet drapes framing many of the ornate windows. But Drix wasn't here for the beauty. She was here for the filth that lay beneath. She knew that all the luxury had been gained though slave-trade, and the Hunter was here to put an end to it.
    Like the shadow of a breeze, the cloaked intruder made her way through the lavish halls, the soles of her carapace suit dampening any sound of her light footsteps. The armor she wore was her greatest tool, and she used it well. The outer plates of the greenish-black outft covered almost her entire  body like a second skin, leaving only the top half of her face exposed. Above the neck it formed a mask, like the mandables of a grasshopper, that clasped together over her mouth and nose. Notably, the carapace was actually alive, continuously producing several transformative venoms in pouches on the back. These could be drawn to any of the regenerating spikes when needed. Drix's raven hair, pulled back into a long braid, was covered by the hood of her jet cloak, pulled low over her brow to cast shadows upon her face as she hurried though the dimly lit back passages.
    The goal of her infiltration lay in the basement far beneath the mansion. The Hunter had been contracted to take care of a slaves ring known as the Snake-Fangs. Appearing as trustworthy creditors, the ring's men would arrange for 'accidents' to happen so they could collect large debts from those who borrowed form them, changing them into little more than sexual pets that could be sold off at high prices.
    All was run by Phits Frealy, the owner of the mansion Drix had snuck into. Her mission was simple: find Phits, take him out, and free any untransformed captives. It was a straight-forward assignment, and Drix had been paid handsomely to get it done.
   
    Skulking deeper into the depths of the mansion, Drix descended several flights of stars as she sped though darker and less-decorated halls. Instead of the lavish mana-bulbs that had illuminated the upper parts of the house, these corridors were lit only by torches that hung every few feet along the walls. The solemn drip of leaking water echoed off the limescale structure as the Hunter passed over rough cobblestone.
    Then, she heard it: the faint echoes of a voice further down. It sounded like a woman, begging and pleading, although actual words were lost in the darkness. As Drix crept further, the sounds became clearer, until the cloaked figure reached the end of the corridor. There stood a large iron door, slightly ajar, from which the voice emanated.
    Like a whisper, Drix peered though the crack, looking upon the scene she had been expecting. Two guards stood not too far off, their back towards the door as they watched their boss stand over the chained figure of a nude woman.
    She was in her mid twenties, with bronze hair and tear-filled sapphire eyes that stared pleadingly at her captor. Sneering with glee was Drix's target: a thin man with oily black hair and a goatee that hung to the neck of his tailored business suit.
    “Well, Marie,” he said in a cackling voice, “are you ready to pay your debts?”
    “Please!” the girl begged, “I'll get the money! Please, just a little more time!”
    “No my dear, I've given you enough time. I'm a very patient man, but as you know, thieving has it's limit's doesn't it?”
    “B...But sir! It's not my fault! Please, have mercy!”
    “Tut, tut, tut. No can do. I can't just ignore every debt I'm owed for a pair of blue eyes. No, no. no. It's bad for business. You understand that, right?”
    “Would that be the business of slavery?” asked a voice from behind the iron door.
    “Who's there?” Phits shouted as everyone spun in surprise to face the intruder. Slowly. Drix pushed the door open, stepping into the light of the room.
    “Who are you? How did you get in here? Where are my guards?” Phits demanded, taking a few steps back. His two guards glared at the slim figure, cracking their knuckles in anticipation of a fight.
    “Your guard a a little preoccupied with one of their dogs, I've made sure of that.”  Drix said, bringing both her arms down beneath her cloak. “As for how I am, I am the one who will end you.”
    “Ha! As if!” Phits cackled, “Boys! Get that freak and throw her in chains!” The guards smirked, moving towards Drix with menacing purpose. One of them lunged, making a grab for the armored woman.
Drix, simply sidestepped the big oaf, sliding a needle from each of  her carapace's wrist before avoiding the assault of the second guard. Putt off balance by the lithe woman, the second man stumbled, tripping and falling on his buddy. Both guards lay on the floor, shaking their heads and trying to untangle their limbs as a shadow stepped over them.
The Hunter stood over the men, arms coiled back and palms open as she jabbed them both with her needles. Both guards shuddered, one taking a swing at Drix, which she easily avoided, before collapsing in on themselves.
    The guards gagged, and Phits, backed against the wall, gaped in horror as he watched their bodies distort and warp. The flesh of his men shifted, pulling in on itself like deflating balloons. Fingers, toes, hands, feet, arms, and legs were all sucked into the folds of the guards clothing until that was all that could be seen.
    “Wh....what did you do to them?” Phits gasped, all color gone form his greasy visage. Not taking her eyes off her target, Drix moved over to the rags, kicking them aside unceremoniously. Two fleshy orbs bounced out of the clothes, rolling a little along the floor.
    “No! No! You...you're going to do that to me?!” Phil wheezed, squeezing his back as colse to the  wall as he could.
    “Not quite,” Drix said, slowly stepping towards him. “I have been contracted to make you 'disappear'. And that is exactly what I intend to do.”
    “No...No...NO!” Phits screamed, charging at her in a blind panic. He flailed his arms like a mad man, but Drix expertly dodged them. She spun on her heel, jabbing her target in the back as he crashed to the ground.
    “What have you done?” the man bellowed, “Why can't I move?”
    “The toxin I injected you with is a very fast-acting paralysis agent...and a primer.” Drix answered, unclasping her cloak and letting it fall to the ground.
    “What do you intend to do with me?”
    “I told you: I'm going to make you disapear.”
Slowly, like a snake casting off it's old skin, Drix began to peel off her armor, shedding each piece until she stood bare behind her target. She ben down, plucking off a pin from one of the shoulders, before striding over to the paralyzed man. The Hunter squatted down, her firm butt pressing on the back of Phit's head.
    “What's going on?” the man demanded.
    “I'm putting you someplace where no one will find you.” Drix answered, jabbing the needle straight into his flesh.

Phits screamed as a burning sensation spread though his body. He could feel his being changing, warping, pulling in on itself. His limbs shortened, drawing into his torso as even it began to collapse in on itself. He continued to scream, cursing and yelling every conceivable profanity at the woman even as his hair began to slough off. He continued to yell until his voice stopped and he couldn't feel anything but his head.
Drix stood up, and Phits felt and saw himself lift off the ground. Slowly, the former slaver saw everything move away form him as he felt himself sink into the cheeks of his captor. Despite not being able to speak, Phits kept mouthing profanities until his lips drew together into a wrinkled 'o' shape, his head sinking ever deeper into Drix. In here seconds, nothing was left of the man that had sold so many into slavery, his entire being fully absorbed into the Hunter's ass.
    “Mission complete.” Drix smirked as she sashayed over to her armor.
    Later that night, local authorities arrived on site to subdue the out-of-control transformed dog. Tipped off by an anonymous call, the officers raided the house, finding and freeing ten young women that had been held in the basement. No trace was found of the gang leader, save for his empty clothes laying on the ground next to a chained woman.
    All the while, Drix watched from a nearby spire, smirking under her carapace before leaping into the darkness, another target securely sealed within her flesh.

Payback’s a Bitch
by Ekempo5000

    “There’s no turning back now,” Emma whispered.  She could faintly see her own reflection looking back at her as she stared through the glass  before her.  Her black hair framed her face, making her blend in with the shadows of the dimly lit room.  Her circular glasses gave her an air of professionalism while her pouty lips made her alluring. Emma looked past her reflection into the occupants of the next room and let out a heavy sigh.  She would never be able to undo what came next; but then again, neither could she undo the past.  She needed to put this right, even if it meant throwing away her future.  She nodded confidently to herself, and opened the door to the next room.

    “How did we get here?”

    “What the hell are you doing you crazy bitch?!”

    “Do you know who my father is?”

    The voices assaulted Emma before she even fully stepped into the room.  Before her sat three young women of college age, tied securely to wooden chairs which were bolted to the floor.  The girls‘ shouts became a barrage of noise as their voices echoed over each other against the small room’s hard cement walls.  Their naked forms could clearly be seen in the dim light coming from the softly glowing bulbs above them.

    Emma held up a hand for silence.  One by one, the girls fell silent.  Emma waited until their echoes to faded and there was only silence, occasionally broken by heavy breathing and the occasional creak of wood as the girls continued to wrestle with their restraints.  “To answer your questions,” Emma began, “you are in the basement of my shop.  You are here because I brought you here.”  Emma looked at the girl to her left.  She was a mousy girl, thin with a small bust and modest hips. Her straight hair was the color of hazel and it reached to her shoulder blades.  Her large blue eyes stood out prominently on her face. “Rebecca,” Emma said casually.

    Emma turned her gaze to the girl seated in the middle.  “Kelly.”  The bound girl’s gaze locked with Emma’s.  She would have been pretty if it were not for the scowl she wore.  Kelly pulling harshly at the leather straps around her wrists, attempting to lung out of the chair and tackle Emma.  The action caused her C-cup breast to jiggle wildly.  This was easily her most feminine feature as the  rest of her body was toned muscle.  Her bright red hair was cut short, making her look slightly boyish.  It was well known she was the most physical and aggressive of the trio.

    “And Emily.”  The final girl sat high and proudly in her chair, as if it were a throne.  Her posture pushed her full D cup breasts out from her chest, her long blonde hair falling in waves across over them.  Her violet eyes only added to her stunning beauty. “Yes, I know who your father is.  You make it no secret that he is a very wealthy and influential man, which is exactly why you are able to get away with as much as you are.”  The blonde scoffed.  “How dare you speak to me like-“  Emma again raised her hand for silence, her gaze like daggers.  “And to answer your next question, my name is Emma.  My sister is Sarah.”

    The name echoed off the walls and hung in the air for what seemed like an eternity.  The three girls sat motionless, their blood running cold in their veins.  “Oh shit,” whispered Rebecca.  Emma looked each girl over again.  “And I suppose that would also answer the question you all had as to why you’re all here.”  Immediately, the three voices erupted again, making excuses, threats, or sobs until the echoes made the noises incomprehensible.  Emma ignored them and turned around, walking to a table below the one-way mirror she had stood behind moments earlier.  A sheet covered the length of the table, with bumps and ripple poking out under it.

    ”Enough!” she snapped.  The room fell into silence.  “Do you know what Sarah wanted to be more than anything in the world?  She wanted to be an alchemist.  Just like her big sister.”  Emma tightly grabbed the sheet and pulled it off, revealing the table to be covered completely with liquids of various colors and viscosities.  “Obviously you girls don’t know the first thing about how to properly work with these potentially dangerous mixtures, so why don’t I show you what their capable of in a master’s hands?”  The girls looked on in shock and fear, all hoping to wake up from this nightmare.  “Please,” begged Rebecca, “It was an accident! We didn’t know-”

    “Of course you didn’t know!  You were dealing with things beyond your comprehension.  But it was no accident.  You didn’t think about the consequences, and now you need to pay for your actions.”  Emma said, pulling her long hair back into a ponytail.  “Wait!  We were cleared!  It was all deemed a mistake!” shouted Emily.  “You were cleared due to your father’s influence and connections!  Sarah didn’t receive justice then, but she will now!” Emma shouted back, her voice quivering.

    Emma closed her eyes and removed her glasses.  With her free hand, she wiped away the tears and took a breath, composing herself.  Replacing her glasses, she turned back to the table, examining the various potions she had collected and began measuring and mixing them with professional accuracy.  A few minutes later, she had exactly what she wanted, placed it on a small cart and turned towards the first girl.  “Rebecca,” she said softly as she approached, “I know it wasn’t your idea.  You were only following the others, as you always did.  However, when good people do nothing, cruelty prospers.  It would have been so easy for you to open your mouth, to speak out against their actions.  But you didn‘t.  So, from now on, you’ll be opening it a lot more often.”

    Picking up a pair of thick rubber gloves off the cart, Emma slipped them on and picked up the bottle containing the concoction she had just mixed.  She poured the thick, green gel into her glove clad hand and proceeded to smear the rancid smelling solution onto Rebecca’s chest, making sure to completely cover the girl’s breasts.  She then moved her hand further up, covering the bound girl’s neck up to her jaw line and around her hair line on the back of her neck.  Taking a step back, Emma carefully removed her gloves and returned the cart next to the work table.  “It will take a few minutes for that to take effect,” Emma announced, as if talking to one of her customers.  While Emma cleaned up her work space for the next round, Jessica struggled to get her hands free, hoping to wipe the clear gel off of herself.  However, she knew she was already too late as she felt a warm tingle spread over her skin where it had been applied and watched in horror as it absorbed into her skin right before her eyes.

    Emma and the other girls watched on as Rebecca’s breasts began to grow, becoming larger and fuller until the matched the same size as Emily’s impressive pair.  Next, her neck changed, slowly stretching until it gained several additional inches in length.  The final changed saw a discolored ridge of skin form around her head, looking like a light scar trailing along her jaw and hairline where Emma had applied the gel.  The alchemist approached the newly transformed girl, and before Rebecca could ask what had been done to her, Emma reached forward and caressed one of the newly enlarged nipples on her chest.  Rebecca gave a gasp of pleasure and slighting tilter her head back, surprised by the increased sensitivity. 

    “Do you like this?” Emma asked, giving the breast a squeeze.  Rebecca gasped again, tilting her head back even more as her eyes squeezed shut.  Breathlessly, Rebecca tried to nod her head, but found her neck to be strangely stiff.  “I can’t her you,” Emma said, pinching the other nipple.  Rebecca’s head tilted all the way back, her face pointed directly up at the ceiling. “Yes!” Rebecca managed to shout.  Emma withdrew her hand and stepped back.  “Rebecca,” she said calmly, “look at me.”  Rebecca’s breathing slowed as she composed herself, the lingering pleasure from her new breasts still radiating through her body.  Slowly, she opened her eyes, still looking up at the ceiling above her.  “Look at me,” Emma repeated.  The bound girl’s head twitched and shook back and forth, but she remained looking up.  “I-I can’t!” she shouted.

    “Of course you can’t,” Emma said.  “I did not increase your breasts as a favor, it was necessary for your primary transformation,” she explained.  “P-primary transformation?” Rebecca repeated, her eyes darting back and forth trying to see her captor.  “Yes.  You see, your transformation has altered your neck, throat and chest.  This mixture utilized a penile enhancement potion as its base ingredient.”  Rebecca’s eyes opened wide “ A what?!”  Emma suppressed a laugh.  “A penile enhancement potion.  Not to brag, but it’s one of my specialties and a best seller.  Trust me, it’s quite potent.  However, I have modified it for this case.”

    Emma reached forward and placed her index finger between the girl’s new breasts.  Slowly, she ran her finger up, her fingernail gently tracing Rebecca’s throat which now had prominent veins across its length.  “See, your neck, for all intents and purposes, is now a penis.  And as such, it acts like a penis.”  Rebecca shuddered and moaned as Emma finger moved slowly up her lengthened neck, he eyes squeezing tight again.  As her finger came to Rebecca’s chin, Emma stopped her finger.  “This line across your jaw and neck is your new [ridge].”  Emma teasingly wiggled her finger, causing Rebecca to jolt and twitch in her restraints.  “Quite sensitive, isn’t it?  But, what if we try… this?”  Suddenly, Emma grabbed Rebecca by the throat, almost looking like she was chocking the girl, and moved her whole hand down the length of her extended neck and back up in one firm pump.

    Rebecca’s eyes shot open as a primal groan escaped her throat.  However, that was not all that came out.  A large glob of clear liquid erupted out of her throat and spilt out across her face.  “What… what… oh no…” she whispered, as she tasted the liquid splattered around her mouth.  “Exactly,” Emma responded.  “What good is a penis without testicles?  Or in your case, bresticles.”  Emma reached forward and gave Rebecca’s right breast a firm squeeze.  Her body lurched as another blob of pre-cum shot out of her mouth.  “Please… please…” she panted.  Emma didn’t know if Rebecca wanted her to stop or continue, but Emma already knew what she had planned to do.  Taking hold of her victim’s neck in one hand and a breast in the other, Emma began to pump and squeeze and pinch and massage.  Soon, all sound from Rebecca was cut off as her throat was full of pre-cum.  Her body was wretched with twitches and spasms as her foot long neck-dick continued to throb in pleasure.  Suddenly, her entire body tensed and locked as her hands gripped the arms of her chair.  Emma stepped several feet away and watched as Rebecca’s breasts began to twitch and large surges of cum erupted from the girl’s mouth, covering her face, chest and lap before flowing down to the ground.

    Emma looked the girl over.  Like a normal penis, Rebecca’s neck was becoming flaccid now that she had reached climax.  Also, her breasts had shrunk from D-cups to smaller B-cups.  “Now, here are a few additional details about your alteration,” Emma said to the dazed, cum-covered girl.  “Your breasts, as you have seen, now produce your semen.  They will continue to produce semen until you empty them.  As you may also have notice, your breast have currently reduced in size.  If you bring yourself to orgasm roughly once a day, you will remain at this size.  Also, your accumulation of semen will not be nearly as… messy.  However, the longer you go, the more your breasts will continue to grow.  You will also continue to get more and more sensitive until you will be unable to suppress this new bodily function.  Oh, and one other little bonus: your cum has a few surprises of its own.  I’m sure you’ll find them out later.  But for now, I suggest you get used to the idea of jacking off your neck daily.”

    “You‘re fucking insane!” Kelly shouted.  Emma turned away from Rebecca and faced her next target.  “Oh, don’t worry Kelly.  I will see you now,” she said in her professional voice while returning to her table of ingredients.  “Fuck you!  You’re nothing!  Take these damn straps off and I’ll show you!  You’re a freak, just like your sister!”  Emma paused, Kelly’s last jibe echoing around them.  She turned around and faced the redhead who had a sneer on her face.  “Yeah, that’s right,” she said in a mocking tone.

    Emma sighed.  “Ok, Kelly,” she said in a measured voice.  “We can do this the hard way.”  Emma advanced on the girl, anger in her eyes.  In her right hand was a beaker with a bubbling liquid which swirled and change colors rapidly.  As her captor approached, Kelly shut her mouth tightly, her scowl returning.  “Really?” Emma asked, in an amused tone.  “Kelly, I see this tactic all the time.  Although, it is usually employed by children instead of young adults.  Either way, there is a simple solution.”  Suddenly, Emma’s left hand shot forward and pinched Kelly’s nose, cutting of her air flow.  The redhead shook her head, attempting to dislodge Emma’s hand, but between the restraints and the alchemist’s years of experience, the hand remained.  As the seconds dragged by, Kelly began to feel lightheaded and her head movements became slow and lumbering.  Seeing her opportunity coming, Emma gently tilted the girl’s head back.  A moment later, Kelly’s mouth snapped open, taking in a deep breath.  As she did, Emma also poured in the churning concoction and slapped her right hand over Kelly’s mouth, the empty beaker clattering to the hard concrete floor.

    Kelly was forced to swallow the sweet liquid as she again lost the fight for air, gulping it down before Emma removed her hands.  Emma stepped away and returned to the worktable as Kelly looked down at herself, attempting to detect any changes.  After a few moments, Kelly grinned broadly and laughed.  “You stupid bitch!  It didn’t work!  Nothing’s happening.  Not a damn thing.  Some ‘master alchemist’ you are,” she laughed.  “Oh, Kelly,” Emma said in mock disappointment.  “I know what happened was not your idea, but it was done by your hand.  You are always the one doing the dirty work, always following orders, never thinking for yourself.  It’s what you’re best at, isn‘t it?  And now, well, you’ll be even better at it.”

    Kelly looked at Emma in silence, then started laughing.  “What the fuck are you talking about?  Nothing happened!  Your potion was a dud!”  Emma turned around, a smile on her face, and a new bottle in her hand.  A pink liquid could be seen through the clear glass, and a perfume atomizer was affixed to the top.  “No, Kelly, it just hasn’t been activated,” Emma stated as she sprayed the bound girl in the face.  Kelly spit and shook her head as the flowery mist covered her face.  “What the fuck wa… oh… was that?” Kelly ask, a slight moan escaping her.  “This?” Emma asked, holding up the bottle.  “Just a typical over the counter aphrodisiac.  One of the simplest products to make for any alchemist.  It will take about two minutes to reach full effect.”  Emma watch as Kelly’s breathing increased, her nipples hardened, and her skin flushed.  “Now, the real work of art was the first potion you drank,” Emma said happily.

    “What is wrong with you, you bitch?!” Emily shouted.  Emma ignored her and stepped in front of Kelly.  “Kelly, don’t listen to Rebecca or Emily.”  Kelly looked up into Emma’s eyes, then turned to look at Emily.  “Come on, Kelly!” Emily shouted at her underling.  “Get out of that damn chair and kick her ass!”  As she looked at Emily, Kelly’s eyes widened.  “Emily?”  The blonde rolled her eyes.  “Yes! Get up, fuck her up, and get me out of this!”  Kelly’s mouth dropped.  “Emily? Oh shit… oh shit… I can’t hear you.  The fuck?!  Rebecca!  Rebecca, say something!”  The redhead turned to the previous girl, who was still basking in the after effects of the most powerful orgasm of her life.  “Kelly,” she moaned, cum still dripping out of her mouth.  “Are you ok?”

    “What the fuck is going on?! No! Nononono!” Kelly screamed, pulling at the restraints like a mad animal.  The other girls shouted and screamed at her, trying to get a response.  As she struggled harder and harder to break free, Emma spoke a single word.  “Kelly,” she whispered.  The single word shook the panicked girl like a crack of thunder.  She turned to the alchemist, wide eyed.  “What the fuck is happening?” she shouted. 

    “You’re just doing what you’re told,” Emma said casually. “Stay where you are.”  The alchemist reached down and unbound the straps around Kelly’s wrists before kneeling down and undoing the straps around her ankles.  Crouching down in front of the confused girl, Emma was able to see Kelly was feeling the full effects as the aphrodisiac, as it appeared she was sitting in a small puddle.  Emma released the final strap around Kelly’s waist and stood before her.  Kelly looked down at herself in disbelief.  A wicked grin crossed her face, and she lunged forward. However, she did not get far as she only managed to move as far as she had while restrained.  Again the girl tried, and again, and again.  Finally, she let out a loud bellow and locked eyes with her captor.  “What in the [seven] hells did you do to me?!”

    Emma adjusted her glasses as she looked down at her latest victim.  “You have always done what Emily instructed you to do in the past, correct?  Well,  now you’ll do whatever anyone tells you to.  The first potion you drank makes you responsive to all commands you are given.  However, the potion needed a catalyst, a trigger, to activate its effects.  Such a complex mixture needs a biological response to stimulate it.  That‘s where the aphrodisiac came in.  You see, whenever you get aroused from now on, you‘ll do whatever you‘re told.”     

    Kelly scoffed.  “So, when I get horny I’m more obedient?  That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.  I’ve seen better tricks at a cheap hypnosis show. ”  Emma shook her head.  “If that was all the potion did, it would be a cheap trick. But this is alchemy, not a parlor trick.  The potion does not just make you follow physical instruction, it can reshape everything about you.”  Kelly looked at her, an expression of confusion on her face.  “Kelly, you will in no way harm me.  Now stand up.”  The redhead practically jump out of the chair.  A look of shock was on Kelly’s face as her body moved without her control.  “Now, turn around and look at Rebecca.  Tell me truthfully about what you think about her alterations.”

    Kelly’s eyes only grew wider as her mouth began to move, speaking without her control.  “I think she’s a fucking freak.  It’s disgusting what she’s been turned into, and I’m relieved that didn’t happen to me.”  Rebecca sobbed slightly, hearing the remarks.  “So, you don’t like the transformation?” Emma inquired.  “No, I think anyone who has been changed like that should stay away from decent, normal people.”  Emma smiled wickedly.  “Really?  You look at them so negatively?  Well, guess what?  Kelly, your biggest fetish, your strongest turn on now is transformation.  Any time you see or experience a transformation, you will become unbelievably horny.  Also, in order for you to embrace these new desires more easily, you are also bisexual with a strong attraction to both genders.”

    Kelly’s jaw dropped.  She turned an looked at Emma, her face filled with fear and disbelief.  The redhead returned to looking at Rebecca, and immediately her expression changed.  Pure lust and desire covered her face as she took in Rebecca’s exotic form.  “Oh, Rebecca,” she moaned, “you’re so fucking hot.”  Kelly took a step forward, but Emma held up a hand.  “Kelly, you will stay where you are and do not move.”  Kelly moaned in frustration as her feet stopped in their tracks.  “But she’s such a hot piece of ass.  I want to play with her new tits and feel her cum all over.”

    “So, you like her changes then?”  Kelly nodded emphatically, her breathing deepened as her desired built.  “Oh, fuck yeah.  Her head-cock is the hottest thing I could ever imagine.”  Emma stepped in front of the Kelly.  As she blocked the redhead’s view of Rebecca, Kelly moaned in lust and disappointment as the target of her desire was cut off from her.  “Well, Kelly, I have shown you that I can direct your body to follow commands, and your mind can also be altered just as easily.  But there is one other thing left the potion can do: shape your body. So, Kelly, do me a favor.  There is something I have wanted to say to you ever since I heard about Sarah’s incident.”  Emma leaned in, her face only inches away from Kelly’s.  “Fuck yourself.”

    Kelly’s body jolted as her eyes went wide.  Looking down, she could see her flesh shifting and moving.  To her amazement, at the top of both of her legs, her skin began to expand and blow up like a pair of balloons.  As the growths expanded, they seemed to fill with fat and press into each other.  Soon, they took on a familiar shape.  An exact copy of her own ass was now affixed to the front of her body.  “You may move,” Emma said plainly.  The alchemist walked back to her table, appearing uninterested in the spectacle occurring.  Kelly reach down and cupped her new ass, spreading the cheeks slighting to find an exact copy of her asshole between then.  Suddenly, a new stretching sensation started as flesh began to pour out of the bottom of the new butt.  Within moments, Kelly’s new legs had formed.  They were facing backwards, sharing the same direction as her new ass, but they were exact copies of her old legs.  Kelly felt a tugging sensation as her body separated along her sides up to the level of her navel.  From her bellybutton down, Kelly now had two separate pairs of hips pressed against each other.

    Kelly looked down in lust and awe.  She knew that she had become a freak, that she was being manipulated, that she should be angry and attack Emma for what she had turned her into… but it was so incredible sexy.  Kelly reached between her original set of legs and ran her finger tips along her wet pussy.  She smiled as she brought her other hand down to feel between her new set of legs.  However, her smile faded as she found nothing but a smooth patch of skin between her new additions.  As she continued to rub the her new crotch, looking for any added sexual thrill, Kelly began to feel a slight throbbing.  Second after second, the throbbing sensation grew and intensified.  The two sets of hips began to grind back and forth as the sensation built, until suddenly a penis extended between Kelly’s new set of legs.

    Kelly smiled wider than ever, her eyes filled with lust and joy as she wrapped a hand around her latest addition.  Her hands seemed to move on their own as she followed Emma’s command and inserted her new cock into her original pussy.  The two sets of hips thrust together as Kelly began to fuck herself.  The sensations of being both penetrated and thrusting her dick into a tight pussy were more than the girl could bear and she sank to the floor on two sets of knees as her hips continued to thrust together outside of her control.  Kelly’s arms waved wildly, desperately wanting to wrap around the body of her lover and pull him closer.  However, this time she was her own lover and there was nobody else to hold on to.  Seeing her plight, Emma spoke.  “Oh, Kelly.  What’s wrong?  Don’t know what to do with those hands.  Well, think back to your alchemy classes.  Specifically, recall all of those cases of alterations going wrong.  Think about the ones that seemed to be the most desirable to your newfound fetish.”  Kelly looked up, a perverse smile on her face.  “Now,” Emma announced, “I want you to experience the ones that would serve you best now.”

    Kelly’s entire body twitched as it began to undergo a new series of changes.  First, her hands shot to her breasts and began to pinch and pull on her nipples which were quickly growing.  Soon, her hands were pumping the new pair of cocks her nipples had become.  Kelly’s screams of passion were suddenly muted as her lips pulled tight and stretched to her nose, becoming a tight pussy in the middle of her face.  A long tongue slithered out and flicked at the clit her nose had become.  Below her arms, the familiar sensation of stretching accompanied the growing of a new set of arms.  Each new hand immediately flew to one of her humping asses and began to finger the asshole they found or play with one of the new nipples which had grown on each ass cheek.  Kelly had become a freak, a creature of sexual impulses who acted only upon the whims of others.  And she was loving every second.

    “Well,” Emma said pleasantly, “I would imagine that will keep her occupied for some time.”  Emily stared at her tormenter, distain filling her violet eyes.  “So, she’s going to just keep humping away at herself forever?”  Emma looked at the sexual creature on the floor in front of the empty middle chair.  “No, she will stay that way until she’s told otherwise.  All commands are reversible.  She could be returned to normal, in both mind and body.  Unfortunately, she cannot hear you two to take commands, and what are the chances of someone passing up the ultimate sexual plaything?”

    “And you say we’re the bad ones,” Emily chided.  “I never said these action were not extreme,” Emma responded calmly, “but you must face the consequences for your actions.”  Anger flashed over the blonde’s face.  “It was an ACCIDENT!”  Emma scowled at the bound girl.  “No, it wasn’t!  I know exactly what happened!  Your professor is a former colleague of mine.  He informed me of EXACTLY what happen!  The story your father had covered up!  My sister was the head of the class, perfect grades and an ideal student.  You did not like being upstaged, especially by someone of lower standing than you.  So, you hatched a plan.  You waited until you were all experimenting with unstable compounds, and Rebecca just looked on as you handed a full tray of alchemic ingredients to Kelly who just happened to ‘trip’ as she walked by Sarah, and spilt them all on her.  You did not contemplate the consequences of your actions.  You didn’t care what would happen to her.  And what was it you said after?  ‘I always wondered what that would do.’”

    Emily scoffed, her arrogance and air of superiority never wavering.  “Ok, fine.  It wasn’t an accident.  It was just a prank.  The university cleared us, and if you keep going, you will face worse consequences than we ever could have.  You have already messed up Rebecca and Kelly.  That’s two wrongs compared to the one we did.  You don’t need to do anything to me.  You let me go, and I promise my father will clear this up too.  Nobody will care what happened to them, and both you and I can go on our way.”

    Emma looked down at the smiling blonde who was absolutely sure of herself.  The wet slapping of Kelly still pounding into herself was the only noise to echo through the dimly lit room as Emma and Emily’s gazes remained locked.  Finally, Emma spoke.  “Your father isn’t here to help you.”  Emily’s eye went wide in shock.  “WHAT?!  You bitch!  You’re throwing away the last chance you had to walkout of here!  You will be hunted for the rest of your life!  You will never be safe!  My father will make sure of it!  LET ME GO!”  Emma crossed her arms.  “I am prepared to face my fate.  However, I will make sure my sister receives justice.  And now it’s time for your punishment.”

    Emily’s composure was gone, her violet eyes were filled with fear and her body was trembling as Emma turned away from her.  However, instead of walking to the table, Emma crossed the room, walking past Kelly on the floor, and approached Rebecca.  “Rebecca,” she said calmly.  The girl recoiled slightly, fearing another potion may be smeared on her.  “I have only one more thing I need from you,”  Emma said.  “Pick a number.”

    “Wha… what?” the bound girl asked.  She looked up at Emma, her penis-neck now soft enough to grant her free movement.  The neck seemed to have returned to its normal length, but the skin was loose.  “Pick a number,” Emma repeated.  Rebecca blinked and looked up at her.  “Um… t-twelve?” she offered, unsure of what was going on.  “Thank you,” Emma said before stepping away.

    “Remember what you said, Emily?  ‘I always wondered what that would do.’  I must admit, it is intriguing to find out what would happen if a random selection of ingredients were just thrown together.  No careful selection, no precise measurement, just completely random.  I can think of no better punishment for you.”  The final girl’s jaw dropped, panicked gasps escaped her throat.  “Kelly,” Emma called, ignoring the girl’s reaction.  “Stand up and come here, but by all means, continue to enjoy yourself.”  The redhead rose off the floor, her hips continuing to slap together and her hands never stopped pumping and groping as she shuffled next to Emma.  An her eyes were glazed over with lust and pleasure, leaving her looking vacant of all rational thought.

    “Sorry to pull you away from your fun, but I need you to help me with one simple task.  Go to my worktable, grab twelve random ingredients, and apply them to Emily.”  Without a single moment’s pause, Kelly moved over to the worktable, her hips continuing to pump together.  Her lower set of arms pulled away from her asses and flew across the table, grabbing random amounts of liquids and powders and mixing them in a giant jug.  The rancid smelling concoction glowed orange and occasionally emitted a spark as the unstable alchemic reaction inside churned and shifted.

    Emily watching in horror as her previous flunky turned towards her and began to shuffle her way like some sort of perverted zombie, the unstable potion held in her arms.  “Kelly!  Kelly, stop!  I need you to hear me!  Hear my voice!  Stop what you’re doing!  Dump that shit on her!  Hell, dump it on yourself!  Kelly!  Don’t dump it on MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” she screamed as the redhead unceremoniously dumped the entire contents of the container onto the blonde.

    “Thank you, Kelly.  Go back to what you were doing,” Emma said, never taking her eyes off of Emily.  Kelly again returned to the floor in front of her chair, giving Emma an unobstructed view.  Emma noticed the concoction had actually melted away the restraints holding Emily in place, something which the seated girl seem oblivious to.  The girl was soaked head to toe, the orange liquid quickly seeping into her skin or evaporating on the floor.  Emma looked back to the table and saw a collection of empty containers.  She was trying to calculate what possible changes such a combination would have made, but without knowing what order or quantities of each had be put into Kelly’s selection, it was impossible to even venture a guess.

    Emma was pulled back to the situation at hand when she heard shuffle behind her.  Turning back towards the third chair, she saw that Emily had slipped out of the chair and was kneeling on the ground.  Other than her soaking wet hair, no sign of the potion remained.  The blonde carefully reached up and grabbed on to the arm of the chair, using it to help pull herself up.  As she stood up, Emma looked her over, attempting to identify any possible changes.  The girl turned and looked at her, a look of disbelief and apprehension on her face.  “Well, Emily, it looks like you might have lucked out.  Perhaps Kelly’s selection was a  dud.  How do you feel?”

    Emily actually mustered a slight smile as she looked past her wet locks.  She opened her mouth, but suddenly paused.  She looked down at her body and looked back up to meet Emma’s gaze, a pleading look on her face.  She never had the chance to say anything ever again as a series of tremors shook through her.  Emily’s entire body shook and twitched for several moments before she suddenly stopped, frozen in place.  Emma watched on as Emily’s breasts rapidly expanded from their D-cup size to F-cups.  Underneath the original pair, a second pair of breast grew, matching the size of the breasts above them.  Soon another, then another, and then another pair of breast began to grow all over Emily’s body.  Her arms and legs began to retract into her body, her hands and feet puffing up and becoming breasts themselves to join the rest.  It was about the time Emily’s hair was starting to drop off in clumps that Emma noticed a second change.  All of the nipples began to twitch and move, as if something were underneath them. 

    After the last of Emily’s golden hair had fallen off, her head began to bubble and expand as breasts continued to grow.  Soon, her lips pursed together and sealed shut, becoming another nipple and the skin under it began to balloon out into another breast.  By this point, even her head had lost definition, being absorbed mostly into her new form.  The last resemblance of the old Emily were her dazzling violet eyes.  However, as she blinked and looked about her, trying to make sense of what was happening, her eye lids began to bulge and change in color, becoming nipples.  And with that,  the final flat area on her body puffed up and formed into soft tit-flesh.

    Emma stepped forward and approached what was left of the former girl.  Her new body was a little higher than her knee, and was nothing but a tightly bunched group of breasts.  It almost looked like a raspberry, where each bump was a breast, each identical in everyway, each capped of with a single nipple.  Emma looked down at the two breasts which were the last to change, the one which had been where Emily’s eyes had been.  If she had not been watching, it would be impossible to know what part of the collection of boobs had been which part of the former girl.

    As Emma looked on, the nipples continued to twitch and move.  Slowly, the two nipples which had formed over Emily’s eye lifted up, revealing her violet eyes.  Emma jumped back in shock as all of the other breasts followed, each nipple lifting up to reveal an eyeball underneath.  Emma composed herself and moved forward, walking around the tit-ball.  The nipple-eyelids were all open, a collection of eyeballs following her as she moved around the form.  Eventually, she kneeled down in front of the shape.  “Emily, can you hear me?  Blink twice if you understand me.”  All of the nipple-lids closed and opened twice.  “Can you speak?”  Moments went by with no sound coming from the bunch of breasts.  “Can you move?  One blink for yes, two for no.”  The breasts blinked twice.  “Do you know what’s happened to you?”  Two blinks.  Emma walked to the work table and cleared her cart, wheeling it next to Emily.  Worried about potential lingering contamination, Emma picked the transformed girl up with a fresh pair of gloves.  As she did, she inspected Emily‘s new form.  The underside of her body appeared to be nothing but more breasts.  There was no sign of her vagina or anus.  In fact, it was almost impossible to tell which way was up for her, if she even had a real up anymore at all.  Placing Emily on the cart, she wheeled her to the front of the room so she was directing in front of the one-way mirror.  Upon seeing her new body, all of Emily’s eyes went wide, darting back all across her body as they filled with tears.

    “Well, Emily, this is your punishment.  You have tormented and manipulated people.  You have destroyed lives, just because you wanted to see what would happen.  Now, that’s all you can do.  You will not be able to do anything to anyone ever again, even yourself, except sit back and see what happens.”  The tears were running freely now, and Emma knew that if Emily still had a voice, she would be wailing. 

    Emma stepped away from the cart, leaving the breast-girl to witness what had become of her.  She gazed across the room, taking in the results of her work.  Rebecca sat quiet in her chair, afraid to make eye contact, her cum dried on her skin.  Kelly was still pleasuring herself, this time fingering her face-pussy and positioning her duel hips in such a way that she was fucking herself in the ass.  And finally Emily, who was looking at herself, Emma, Rebecca, and Kelly all at the same time.  Emma took a deep breath and stepped towards the room’s single door.  “Kelly, you will continue to fuck yourself until you have reached fifty orgasms. After that, you will release Rebecca and then return to pleasuring yourself.”  The redhead did not skip a beat or make any indication that she had heard her new instructions, but Emma new she would follow them.  Once Rebecca was free, she would get help for the other two.  Emma knew Emily had told the truth, that her father would never stop hunting her.  That meant she had only a fifty orgasm head start to leave town.

    Emma opened the door and stepped into the supply room of her shop’s basement.  She checked to make sure the door was not locked.  She did not want to keep the girls trapped here.  After all, they were now prisoners of the own bodies.  She crossed the room, grabbing ingredients and potions as she passed which would be useful on her travels.  It was going to be a dangerous path for her.  She ascended the staircase and emerged in the darkness of her shop.  It was early morning and the town was asleep.  Ideal conditions for a getaway.

    Emma stepped into her office and flipped on the light.  She placed the last necessities into her waiting backpack and was grabbing her coat when she heard the soft pitter patter of feet behind her.  She turned around and looked down.  “Oh, Sarah,” she whispered, her voice quivering.  Emma kneeled down and looked at her sister.  She had jet black hair, the same a Emma, but she had two floppy ears poking out from it.  Her nose was black and prominent, as were her canine teeth and the long tongue hanging out of her mouth.  Her body was small and stretched out, her feet ending in paws, and a tail happily waging behind her.  “BARK!” she exclaimed happily upon seeing Emma.

    This was the result of Emily’s prank.  Her sister had been transformed into part human, part dog.  More specifically, a [wiener dog].  Her body was hairless, like a human, but it was long, thin, and tiny like the dog breed she had become.  Sarah squatted down and lifted a hind leg, using her long tongue to lick the sheath which now hung under her body.  Her canine penis slid out and moved between her breasts which had gone mostly unchanged from the incident, leaving her front heavy and constantly dragging them across the floor.  However, the worst part of the transformation was what had happened to her mind.  Her personality and intelligence were lost, replace with those of a simple dog.  In Sarah’s eyes, Emma was more an owner than a sister.  Everything Emma had tried to reverse the effects of her transformation had failed.  Her sister was lost.

    “Oh, Sarah,” Emma repeated, sobbing into her hands.  The dog-girl came closer and nuzzled her, trying to comfort her.  Emma picked her up and held Sarah close to her chest, scratching her behind the ear the way she now liked.  Emma sniffled and wiped a tear away. 

    “They turned you into a dog.  It’s only fitting that payback was a bitch.”