Topic: Drugs 6
Tags: Female to Male, Multiple Transformations, Public Humiliation, Extreme Changes, Immobility, Plant-like Form, CTF, Dehumanisation, Sex, Tentacles, Lots of Cocks
Here is an unfinished draft of what had originally been Drugs No 5.
I still don't know how to continue from here. I am reluctant to go with a incestous romane again but not sure how to end the story in a good way otherwise. Suggestions are welcome.
In the summer of 2506 a bizarre series of self-inflicted transformations occurred in the small town of Jizza. Even years later imperial authorities couldn't determine the reasons for this bizarre phenomenon. Almost only women had been affected and decided to undergo unusually extreme alterations, even though relatives attested that they never showed any such interests before.
The most popular and persistent theory today is that a mind-altering drug had been released in the groundwater which somehow subtly planted those cravings into the women of the town without even being aware of it. Despite numerous tests, no such substance has ever been identified, though. Since no other possible cause has been found and because of alleged cases of women outside Jizza unexpectedly having undergone transformations after having drunk imported water from the town, some scholars have pointed out the possibility that the substance is too diluted to be detected but yet strong enough to have an effect on people.
While the local alchemist guild had been suspected of intentionally contaminating the groundwater for financial gains, no evidence has ever been found, nor sign of any other culprit.
A few months after the first transformations, the phenomenon showed its second face. Most transformed women noticed changes in their personalities and a strange desire to be no longer female. Most explained it with an urge to complete their transition into someone new and thus further altered their bodies to be completely male, also changing their registered sex accordingly.
Today Jizza is more or less running normally again, although approx. 98% of all adult women in the town have been affected and undergone transformations into beings commonly compared to creatures from Karma's Realm or the women from Freya's domain. More than 90% of these transformees have also gone so far as to make themselves purely male. Logically there has been a large-scale social impact: Families broke apart while others grew closer together (sometimes literally). The hospitals hired dozens of psychiatrists (mostly to help the transformees' relatives) and social therapists. Due to many transformation related disabilities, Regena has expanded its presence in Jizza, too, and provides support for all women (or former women) that cannot care for themselves anymore and have no relatives to do so. Strangely all of them are content with their choices and do not think that they may have been caused by an exterior source.
The phenomenon is not considered over yet and authorities warn any non-locals from drinking the local water, just in case the theory turns out to be true. Not even 5% of the women entering the town leave it as normal humans again or as females.
While the phenomenon had so far been considered to only affect women, recent studies have proven that men are indeed affected, too, but in a more subtle way. Local government officials noticed that the divorce-rate in the town hadn't changed at all since 2506, in fact it has even slightly decreased. Considering the intense alterations of nearly every woman in town, this is a massive statistical anomaly. Despite romantic believes, usually two thirds of all marriages where one partner underwent an unexpected transformation of get divorced.
Further investigations revealed that while the phenomenon makes women want to be transformed, it causes men to feel sexually attracted to transformees, especially heavily modified ones. It also alters the individual's sex-drive to a bisexual nature, which explains while so surprisingly few of the questioned men had a problem with the complete gender-change of their once-female spouses.
There are also a few reported cases by now of men forcefully transforming their female partners against their will. Usually these women were either not yet affected by the phenomenon or the men acted out of a desire to control the outcome.
“You want me to do what?”
Gloria Constein couldn't believe what her own son had just asked of her.
“I...I just mean it would be cool to see you transformed in some way,” her son Samuel replied, blushing heavily. “You....could consider it my birthday present?”
Samuel knew that this was an embarrassingly odd question. Not just that. It was also one that could changed the relationship to his mother for a long time. Depending on her reaction in a very negative way. The now-18 year old student didn't know exactly where this idea had come from. After seeing many of his female friends and classmates get themselves transformed in bizarre ways, his thoughts had drifted more and more to what it would be like to see his own mother do the same. He didn't even know exactly why. He didn't feel sexually attracted to his mother. In fact he was dating a classmate called Keira, yet it was quite arousing in a weird way. While at first only a curious idea, the thought had become so intense that he could no longer hold it back. Although doing so on his 18th birthday might have been either the best or the worst timing.
Sam kept quite for now, allowing his mother to catch her breath and process his shocking wish. Even though he felt no sexual attraction, he couldn't deny that his mother was rather good looking. Just 40 years of age, she was of a voluptuous built, not chubby but with wide hips and large d-cup breasts. In contrast her face was rather slender with high cheekbones, framed by red-brown locks. Yet he wished he could see all that change into something gross.
To his surprise his mother's expression suddenly turned from shocked to thoughtful. She was seriously contemplating his wish. Sam didn't try to get his hopes up but then she looked at him with a mirthful smirk. One he had never seen on her face before.
“Alright. I'll do it,” she said.
Apparently Sam's jaw must have dropped because she giggled seeing his reaction.
“I must admit I was contemplating to get a little bit modified anyway for some time. So..if it makes you happy. Why not?”
For a moment Sam realized how bizarre the whole situation was. Not only that he wanted to see his own mother get transformed so much that he actually asked for it but also that she agreed to it so easily. Rationally he knew that this was wrong on several levels but the thought was quickly swept away by pure joy and the excitement to see his wish come true.
“Awesome,” he replied with a wide smile. “Would you mind if I chose the result?”
Two weeks had passed by since their unusual conversation. Their initial doubts had vanished. The common excitement for what was about to happen had united mother and son more than ever before in a bizarre fashion. It was a common interested they had discovered to share, even if only very recently. Beyond discussing the possible outcomes of Gloria's transformation, they had also started watching TF-related shows together and visit TF-clubs which seemed to become more and more popular in town for some reason. They had even grown unashamed enough to watch TF-related porn together.
Despite their in detail discussions about possible modifications for Gloria, Sam had kept his plan for her eventual form secret. It was meant to be a surprise but now the time had come. They had chosen a large alchemical workshop to do the transformation. It had a good reputation and was specialized in radical alterations.
Mother and son were standing in one of the workshop's chambers. It was a sterile open space with enough room for the patient to change. The alchemist was standing at a nearby workbench, making the final preparations .
“You're sure about this, mom?” Sam asked. He felt it necessary to ask but hoped she'd not change her mind.
“No, I trust in your choice,” his mother answered. She was dressed in large t-shirt she had borrowed from her son. It was all she wore but it was big enough to cover most of her body, almost resembling a hospital gown. She had made it very clear she would not get naked, too embarrassed go nude in front of her son. Samuel's had been about to protest but then relented, his mother had always been rather shy and he was more interested in the outcome anyway. He had no massive desire to see his mother nude as she was now.
“It is ready,” the elderly alchemist said, handing the potion-vial over to Gloria. “Just drink and the changes should occur immediately.”
Gloria nodded and gave her son a final smile before gulping down the glowing substance. True to the alchemist's word, her body began to change immediately. Primarily it shrunk into the shirt. Her arms vanished into the sleeves while her legs shortened to the point where they were hidden behind the cloth themselves. The odd movements underneath the cover hinted at more changes happening but the only visible process was that of Gloria's head. She only had a change to voice a surprised gasp before her skull seemed to implode into itself. Her hair fell out while her facial features disappeared in the twisting flesh, with only one exception. Her right eye stayed completely unchanged, left at the centre of a spiral of twisting flesh, a literal eye of the storm. Eventually her eye was the only thing left of her head, set within a ball of flesh barely big enough to hose it. Below the eyeball Gloria's neck had contracted and elongated into nothing more than a flexible stalk. In the meantime her skin colour had darkened into a bright, unnatural magenta, bordering on pink.
A few moments later the transformation finally ended. Gloria's new body was entirely hidden beneath her son's shirt but it was obvious that she was now barely larger than a basketball. Her singular eyeball was moving around in a curious manner, baffled by the new perspective from so low. Samuel stepped towards her and was just about to lift up the shirt to reveal his mother's new form.
“No, you won't!,” Gloria's voice came from beneath the shirt, stopping Samuel in his track. She trailed of, her eye widening in surprise. “How did I speak? I got no mouth.”
Samuel smiled, “You'd know if you got a better look at yourself.”
His mother focused back on him. “I will but I am still not going to go around naked.”
She turned her “head” towards the alchemist standing nearby. “Mr Xava, I got a variety of clothes in my bag over there. Would you mind assisting me. And you, Samuel, wait for me in the waiting room.”
Her voice left no room for discussion. A little bit disappointed Sam left the room. He'd have to help his mother getting used to the reality of her new form.
After about fifteen minutes the door of the workroom finally opened. Samuel immediately turned around but it was the alchemist stepping out. However, the man held the door open, allowing Gloria to come through and giving Samuel a first good look at her new body.
Her body was little more than a ball of flesh, however it was supported by a trio of legs, rather than the usual two. They were arranged equally around her spherical body. Humanoid in form, they were short and chubby. Her feet on the other hand were massive, at least twice as long and twice as wide as they had been before, appearing even larger due to her reduced frame. Furthermore each foot had only two fat toes and a cartoonishly symmetric form, befitting the rest of her odd body.
Samuel knew what was between each pair of legs but couldn’t actually see it, for his mother had put on a trio of underpants in order to keep her modesty. It was an awkward arrangement but it did its job, all Sam got to see were three barely contained bulges. With some amusement he noticed that two of the three pants were his. His mother must have anticipated a change of such a kind. With the singular eyeball growing from the centre of her body and her bright skin colour she looked like some otherwordly creature, making the pants look even more out of place on her.
She had visible trouble shuffling along, still unused to her odd configuration of limbs. Her son noticed some kind of glistening trail behind her as she moved towards him. He had almost forgotten, despite the wet sheen on her skin. She was going to produce slime like a slug or frog. Right now it looked like little more than sweat but soon she would produce far more copious amounts. He also noticed the wet spots forming at the centre of each pant.
“What do you think?” Gloria asked her son in an almost demure kind of tone. She appeared quite embarrassed about her new body.
“You like great,” Sam replied truthfully. He couldn't say why but he was thrilled by seeing his mother now as such a weird creature.
“Really? This still feels so awkward. Let's go home. I need some rest.”
Samuel didn't protest. The transformation must have been quite an ordeal. Her first time in public might be quite interesting.
Gloria got used to moving with three legs surprisingly quickly. Her initial shuffling had turned into a rather confident, if odd, walk even before they had reached the subway station. Samuel doubted that she had actually noticed it herself, he could tell from her nervous glances that she too much focused on how people might react to her new form.
Her anxiety seemed to increase even more once they were on the train. Ironically there was not that much reason for it though. Nobody was paying them any attention, aside from a few curious glances. By now there were so many transformees in Jizza, that most people didn't care anymore. In fact a few passengers in the compartment were transformees themselves.
On the other hand Sam's mother seemed to have some issues with the very thing that was covering her naughty bits. She was twisting awkwardly on her seat. The way the pants were stretched across her three legs made it impossible to comfortably lower her body down.
“Ah, this just doesn't work, darn,” she complained while still trying to somehow find a position that was comfortable.
“Why don't you just remove these,” Samuel suggested, pointing at the overstretched pants. “I bet you would have a lot less trouble without them.”
Gloria's single eye widened in shock at the suggestion. “I cannot do that. Not here.”
Sam sighed. “Many transformees are nude in public. Nobody cares. Do you see any with pants here?”
He discreetly pointed at the nearest transformee. It looked like a large chubby crocodile man, his enlarged penis was free for everybody to see. Another one looked like a monkey with a penis for a head, it was sitting with its legs spread wide, revealing a vagina twice as large as normal.
“I don't know,” his mother retorted weakly. She was reluctant but his arguments were sound.
“The sooner you get used to it, the easier its gonna be for you,” Sam replied with a smile. He was carefully pulling at one of her pants, just to edge her on.
“Alright, alright,” she finally gave in. “Can you lend me a hand? I don't think I am good enough yet to do this with my feet.”
Her son didn't mind at all. Sam carefully removed the pants one after the other, until his new mother was entirely nude. For the first he got a good look at her new genitalia, or “his” genitalia from a biological point of view. She had three impressive penises with suitable balls, located in the gaps between her legs. Each one was five inches long flaccid but three inches thick, the glans hidden behind a thick foreskin. Her testicles were the size of eggs, tugged away in an extremely wrinkly scrotum. Sam knew that his mother was entirely male now, hidden beneath her body, right at the centre of her underside was only an anus. He noticed that each penis was leaking thick drops of pre-cum, despite being flaccid. It had been part of the changes he had chosen, constant production of pre-cum to mix with the slime from her skin.
With the pants gone, Gloria finally manage to fold her three legs together in a manner that allowed her to sit comfortably. In she gave a sigh of relief. Her anxiety quickly returned though, guessing by the nervous movements of her singular eyeball. Samuel noticed with amusement how her legs twitched now and then as if to cover up her genitalia. It would take her some time to get used to public nudity. His eyes widened though in surprise, when her penises suddenly start to swell. Slowly they began to rise until they were fully erect, the stream of pre-cum intensifying at the same time. Each dick was easily a foot long. Funny enough, still nobody in the train gave her any attention. Gloria, however, began to panic as her genitalia showed a life of their own.
“Oh...oh...that won't do,” she stammered. “How do I stop this?”
Samuel smirked at seeing wriggling like this. Her embarrassment was kind of...cute. He could swear that the skin around her eyeball was blushing.
“There is nothing you can do,” he replied. “You got three times the libido of a normal man. Whatever triggered them, they won't go down by themselves for a while.”
His mother squirmed in her seat some more.
“See, nobody cares. Just relax.”
Gloria gave her best but couldn't manage to hide her embarrassment. All the while her penises stayed perfectly erect and leaking cum all over her seat. It wasn't until they had almost reached their house when they started to soften again.