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Yes, the tranformation is bizarre and totally unexpected. That' s how it should be!


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Have to echo the sentiments of everyone else and say that I loved Taylor and Molly's TF!


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I always enjoy a good pussy-snail TF. Did you also recently replay Capture of Diana?


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Thanks everyone, I'm glad everyone likes it. I came up with the tf and wrote the whole story around it.


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Oho!  Good one!


Re: Country House

Chapter Four

When I came back to my senses this time, I simply felt amazing.

I blinked my eye. My head was laying on the cold floor of the conservatory, neck stretched out bonelessly limp. My cheek was resting in the still warm puddle of our spunk. I blinked again and focused. There, laying on the floor opposite me was Taylor's face, cyclopean eye watching me, a wide grin glowing on her face. I blushed and grinned nervously back.

Taylor peeled her face off the floor, leaned over to give me a peck on the cheek, smiled again, and then looked around. "Come on Molly, we still have to find your aunt..."

Sheepishly I lifted my own face off the floor, and together we began to pull ourselves along the floor, pushing ourselves finally into the centre of the conservatory. I think we didn't notice anything wrong because we didn't have noses and couldn't smell the salty tang of dcum or the floral cunty pollen which no doubt filled the room. But, in all honesty, it might have been negligence on our part as we spent the trip savouring the feeling of our massive pussy sliding along the floor and throwing shy little grins and glances at one another. Regardless, we simply didn't notice the little movements or the odd configurations of the botanical life until we saw what had happened to Aunt Janice.

I recall us both gasping when we finally spotted Aunt Janice: rooted in the heart of the garden was an obscene fusion of plant and woman. Instead of a head and neck, the creature's shoulders opened into a massive blossom of pink-red labial petals and a long phallic stamen what was coated in fuzzy yellow, pollenous pre. Below her flower, Aunt Janice's torso was green and fibrous looking, her shoulders smooth and armless and her legs fused into a stalk that was clearly rooted into the earth below. Her once small, studiously hidden breasts had swollen to large, spherical tits whose nipples leaked a steady drip of syrupy sap that dribbled down her body and stem. Where it touched the ground small, brightly coloured flowers grew and thrived. Her vagina had survived the fusion of her legs, becoming more vertical, and oddly puckered... resembling a sphincter.

I glanced at Taylor and she nodded, in a matter-of-fact way, once again all business. I took strength from that, and gathered my courage and cleared my throat. I wasn't sure if Aunt Janice could still sense sound or whether she retained enough of a mind to understand human speech. "Aunt Janice...."

Her flower twisted to face us, like a sunflower chasing the light. Plants rustled, and vines writhed around the garden.

"Molly," Taylor said with a little wonder, "look! Your aunt isn't just this plant-torso, she's the entire garden." I looked around and could tell Taylor was right. The entire garden had been transformed. All of the flowers had acquired genital aspects: pink labial petals in a dozen configurations with dick stamen quivering, or hanging clusters of blossoms resembling clits peaking out of clitoral hoods. Trees whose bark had become the same fibrous green as Aunt Janice's torso with leaves that writhed and twitched and which were heavy with phallic fruit. Long vines that ran along trestles and climbed trees and which hung with breasts that dribbled more nurturing sap. And smaller, nimble vine fronds that coiled and shook along the floor which ended with blunt penis glans shaped tips, but which I saw could flare open into a five-pointed, star shaped cunt orifice. I was speechless at the scope and size of Aunt Janice's transformation and new form.

I snapped back to myself as I felt a vine-tentacle-genital frond brush the stump of my truncated leg and wind itself along it's length. I whimpered as the vine caressed my thigh, and press gently against my petite, human labia. I began to pant, nervous and horny. I blushed realizing how much I wanted the vine inside of me, inside of us. I felt my pussy grow wet and open. "Taylor..."

And then suddenly more vines were upon us, wrapping our four arms, draped over our waist, our legs and necks. We struggled, but that only caused the vines to tighten. We were helplessly mired.

And then the first vine pressed gently, but relentlessly into my original pussy causing Taylor and I to cry out in pleasure. Other vines slithered out of the foliage to join in. A collection of vines slid inside of our giant ground cunt, massaging our cavernous interior. Other vines reared up over our "back", peeled open their cunt-orifices and and wrapped themselves around our six tit-cocks. One vine forced itself into Taylors mouth, who mumbled happily and began to greedily suck on it. I moaned and writhed at the combined feeling of penetration and being penetrated. Our cock-ram pushed itself out of its sheath, bobbing with our pulse. I gasped and screeched and we bucked in our bonds until I felt our cunts spasm in orgasm and our cocks erupt. Our ram-cock released another shower of cum. I hung exhausted in our cradle of vines.

Aunt Janice, meanwhile seemed to reach her own climax, her vines writhing wildly and her penis-stamen erupting in a gout of brilliant yellow pollen-spunk. Vines swung out and scooped up some pollen-spunk as well as some of our own puddle of sperm and delivered the two kinds of cum to Aunt Janice's central blossom, penetrating deep into her face pussy. Aunt Janice writhed in apparent pleasure at the sensation.

Captive, Taylor and I could do nothing but watch as Aunt Janice’s abdomen gradually swelled while the sap dripping from her nipples became a stream. Her bulging, pregnant looking stomach clenched, and her original vagina spewed a cascade of fluid. The sphincter like vaginal opening dilated and a fist-sized bulb was expelled at the end of a slender, pink vine-tentacle that snaked out of her vagina. The tip of the bulb had a barbed, sharp spine that the tentacle pointed directly at me. Other tentacles rose up and, vice-like, pinned my head in position while the bulb-tentacle lunged at me. "Molly!" cried Taylor in fear.

And suddenly my scalp, just above my right ear, was punctured by a sharp pain. I was paralyzed with fear as I felt tentacles burrow out from the bulb under my skin, under my scalp, cheek, and neck. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the pink tentacle detach from the bulb and wither, leaving the bulb rooted in the side of my head. I whimpered in fear as the foreign object drilled into my skull.

Aunt Janice's tentacles released us and crept away. Taylor, freed, swung her face around too examine the bulb closely, while I brought a hand up to touch it. No sooner did my finger brush the bulb than I felt (!) it split open and unfurl it's contents. Taylor's eye widened in surprise, and I saw reflected in her pupil that the bulb had opened to reveal a labia-petalled pussy-flower with a dick-stamen was growing out of my head. Taylor examined it closely and snaked out her long tongue to give it a lick. We both gasped at the sexual sensation.

"It tastes sweet and salty," Taylor announced. "And it is beautiful. It suits you." She smiled. I blushed in pleasure. "But now isn't the time. Molly, we have to find who is doing this and stop them before anyone else is changed like your Aunt... like us."

"You're right," I replied, "but what can we do about it? I'm not sure we will be much use in an investigation or a pursuit."

Taylor grinned. "Ah, my dear Molly, I think I know just who did this."

"You do!?"

"Yes, and we have to go to tell your father!"


With Aunt Janice seemingly sated, we managed to slowly slither ourselves out from the embrace of the garden. It took some considerable effort to navigate the house, particularly stairs, but we eventually managed to drag/glide ourselves to my father’s study. Taylor gave me a glance that said follow my lead and we pushed the door open. Taylor, using all of our arms gave us a great heave and sent us gliding into the office.

My father started in surprise and stood, a look of shock on his face. "Molly...."

"I know it was you!" Boomed Taylor. "I know you did this Mr. Rycroft!"

I gasped and so did my father.

Taylor continued. "You're a transformation fetishist, aren't you Mr. Rycroft? You talked your wife into taking an extreme transformation and that satisfied your needs for a while, but lately you've felt your need growing. And then you found out your lover Annikah was planning to run off with her friend Candy, so you decided to transform them to fuel your fetish and keep them here as your dependent lovers!"

My father stammered.

"And then there was your sister-in-law, who clearly blames you for what happened to your wife and doesn't approve of your perversions. She has been a thorn in your side for years. It was a simple thing to transform her too, to make her into an inarticulate garden of love to please you and no longer get in your way!" Taylor gestured at our body with her hands and fondled our giant front breasts. "You just didn't expect their to be collateral damage, did you Mr. Rycroft?" She purred. "Do you like what you see?" Taylor swung her neck over and licked my cheek, all the while watching my father with her eye.

My father looked at us in mute horror but also... and it sickened me a little to recognize it, a certain amount of lust. Maybe he was guilty, maybe my father was a rampant transformist. Maybe we had been transformed as part of some sick, incestuous fantasy. Tears beaded in my eye as I felt a deep and distinct sense of betrayal.

"How could you!?" I shrieked.

My father, tears in his own eyes, looked at us and tried to speak...

But then loyal Bentley, the butler burst into the room. "Sir!" he cried, "You better come quick! Something has happened to Hayley! She's been transformed!"



Re: Country House

Another amazing chapter. Can't wait for more.


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The bulb in her head was a little much for me, but I like how it's turning out

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Nice job with the new chapter!

Here's my interpretation of Taylor and Molly:


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That's so delicously weird!


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Wow. I wasn't sure how a realistic morph of their form would look, but you did a great job smile


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My original interpretation is quite a bit different, but that's because I'm rooted more toward traditional anthropomorphics in design. But thinking about it, your's is the closer interpretation. The ram-cock is only supposed to be the size of a thigh, but the larger size in your pic makes the neck-wrapping a lot more viable.

My favorite TF takeaway here is the backwards-facing torso that is forced to remain spread-eagle. I can already see it in taur TFs, where the back of the upper half has one of them, allowing riders more "entertainment options".

Hell, just the forced spread-eagle legs by themselves inspires a lot. Take your regular naga with upper human half and bottom snake half, then tack on the forced spread-eagle legs that expose the pussy. Super hot. If it were up to me, I would make the change that you could close the legs, but there would also be a mental TF involved so that doing so would make you quickly aroused to the point where nothing else mattered but sex.


Re: Country House

Chapter 5

My father ran from the room and made haste to the aid of Hayley.

Taylor and I, limited in motion as we were, were carried/dragged along behind by Bentley and Alfred, our cunt skirts sliding arousingly along the carpets, floors, and finally the lawns, leaving a slick trail.

When we finally arrived at the scene we found my father sitting on the ground, head in his hands and a transformed Hayley trotting around the grass. Trotting because my dear sister had been merged with her horse Barnabas. Where once there had been a slight, blonde haired girl saddled on a mighty stallion, now there was one creature that was a blend of the two.

I was relieved to see that merged-Hayley still had mostly had a human face: she had her blonde, curly hair, her pale skin, and her warm eyes shining with human intelligence. She also had long, mobile equine ears and a mouth, that while human in shape, was stretched into a blunt muzzle. Based on the way she smiled and whickered in greeting, I suspected, accurately, that my sister had lost the ability to speak.

Hayley's head was also much larger than before, expanded to the scale of her body which had the bulk and size of the horse Barnabas. Her head transferred to a long, wide neck that sunk into equine-looking shoulders coated in short brown fur. Instead of arms Hayley had equine forelegs that rippled in muscle and ended in hooves. Her breasts, greatly expanded and capped with animalistic teats hung heavily below her neck and between her forelegs. Her torso was largely that of a horse: furry and wide of chest, but tapering inward at her abdomen like a human woman before the flare of her mostly equine hips. Her hind legs were entirely the powerful hindquarters of a stallion. She also had a leather saddle which grew from her back and, as a final flourish, she had a long tail of her blonde curls.

Below her powerful body Hayley had the proud phallus and heavy scrotum and balls of the prize stallion Barnabas. She was exceptionally well hung, and based on the erection she was sporting, my sister was enjoying the sensations of her new body and genitals. As she pranced around, her horse tail flipped up showing the mottled, puffy cunt of mare. My little sister had become a huge, quadrupedal, hermaphrodite horse creature.

Taylor, getting over her shock more quickly than me, immediately launched into an interview of what happened with Mr. Mandle, Hayley's riding coach. He averted his eyes and explained that while Hayley was riding Barnabas through the jumping course, she and the horse had been struck by some manner of hypodermic darts. The darts, apparently carrying a payload of alchemy had caused the girl to sink into the stallion and for the two to merge into their new form. Mr. Mandle had shouted for help, getting the attention of loyal Bentley, before trying to find Hayley’s attacker. He ran for the abutting copse of trees, and hearing the desperate crash of someone fleeing through the woods, the riding coach offered pursuit, catching a glimpse of a shadowed man clothed in black. Mr. Mandle tripped on a root and lost the transformist in the thicket, but managed to find a discarded blowdart tube that must have been used in the attack. The man, looking deeply forlorn, begged our forgiveness for his failure.

I offered Mr. Mandle a brave smile, and told him that it was alright while Taylor chewed her enlarged lip thoughtfully, her eye roving in deep thought.

“Mr. Rycroft,” she eventually declared, “I believe I owe you an apology. You can’t be the transformist.”

My father looked up at us, eyes red and teary.

“Logistically you couldn’t have. If your man Bentley had came straight to your office for help…”

“Which I did,” Bentley offered.

“Then there is no way you could have been in your study with us and also fleeing through the woods from Mr. Mandle. You cannot be the culprit.” Taylor continued.

My father nodded. “I would never do this to my girls,” he said flatly.

“Yes, I suspect not,” Taylor soothed. “I thought that Molly and I may have been accidentally transformed, but Hayley was clearly the target here.”

I gasped as something occurred to me. “What if I had been the target in the conservatory and not Aunt Janice?”

Taylor studied the idea for a moment. “I think that may be unlikely, the garden seems an odd place to lay a trap for you. But it’s possible that you were a target and the transformist used your presence in the garden opportunistically to change multiple of their targets.”

“So what does this mean?” I asked.

“It means someone is trying to hurt your father by transforming his loved ones.” Taylor replied grimly.

“But who would do such a thing?”

“Elementary, Molly. Who is visiting your house that bears a professional and personal rivalry with your father?”

“Hoork,” growled my father.


We made all haste to the suite that Mr. Hoork was staying in. My father striding purposefully along and Taylor and I gliding along in his wake on our slick cunt-foot with increasing competence.

A few minutes later, and some help navigating stairs, we were outside Mr. Hoork’s chambers. My father reached to bang forcefully on the door and gave it a solid knock… which caused the unlatched door to swing inward. Taylor gave me a significant look as my father strode into the suite and shouted, “Hoork! Damn you! Show yourself!”

With no answer forthcoming we pushed our slippery body into the room. We surveyed the room, but saw no sign of Mr. Hoork; just my father pacing around furiously. “Hoork! Where are you hiding!?”

Taylor craned out her sinuous neck and tilted her head. “Listen,” she instructed quietly.

I strained my ears and heard a faint gurgling, bubbling sound. “The bathroom I asked?”

Taylor and I pulled our body into the adjoining bathroom and there we found what was left of Mr. Hoork.

Mr. Hoork, it seemed, had also been a victim of the transformist. Instead of the burly but slightly overweight magnate we found a living toilet. It seems that the man had sat for his daily bowel movement, and upon flushing, had released a transformative gas that merged him with his toilet. The gas had made the mans legs fuse the toilet pedestal, rooting him to the floor and house’s plumbing and made Mr. Hoork’s back and torso rear up, hunchback, to becoming a living toilet cistern. His face though, his face had become the toilet’s new bowl. Mr. Hoork his jaw stretch and elongate into a round upturned circle, his lips a kind of fleshy toilet seat, while his mouth hung lower, forming the actual basin of the toilet. The man’s eyes and nose remained, perched right where someone using a toilet would sit, so that the toilet-man would see their lowering asses and smell their excrement. I glanced into the toilet bowel-mouth and saw, under the water, that Mr. Hoork had retained his tongue. I gagged, this was truly a horrific transformation.

“Fuck!” my father said when he noticed.

“I guess he is innocent,” Taylor managed lamely.


We stared at one another wondering what to do, trying to conceive of who else could be responsible. What motive could there be to transform my father’s loved ones and his hated business rival? What unifying theme could there be? My father, after relieving himself in Mr. Hoork, was pacing thoughtfully while Taylor chewed on her lip and scowled. “Who could it be?” I wondered aloud.

And then we heard a commotion from down the hall.

“Reg!” my father shouted.

He grabbed our hands and dashed from the room, dragging us behind him like some kind of conjoined, pornographic sled.

He kicked the door to his friend’s suit and pulled us through.

To see that it was already too late! The transformist had struck again!

Uncle Reginald and his family had already been transformed. Fortunately, their new forms were not as extreme or humiliating as the fate of Mr. Hoork. Both Uncle Reginald and his son, Brant were conjoined to ‘Aunt’ Penelope. I say both were conjoined to Penelope, since the woman had been split in half, with part of her body stuck to each of the men. Uncle Reginald now had Aunt Penelope’s body from her hips up growing from his hips in a face-to-face configuration, as though they were in an embrace or dancing. Penelope had retained her soft, round ass in this transformation, and now Reginald’s penis, three feet long and flexible, but humanly narrow, grew from between his wife’s buttcheeks like a cats tail. Brant meanwhile had his mother’s body from the shoulders down growing from his butt like a humantaur. His upper torso was purely his, male and young and athletic, while his forelegs and fore-crotch were the penis and muscular legs he had before the transformation attack. Behind his original body, Brant now had Penelope’s armless torso growing from his backside, her large, slightly sagging breasts hanging heavily below him, and her legs, bent at the waist following him as hind legs. Aunt Penelope’s soft round ass and her pussy stuck out proudly behind him, making Brandt now an unexpected hermaphrodite.

The family looked stunned, but not horrified by their new circumstances. They were shuffling and moving and touching each other, trying to find out the nature of their changes. Uncle Reginald could feel his body and that of his wife’s conjoined torso, but had no control of Penelope. Brant could feel and control his whole body, his original and his new matronly posterior. Penelope could only control her torso growing from Uncle Reginald, but could feel the parts of her stuck to both her husband and her son. Penelope could also feel Reginald’s altered penis and apparently shared control of it with her husband. It was a bizarre new family dynamic.

“Reg… Penny… I’m so sorry…” stammered my father.

Taylor cut him off, taking a level headed command of the situation. “Mr. Burris, Mrs. Burris, Brant, did any of you see who did this to you.”

“Yes…” said Penelope, glancing back over her naked, spotted shoulder at us.

“It was a maid!” said Brandt stamping one of his mother’s former legs.

“Karen, I think.” said Uncle Reginald, who was the most frequent visitor. “She came into the room with a fire extinguisher and sprayed us with it…”

“Except,” murmured Penelope, “It must have been doctored. Spiked!”

Taylor and I glanced at my father who shrugged. “I don’t know why she would have done this… there has never been any sign of misbehavior or whatever this is before. She has worked for me for years...”

Taylor narrowed her one large eye, “Well we had better apprehend her before she causes any more mischief.”


Along with my father we moved into the hallway and all but immediately found Karen the maid. She was standing in the hallway wrinkling the hem of her French maid’s uniform looking worried and confused.

“What do you have to say for yourself!?” demanded my father loudly.

Karen jumped and looked at us nervously. “Wha-what? Did… did I do something?”

“You don’t remember?” Taylor asked suspiciously.

“I-I blacked out.” She said worry in her voice.

“What was the last thing you remember?” Taylor demanded.

“Well… I was dusting near the Mistress of the House….”

"Hello darling,” purred a new voice, “I do believe it’s your turn…”

I gasped in shock and looked along with everyone else up the hall. There stood another of the house’s maids: Elizabeth. Her eyes were glowing with a strange, purple light and she was smiling with a strange predatory look. She began to slink smoothly down the hall, one arm trailing along the wall and the other idly tossing a thin glass sphere filled with fluid. Our transformist revealed!

Elizabeth flashed her teeth, “You can’t imagine you escaped, sweet darling, can you?”

Except, I had known Elizabeth for over a year, and this creature while wearing her face was not behaving like her. Lizzy was a painfully shy and demure young woman, one who hid meekly in corners and murmured responses. This bold, provocative woman threatening us was nothing like her. “I don’t think that’s actually Lizzy,” I said quietly.

My father stepped in front of us, shielding us with his body.

Elizabeth stopped a few strides away, eyes flashing purple, arm cocked back to throw the glass sphere at my father. “You’ve owed me this for years!” she shrieked. And she hurled the glass sphere!

And Karen shoved past my father, intercepting the glass sphere with her body and slamming heavily into Lizzy!

The pair of maids fell to the floor, coated in the alchemical contents of the sphere, both already transforming. The two women began to flow together, merging with each other and their uniforms, squealing in orgasmic bliss the whole time. Their legs flowed together and became ostrich like, recurved and capped by large talons. Their hips swelled, merging with their skirts to become an ostrich like ball coverd in short black down and fringed with long white feathers. The back of the ball had a fan of longer black and white feathers and revealed a large and brilliant red cloaca. Their upper torso was covered in their four naked breasts and their four arms hung from their shoulders, forearms studded with plumage. Their necks grew side by side, nearly identical heads situated nearly cheek-to-cheek. Both women had grown larger mouths and sharp, elongated noses with long thin nostrils that sniffed the air while losing their eyes completely. Instead both women had gorgeous fathered plumage that grew in a small white crest, from just above their cheeks to long black feathers which draped back over their head and down backs. The merged maids stumbled to their new feet.

“What happened?” said the head with Lizzy’s meek voice.

“You transformed us you bitch!” squealed the head with Karen’s voice, nostrils flaring.

“And you transformed the Burris family.” Taylor surmised aloud. “Or rather neither of you did any transforming. Not really.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Elementary my dear Molly, the transformist has been using mind control to recruit unwitting agents.”

“Demons!” breathed my father.

“But who could even do such a thing?”

“I’ll show you! I know without a doubt who the culprit is!”



Re: Country House

Chapter 6

“I’ll show you! I know without a doubt who the culprit is!” Taylor declared, dragging our shared body down the hallway as quickly as our four arms were able. My father followed awkwardly, clearly wanting to rush to the culprit, but not knowing their identity, was limited to our gradual slither. So together we made our pursuit, a pair of conjoined girls slipping on their enormous cunt and a well dressed man stutter-stepping along in their wake.

I glanced at Taylor, surveying the determined set of her eye. She was smart and courageous, and I didn’t doubt the powers of her deduction, but… she had been wrong before and this current theory sounded fantastical. Mind control? A known suspect bending ordinary people to their will? How could it be?

Taylor, perhaps seeing the puzzlement on my face, launched into an explanation. “I realized that their had to be more than one person performing the transformations. We know for a fact that the maid Elizabeth had attempted to transform Mr. Rycroft and Reginald Burris identified his family’s attacker as the maid Karen…”

“Reg has been here many times,” my father add, “he knows the regular staff well enough to identify them.”

“Which makes two confirmed agents,” Taylor continued, nodding at my father. “Mr. Mandel claimed that Hayley’s attacker was a man who fled into the woods on the property. Even if he was wrong about the gender of the agent, it is highly unlikely that Hayley’s attacker would be able to gather themselves quickly enough to perpetrate the Burris’ transformation or the attempted on Mr. Rycroft. Which means that there must be at least three agents, although I suspect the involvement of more.”

“But mind control?” I asked.

“Of the two agents whose identities we know for certain, Elizabeth and Karen, neither of them has an apparent motive for wanting to transform the family. It’s dubious either would be involved, but both together? I doubt it.” Taylor glanced at me, “And the one agent we saw in action, Elizabeth, was behaving uncharacteristically and erratically.”

“Yes,” I confirmed, “Lizzy was not herself then.”

“And afterward she and Karen both seemed confused, both claiming gaps in their memory. Not to mention that inhuman, purple glow in Elizabeth’s eyes during the attack itself… I think it speaks to an outside force, an outside will.” Taylor shrugged our shoulders. “I’m aware this sounds implausible, but we are already dealing with demon powered alchemy…” She gestured with her eye at our shared body as she kept pulling us along the floor and up to the second floor of the house.

“I’ll grant that your mind control theory might have some weight,” my father said, “but how can you possibly tell who the transformist is.”

Taylor smirked triumphantly, “Tell me Mr. Rycroft, what manner of… interaction does the staff have with your wife?”

My father stammered and blushed a little, “What could that possibly have to do with this?”

“I’ll show you.”

It became clear now that Taylor had lead us to my mother’s plinth. There she stood, all six feet of her phallic body, serene and surrounded by fresh cut flowers from the garden before it merged with Aunt Janice. We slithered up to mum, her towering central cock, her mound of breasts, the ring of cocks and cunts that encircled her. I felt our body growing hot and flushed as we approached, my nipple cocks stiffening, our cunts growing hotter and tighter. “Taylor?” I asked. She ignored me and reared her head gracefully to Mum’s body and wrapped her huge lips around one of my mother’s smaller cocks. I gasped as I felt the cock in Taylor’s mouth, inside our body and moaned as I felt Taylor sensitive, clitoral tongue lick the dick in her mouth. I moaned, revulsion and arousal warring as our body responded to the sexual contact.  Our dicknipples stiffened and our ram cock extended, beading with pre. Taylor bobbed her head, sucking and licking faster and faster until I tasted my mother’s semen erupt in Taylor’s mouth. I bit my lip and tried to control my sexual excitement.

“Hello my baby,” purred Taylor’s voice as she released Mum’s cock, her cyclopean eye glowing purple. “I’m so happy with how you’ve turned out.”

“Mum,” I gasped.

“And darling,” the mind controlled Taylor said, smirking at my father, “have you come to fulfill your obligations at last?”

“Mary?” my father asked, understanding dawning on his face. “What have you done?”

“What have I done!?” She snapped. “What have you failed to do? What of our promises?”

My father looked stunned and guity all at once.

“Mum, what are you talking about?” I asked.

“When I chose to become as I am, your father and I made a covenant.” Taylor’s voice said, “We promised each other we would both transform, that we would be together, copulating forever. He wanted to wait until you girls were older, but I couldn’t wait, so I transformed and he promised to join me in ten years.”

I was shocked. My mother had transformed when Hayley was still very little, when I was quite young. “It’s been at least fifteen years…”

“Precisely!” Mum snapped through Taylor. “I have come to collect my debt!”

My father looked guilty, “Mary, ten years wasn’t enough time. Hayley is only grown now…”

“Excuses! Lies!”

“Mum.. mother! What about everyone else you’ve transformed! Me, Hayley, Aunt Janice?”

“Interest,” Taylor’s voice purred. “Transformation is a gift, and since your father has refused to share in it, I have decided to give it to all of you! To rebuild this family!”

“But how? Why now?”

“Because it’s taken me this long to be ready for it. Mind control is hard, my baby, it has taken me years to master it. Your father and the staff have always fucked me, and while we were together I could feel their bodies: lithe, alive, beautiful. With practice I found I could touch their minds as well, feel their arousal and joy and happiness. Eventually I found I could ride their minds longer, see through their eyes and taste their lovers even after we were apart. Through determination and experimentation, I found I could do more than be a silent spectator, that I could actually take control of anyone who fucked me and make them do my bidding for a time. And that’s when I came up with my plan to transform you all!” Taylor’s indentured voice echoed around the large hall.

“And then,” Mum through Taylor continued, “it took time to pull together my plan: to use my darling’s body and connections to collect the necessary alchemy; to use the staff to scout the best strategies, to prepare the more elaborate traps ahead of time. It was the kind of careful planning only an immobile pile of genitals can really formulate.

“When all was in readiness, I simply waited for the perfect opportunity. And here it was: my darling was at the house and not away on business, both my girls were visiting on vacations, and the house was filled with other guests to join my new harem. It was the perfect time.” Taylor’s mouth drew back in a predatory smile. “And now there is just one last thing. Darling, it is time.”

My father looked at me, “Molly, I’m so sorry. This, this is all my fault. I… I got cold feet. I loved my humanity too much, loved the women and the power and the luxury. I was scared to give it all up. And so I broke the promise to your mother and did all of this.” He reached into his shirt and pulled out a small vial on a necklace chain. “And it’s time I made amends.”

My father began stripping off his clothes and walking towards my mother. He lifted the vial and addressed the mute phallus. “Mary, I didn’t forget my promise. I carried it with me every day, like a chain of guilt. I love you, and I always meant to be with you again. And I will be!”

With that my father opened the vial and drank the contents, walking towards Mum. His legs swelled into pillars of flesh and he grew taller and larger with every step. His arms grew massive forcing him to crawl. His penis lengthened and widened and along with his original limbs became massive pachyderm legs that carried his torso to hover over my mother’s huge central phallus. Now my father’s torso began to swell, growing huge heavy breasts which hung below him and the centre of his body split open to form the labia of a massive central cunt. His back swelled, grew into the dome of a single enormous breast with a giant brown nipple at its apex. The five legs of his body twisted until they were equally spaced, and from among his hanging breasts grew six tentacles, three capped with cocks and three ending in cunts, each corresponding to the smaller genitals on my mother’s immobile body. “Molly, I love you and your sister,” my father gasped as his head dissolved into his huge body, now a canopy of breasts and genitals held above my mother’s phallic body by mammoth legs.

No sooner did my father’s body stop changing, did my altered parents start to copulate. My father’s legs bent and lowered the huge cunt at the centre of his body down onto my mother’s central cock shaft, slowly filling his new body with her girth. His genital tentacles blindly sought out the small cocks and vaginas on my mother and began to fuck them with abandon. And then my father flexed his five legs and began to pump himself on mother, fucking her earnestly, slamming onto her in a way that made the floors of the house creak. Faster and harder they went until Mother’s cock body pulsed, spewing her semen into father, and father’s legs shuddered as he orgasmed, a small fountain of milk shooting from the nipple at the pinnacle of his new body. It was impossible to tell, but I hoped my parents were happy.

The purple colour left Taylor’s eye. She blinked. “So? Was I right?”

“Indubitably, my dear Taylor, indubitably.”


The End.



Re: Country House

Damn, that story sure ended in a (gang)bang. Nice twist