Topic: Halloweiner Party
I've never posted to this site before despite being a distant admirer for some time now; apologies if this isn't y'all's cup of tea. But I figure this story is perverted enough to qualify as a 'proper' belial-grade TF story ^^
That said, enjoy 'Halloweiner Party', my (late) 2017 halloween story for FA / SF
https://www.furaffinity.net/view/25888296/
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It was a cold, foggy night when the Kappa Tau Phi Fraternity held it's last Halloween party.
Every Halloween the local residents in the know moved their cars and loved ones elsewhere, because every Halloween the caustic fratboys and the under-aged drinkers drawn by their loose taps would devastate the neighborhood. The aftermath of a KTP party was an awesome, awful spectacle; toilet paper and vomit strewn on lawns, broken glass from smashed windows and beer bottles glittering on the sideways. And of course, the well-heeled, well-connected fratboys always finagled their way out of attempted intercessions by the dean of students, the police, and even the mighty homeowner's association.
The year before their infamous last party they had out-done themselves in petty hooliganism. Before their party, they had raided a nearby sorority house with camera-equipped drones dressed as ghosts. Afterwards, blackout-drunk KTP'ers peed in the athletic center swimming pool en masse, smashed a chunk out of a statue of an old dean near the library, and started a fight with a trio of ROTC officers inside a bar- one they 'won' by dint of being twenty strong.
That last incident- and the uproar it caused- gave the fraternity some pause. They were put on academic probation and made to serve community service after the story made the state paper. Sensing blood in the water, the homeowners association circled and waited for Kappa Tau Phi to screw up again, ready to deliver the killing blow and evict the miscreants from the neighborhood... but the backlash had forced uncharacteristically good behavior on the fraternity. For an entire year, they kept their misanthropy below radar.
Until Halloween.
For Halloween that year, the fraternity had made big plans: they were going to crash Angela du Claire's infamous invitation-only Halloween party. Rumor-mongering suggested that it was some kind of fursuit party, a titillating revelation for the freak-bashing KTP bros. Equipped with tear gas, filtering masks, fabric scissors, digital cameras and worse, a dozen of the fraternity's finest planned to crash the party and out everyone in the most humiliating manner possible.
They did not believe the rumors that said Angela really was a witch, that the Masquerade of Beasts she hosted let the celebrants cast aside their true flesh for fantastic form. That was all bullshit to them, of course.
When they intruded upon the witch’s mansion, their illusions were dispelled. The frat boys were overcome by the front garden's magical flora well before they breached the door, wrapped up by thick vines and swallowed up by pitcher plants. Angela investigated the disturbance- still in the shape of a cobra naga from her party- and found a dozen of them squirming and screaming. The invaders rained vulgar curses down upon the witch once they realized she was in the room with them.
Angela smiled at the uninvited guests, and then gave them each a more efficacious sort of curse.
The young witch cackled as the frat boys struggled in confusion, entangled tight by her plants while their bodies mutated and twisted. Their pleas *really* got desperate when their penises shrank and shrivelled up into their groins. Cocks of all shapes, sizes and states of circumcision shrank and sank into their groins, drawn into the folds of feathered cloacas, furry snatches and scaly slits, until every last one of the KTP raid team had been turned into the form of a lithe, androgynous cuntboy furry.
Angela had chosen her changing curses carefully. The shapes the raiders had been forced into shared a distinct trait; a lack of hands. The sight of slithering naga boygirls trying to warn their friends on their phones amused Angela to no end. Even more amusing was the helpless frustration of the bird boys, who found that touch screens didn't respond at all to beaks, talons or feathers. The ponyboys didn't even try; something about being turned into a barely-anthropomorphic horseboy from a girl's cartoon with a mare's moist pussy seemed to shut down the young male fratbro brain like a crashed computer.
After inviting some of her more well-endowed friends over to speak with the new boys and introduce them to their moist, needy pussies, the fucked fratboys confessed all their plans as well as an alarming number of other crimes and misdeed to Angela. The young witch decided forgiveness was the better part of enjoying Halloween, and let the fratboys off with a minor curse that would merely force them to retain their female parts for a few months after they changed back to human. But the things they had confessed had disturbed the witch! The stories they told made it seem like only the younger and less 'initiated' KTP'ers had been sent on the raid; the real douchebags were enjoying themselves un-punished. And what vengeance they deserved!
And so, as the fratboys hopped, slithered, and trotted away to find fresh dick, Angela decided to pay the Kappa Tau Phi fraternity a visit they would not soon forget.
Angela merely intended to deliver a stern warning to the fratboys to cease their flagrant douchebaggery. What actually ended up happening, was an incident that would later become known as:
‘The Halloweiner Party’.
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Angela approached the door to the Kappa Tau Phi fraternity clad not in snakescales but her natural human form, garbed in a 'traditional' witch's outfit. Her familiar, Fax the raven, perched on her right shoulder, while Angela gripped her broom in tight her left hand. She felt terribly tense. After hearing of the mayhem that the fraternity had wrought around her neighborhood she half-expected to find the lot of them possessed by ravenous demons. But she saw nothing unnatural with her senses nor her scrying spells. Apparently, the fratboys were just dicks.
But maybe they could be reasoned with.
Angela prepared to rap at the door with the handle of her broom. But before she could knock, she had to step away from the door as a young man burst out and stumbled onto the lawn, vomiting. Lips curling in disgust, the witch stepped across the threshold of the opened door and into the riotous party. Rap-techno music blasted her in the face like highway wind, accompanied by the reek of pot and cigarette smoke.
"Brace yourself, Fax. We're in the hive. No telling how these creatures may react," Angela muttered to her familiar.
"Don't lose your temper, awrk," the raven croaked. "They are only human. Young, dumb, rich, spoiled humans. But still; merely human..."
Walking past tightly-packed crowds of barely-dressed sorority girls and oddly-costumed tanned men competing for volume and attention, the pale witch and her black robes, raven and hat drew stares and laughs.
"Who invited the emo chick?" a girl dressed as a werewolf said, pointing a marble-painted finger-talon at her. Her nails were unearthly!
Another: "Oh my gosh! Look at the pretty blackbird! Is that real?"
"He is Fax," replied Angela, at which point the raven gave a nod.
The pair of them squealed and tittered with amusement at the bird’s understanding, and Angela had to excuse herself and back up until they stopped trying to molest the poor avian with their grotesque fingers.
Angela backed up until she bumped into another person, a fat fratboy wearing a baseball cap backwards and chugging something foul, alcoholic and sugarly from a huge plastic cup.
"Girl, didn't you get the Facebook invite? Girls need to wear sexy costumes only! You’re messin’ with too much shade!" the fat boy said, reaching his pudgy fingers out towards her hat.
"I don't know, man. Goth chicks are hot!" his buddy said, sliding himself between the fatter fratboy and Angela and brushing away the other KTP'ers hand. The young man had spikey dyed-blonde hair and was wearing designer skinny jeans tight enough Angela could make out his car keys. "What's up, baby?" the confident fratboy continued. "Can I buy you a drink? Or him?" he said, all smiles and laughs as he spoke to the raven.
"No, I'm not drinking. I've got to fly home later for my party," Angela said, waving an offered red cup away. "I've come to deliver... a stern rebuke to the leadership of your fraternal order. Could you direct me to-"
"Hahaha, hey guys, listen to this chick talk words!" the fratboy blared, walking away and striking up a conversation with another girl immediately. "Hey there, girl! Those are some beautiful, beautiful highlights you have!" he began. Angela sneered at the back of his head as he moved on, heading towards the kitchens.
The young witch was stopped before she reached the kitchen by the sound of a dozen or so screaming fratboys cheering as they lifted a swaying, drunken man wearing a crown made of crumbled beer cans duct-taped together. "I AM... THE GREATHESTH!" the man slurred, opening one eye and pumping his fist in the air, and then the massive, beer-filled trophy he was holding. The markings on the trophy indicated it the 2014 regional championship trophy for the men's basketball team of a rival school.
Angela approached the 'king' warily as his subjects set him down on an empty keg, piss-gold rivers of watery beer sloshing over the side of the fratboy's trophy-cup as he balanced himself.
"You- I would address you," Angela said, approaching the bleary-eyed, sour-breathed monarch. "Are you the leader of this fraternal order?"
"I'm not the king of the frat! That'sh... I'm king of the... king!" the king said, eyes drooping shut. He loosed a low, long belch as his admirers set him to the ground, and passed out forgotten not long after.
Angela was overwhelmed by the dozen or so fratboys who circled around her, evidently more amused by her declaration of intent than cowed by it. Too many of the beasts!
"Who are you? What's your name?"
"My name is Angela du Claire, and-"
"Oh, shit! We crashed your party!"
"Actually-"
"Is that a bird? Hey! There's a bird on her shoulder! That's a real bird!"
"Hey, bird... want some candy?" one of the more sniveling fratboys said, extending a blue pill to the raven.
Angela, catching her familiar's tailfeathers in the corner of her eye, turned and confronted the young man. "What are you- is that ecstasy!?" she shouted, slapping the pill from his hands "Are you a MORON!? Why would you give a *raven* a dose that high!?! He weighs TWO POUNDS!"
"I don't do drugs," Fax croaked, before mimicing, "Just say no!" in Nancy Reagan's voice.
The party roared. "WOAH! IT TALKS!"
"SHOTS! Shots! Give the bird shots!" shouted another young ruffian, followed by several of his ilk.
"SHOTS!"
"SHOTS!!!!!"
The confused and agitated subject of attention flew towards the rafters, perching near a floating blow-up doll covered in lipstick.
"STOP! ENOUGH!" Angela shouted, trying to make herself heard over the din. The nerve of these creatures!!! It took quite a lot of nastiness to push a familiar away from a witch! She drew herself up, and used her most sinister, cackling voice; the one her aunt used to use when she talked about the first world war. YOU!! All of you! Members of the so-called Kappa Tau Phi fraternal order! Your so-called 'pranks' must cease. They are harmful, destructive, and not even very funny!"
The crowd laughed thunderously.
"Yeah," one of the well-dressed ruffians said, belching and covering it up with a beer can in a way that made a weird metallic echo. "Well... from what I hear, all you do on Halloween is have some weird fuckin' furry faggot fun-time. Maybe-"
"MAYBE!" Angela roared back. "But if you have ever wondered why you and your pissbeer-stained-ilk have never been deemed worthy of an invitation to one of my fabulous fucking furry faggot funtimes, the sixty-four thousand dollar answer is that people WITH dicks are welcome, not people who ARE dicks!"
The crowd 'OOOOH'ed'.
"I am not amused," Angela mumbled to herself in the din, pushing away several more offered shot glasses and red cups.
The young witch, who currently considered herself to be quite calm, pondered the challenge posed by viperous young layabouts to the good order of her neighborhood quite calmly, and quite rationally. Someone offered her yet another red cup and, lost in thought, she picked it up and held it.
Until, that is, a Junior named Andrew Quadeky- breath reeking of stale beer- staggered over, put his hand heavily on Angela's right shoulder, and said into her ear, "Listen, bitch, you're cute and all but you really need to just chill the fuck out or I'm walking you outside and smacking some sense into you."
And Angela lost her temper.
*****
Unnatural light shone from the witch's eyes as she summoned every drop of power she could wring from her own soul. Shadows starkened to life under her aura’s ultraviolet blaze, forming countless sets of jagged shadoy claws that took life an tore Andrew Quadeky towards the raised ceiling of the KTP main den.
"AAAAHHHH-!" Andrew screamed as he was dragged skyward. He thudded hard against the ceiling, which shook and loosed a small rain of dust and plaster. Surprisingly, over the din of the music and partygoers screaming conversations at one another, only his girlfriend Ashley and one other KTP saw the fearsome sight. "HELP!" he yelped. He turned and saw the raven Fax perched at eye level, next to the blow-up doll they had stolen and filled with hydrogen.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME!?" Angela boomed to the ceiling, summoning a shimmering field of transplanar negative energy and fashioning it into a cloak of utter nothingness. "YOU CRETINOUS SCRAPED-OFF RESIDUE of a MAN'S SHAME, YOU think you can LAY YOUR HANDS on a SORCERESS of the THIRD CIRCLE!?! I-" Angela paused for breath- and to obliterate the KTP stereo system with a black ray of energy, leaving behind a pile of black ashes very nearly resembling a stereo system until it crumbled to the floor- "-I WILL MAKE YOU REGRET THAT, YOU DICK!" She shouted, into an abrupt, static silence.
In a blur of black feathers, Fax flew down towards Angela and then back to the rafter’s as he was caught by a current of netherwind. "Angela! Restraint! Rrrawk! Restraint!" he croaked, mimicing first the voice of an older male and then a parrot before speaking in English more-or-less natural for the corvid.
Angela stared straight into nothingness as she addressed her familiar. "Restraint!? These creatures know not the meaning of the word. These sub-sapient shitstains, these entitled vermin, these *THINGS* that wear HUMAN MASKS will be taught a lesson! Oh, they will be taught!"
The party remained in a loose semi-cirle around the raging witch. Though they were tense and alert, dire fear held them at bay.
"You live for nothing but pleasure! Pleasure you take by degrading yourself and others! You know what you all are!?! DICKS! All of you, dicks! Even you! Even the 'women' here! You're entirely self-centered! SPEWING! SINGLE-MINDED. DICKS!" She shouted. Angela paused to adjust her witch's hat, which had fallen down over her eyes as she raged. "You've all been nothing but FUCKING DICKS, FUCKING with ALL OF US since your pathetic little drinking club was founded!!! Well, not one of you DICKS is ruining Halloween again!!!"
Half of the Kappas shifted around uncomfortably. One burst into nervous laughter, which ended when Angela shot him a 100% strength death glare that, while not magical in the least, nonetheless paralyzed the young man.
"YOU KNOW WHAT!?!" Angela roared, her eyes burning with black fire. "IF YOU ALL LIKE BEING FUCKING DICKS SO MUCH, THEN *BE* FUCKING DICKS!"
Angela brought her fist down, and bolt of black lightning struck the roof of the house. The lights flickered off for a second as iridescent lightning balls made from pure darkness forked through the frathouse like a billion angry hornets.
The loose semicircle of fratboys and partygirls backed up, as reality around Angela du Claire ripples and blurred. A ball of black energy sank from her fist down into to the floor like a thick, gelatinous drop of glue, spiraling outwards into shadowy, unreal tentacles. Save for a spotless oblong sphere of shimmering reality surrounding Angela, the tendrils of color-scouring power washed over everyone and everything in the room. Aftershocks of soundless lightning flickered between the vortex and the walls, and up the legs of the awestruck partiers. Then, with a mometary temporal flicker and an electrical pop, the magical energy disappeared.
"FUCK WHAT THE FUCK-!" Andrew shouted, falling from the rooftop as the force holding him up abruptly disappeared.
As he fell, a web of darkness sprung up around him and slowed his fall... though not enough to keep him from banging his head on the floor. But the black energy stuck around his body after he hit the ground, entangling him even though Andrew swore
“AAAAAH!!!!” Andrew screamed, as suddenly a blast of black lightning arced through both of his arms from the web. He convulsed with hot, numbing pain, and saw nothing but stars and blackness for a few seconds. The electrical sensation seemed to collect and settle inside his pelvis before pouring into penis, and it was only then that the fratboy noticed that he wasn't feeling intense pain from the electrical shock he had received; he was feeling *pleasure*..?
As Andrew staggered to his feet encumbered by the half-real web of black energy, he noticed to his annoyance that his friends were so afraid none of them were paying any attention to him and his near-death experience.
"Becky... I don't feel so well..." one girl said to another. Andrew turned his head to look at them and noticed they seemed.... larger? The blonde was scratching her ears, which seemed to be taking on an odd point. Andrew swore he could see fur growing up over them. He bet it was soft. Why was that turning him on?
"Unghgn... what in the fuck..?" Andrew said, teetering on his toes as he tried to stop himself from moaning as his loins throbbed. His toes tingled, and when he wiggled them the tingling became a tickle so strong he nearly giggled. Even stranger, he felt his hardening dick twitch along with the sensation in his toes. "AH! Hahahehe-!" It was too much, too strong. Andrew crumpled to his knees and then sat back, his body simmering with *heat*.
"Oh? What's wrong? Don't feel so saucy anymore, hm?" Anglea mock-pouted from her vantage above the room. She was floating above them on her broom. Her gaze was Old Testament.
"Guys?" Andrew moaned, looking for someone to help him. But his bros seemed to be distracted by their own problems; even those who looked his way seemed to be busy rubbing their foreheads and squeezing their hands against their eyes. For a few moments Andrew stared at his 'friends', wondering why none of them cared enough to help him. That bitch could have killed him! He was clearly suffering more than them, right? If what he felt could really be called suffering...
Feeling more and more light-headed as the strange sensations increased in intensity, Andrew scratched at his itchy, tingling his ballsack. He didn't know why his boxers felt so tight, but his hardening meat was feeling a lot more snug than usual. Adjusting his confined equipment, Andrew was shocked to feel that his balls were growing; growing quickly enough he could feel the swelling heat of them with his own hands.
"What... the fuck?" Andrew groaned, turning to look up at Angela. "What's... happening to me...?"
"I told you already," Angela growled.
Andrew didn't worry about it; not at first. He was sufficiently shocked and amazed by the fact of his growing sack, which throbbed stupendously as his fingers went from ball-adjusting to ball-fondling. Unable to help himself, Andrew stuck his hand down his pants and rubbed underneath his pendulous testicles, and then snuck a huff of his own musky ballsweat, thanking the fact nobody was watching him do it. They were mostly touching themselves, or looking at themselves, or otherwise preoccupied in some other way. The few who were not did not seem eager to meet his eyes, or anyone else's, really. They all knew something was terribly, terribly wrong, but...
Andrew groaned with pleasure as the swelling continued. The feeling of having his heavy, growing sack throb against the soft, snug confines of his underwear was making him crazy horny. He looked down and saw that they were bulging well out of his pants. About half the people were looking away, the other half were staring right at the two apple-sized balls bulging against the front of his jeans.
"Andrew! You alright there, bud? Heh!"
"Look at his fuckin' sack! Hahaha!"
The crowd snickered at Andrew's predicament as he frantically attempted to re-seat his equipment into a comfortable position, but with a hot adrenaline flash he realized that his balls were now simply too big. "Fuck!" he cursed, pulling his pants down and revealing his ridiculously-stretched boxers, which he belatedly tried to cover up by turning around. There were too many people around him to cover much of anything up, though Andrew was more concerned by the fact that his balls were *still* growing. The feeling of having such a huge sack felt really, really good, but the fratboy knew there was no way he was going to be able to get his boxers off his gigantic set of balls cleanly. It felt weirdly good to have his growing ballsack squeezed around his tight silky boxers, which were now stretched as far as they could go and starting to tear. He was feeling dizzy...
"Ah shit, ah fuck, fuck- fuck!" Andrew cursed, stumbling away from his pants while his enormous and continually-enlarging testicles grew and grew against the confines of his undergarments. Andrew supported his sack from below with his hands as he felt the fabric stretch to the breaking point, before tearing apart down both back and front under the strain of his super-sized sack.
*RIIIIIIIP!*.
"AHAHAHAHAHA, DOZE NUTS!"
Andrew’s fellow KTP'ers burst out into laughter at the spectacle of their friend's balls bursting into view, but their laughter was cut short by what else they saw.
"Arhhhghhhhhhhhhhnnnnn...." Andrew moaned, his vision blurring and his head going all light and woozy as he recovered from the intense sack-freeing boxer explosion. Shivers of hot pleasure ran though him and his mouth watered with drool as he danced off the feeling. Having his massive balls out in the clear felt so good he hardly noticed how hard his fratmates were laughing at him. "Strrrp... don't looohk..!-" Andrew mumbled, still dizzy.
Their laughter died. But it certainly wasn’t because of what he said.
Andrew looked down, following the crowd's eyes to his still-swelling testicles, now covered in a thicket of fine, loose pubic hair a lot grayer than his normal hair. Above his gargantuan sack, his penis had shrunk into a small, narrow knub darkened to a deep, angry shade of red. Andrew felt it meld into his belly, and felt the sensation of erection start to... spread...
"HELP!!" Andrew yelped!
"Dude! How!?!" one of his friends in the crowd asked.
"FUCK, I DON'T KNOW!" the cursed fratboy screamed. Andrew whined as his ballsack continued to grow larger and larger, stretching the remnants of his boxers to comical size even as the enormous orbs peeked out from the torn garment. The hair covering it was looking more and more like gray fur as it grew over his pendulous testicles.
The crowd was now staring at Andrew with quiet attention. Even though the fratboys and sorority girls had not quite grasped the true nature nor extent of the curse that had befallen them, they knew something was deeply wrong with Andrew. The soft murmurs of panic among them grew as Andrew's metamorphosis progressed and it became increasingly clear to the onlookers that they weren't seeing a guy turning into a werewolf; not quite. The smell of male sweat and wolf musk was growing thick and hot in the air as Andrew's catelope-sized ballsack plopped through a huge hole torn in his boxers, and the young man in question continued to pant obliviously.
Tommy, one of the KTP's newest pledges, had seen waaaaaaaay more than enough and bolted for the front door.
"Trying to escape your fate? Pussy." Angela spat as he ran from the room.
He made it to the front door, but the moment his hand touched the doorknob it turned into an angry black tentacle that seemed to devour the whole of his arm. Tommy yelped in surprise and then screamed in horror, while the door sucked him in up to his shoulder before he could even properly react to what was happening. He put his free hand against the doorframe and tried to push himself away, only to feel his fingers sink into it as if the wood were thick, cold jelly. Crying out and desperately jerking himself away from the door, Tommy was nevertheless pulled deeper into it. Kicking against the door merely made his shoe sink into it, melting before the cool gelatinous wood merged with his foot. The crowd gasped collectively when his face was pulled against the door by his nearly-merged arm...
Tommy felt his flesh billowing out of his chest and face in waves as his arms and legs melted and spread across the doorframe, the ethereal wood sucking his body in as water would absorb sand. Where his body merged with the door, the door’s structure warmed and softened into a rubbery sort of living substance. Tommy's horridly-mutating body twitched and sagged in places as he tried to fight the transformation, but the moment his head was pulled inward he felt control jerk from him. His arms lost definition as they pulled into the top of the doorframe, while his legs sank into the bottom more gradually. He felt his eyes pull apart, and into his head, which continued to sink and spread across the top of the door. Helpless, Tommy couldn’t even cry out while the whole of his body experienced more awful convulsions of mutation that felt sickeningly sensual as he fused with the magically-cursed door.
It was hard to think with his head being fused with a door. But the changes did seem to manifest in two concrete sensations that Tommy could pin down. Even as the rest of his body contorted and squished together in weird ways, his butt and his mouth felt like they swelled and expanded relentlessly with each ripple of transformation that wracked him. The most immediate and powerful sensations came from his face, which was pushing through the door as it merged and expanded up and down the whole of the doorframe. His tongue swelled up into a hot, hard, flexible stalk as his mouth continued to grow bigger and bigger, swelling the frame outward and making it bulge as black-lit energy crackled off it. Tommy's putty-like body and the front door had merged into a mass of ochre-purple flesh, his massive mouth stretching vertically as he felt it kiss the cool outside air.
Tommy blinked as he felt light hit his... eye, and looked down to see, shockingly and tauntingly enough, the street outside. But just before the sidewalk, a shimmering curtain of black-lit energy had coalesced, sealing off the outside world. So, escape had been an illusion all along, he thought mournfully. But even stranger was looking down and seeing... what he had been turned into.
The fratboy's door-shaped body was, in it's very middle, an enormous ovular pussy. In the very middle of his body, he felt what used to be his tongue quivering. It was a huge, stubby clit shaped just like a slender doorknob, except it jutted up from a fleshy sheathe in the middle of his enormous pussy-face. "MMMMMMMMMMPFHFHFHF-" Tommy wordlessly screamed, his mind cracking as he realized what he had become. He was a... huge, immobile, demonic, pussy...!?
A momentary mental twisting and shifting distracted Tommy as he began to scream again, his hollow innards twisting deliciously as the sensitive fleshy chords that gave him his voice rippled together. His scream became a moan, and then a burble as his tingly, fleshy face gushed with wetness. Behind him, he felt his other eye re-open, and saw the inside of the house from his now-split sense of sight. Behind him, his ass was growing, stretching vertically into a set of moist purple pussylips much like his front now was. His cock, which had melded into his body earlier during his merging without ever being fully subsumed, was nestled in the middle of his asspussy, and nearly done transforming into a rear-facing knob-clit.
Tommy twitchily blinked his indoors-facing eye, his sexualized body sweating as hot waves of shock, embarrassment and lust washed over the mutated fratboy. On the outside, a cool breeze was blowing against his body but that hardly calmed the doorpuss down. All of his friends were staring at him in speechless horror, watching him whimper quietly and moisten himself just like the sort of ripe, horny cunts that would make any fratboy hard.
Kappa Tau Phi was, to the last man, silent. Where and the front door had been, all they could see was a massive, slick-skinned, purple pussy.
Some gasped. A handful of the sorority girls screamed. None of them moved. The sheer violence of the bizarre transformation Tommy had gone through paralyzed them. They stared while, in less than a minute, the purple, fleshy pussy-door went from shaking in place in a state of frenzied panic, to slowly quivering and moistening itself as it's bizarre, erogenous body was caressed by the chill night wind. But while they had been watching Tommy turn into a huge pussy-door, they hadn't paid much attention to what had been happening to Andrew.
Andrew, after seeing his frat-mate turn into a huge vagina, had a pretty good idea of what he was turning into. Just looking at the rubbery-fleshed vagina-dude made him feel the urge to walk up and kiss the transformed pussyboy right on his clit. Andrew trembled on his hindpaws as he rose to his feet, feeling *so* very stiff and good and *full* and horny as he imagined nuzzling Tommy's smooth lips....
Andrew had under-estimated how far along his change was. Before he could take more than a handful of steps, the feeling of his massive balls dragging against the floor made him body tremble with pleasure. The tickly rubbing across the bottom of his massive sack was so intense he felt like he was going to pass out... except instead of being light-headed and faint, he felt hard-headed and randy...
"Rrrgh, oh fuck... rrrrgh..." Andrew growled, panting as thick drool welled up in his mouth and watered from his lips. He wanted to run forward and shove himself into Tommy's moist pussyface so badly, but he knew he was never going to make it that far. He reached a trembling hand down toward his groin to stroke his dick before remembering that it was gone. But where it had sank into the upper part of his crotch, it had ballooned out into a thick, sensitive tube. Moaning with pleasure, Andrew put his hands down into the moist musky fur that covered his lower half and squeezed on the sensitive, squishy bulge growing up his belly. An orgasmic twitch roiled up the developing urethral tube from his beanbag-sized balls as he squeezed it with his hands, throbbing up through his whole body.
Andrew shut his eyes tight as he tensed with each throb, his perverse transformation progressing still further. Hair rapidly fell away from his upper body, which was slick with his drool and sweat, while thick fur sprouted all over his butt and ballsack. Andrew wanted to touch himself all over, but when he tried to pull his hands away from his urethral tube he found that they were stuck. Hot, rubbery and useless, his arms were rapidly being absorbed into his midsection.
Standing stiff and taut near the back of the crowd of oblivious partygoers, Andrew squatted and thrust himself into the air in the throes of frustrated, horrified, confused lust, feeling his whole upper body tightening up with each tremor of pleasure. Andrew hardly even noticed the tendrils of black magic coiling around his quivering legs as he repeatedly squatted up and down. Thick, gooey, slimy drool welled up in Andrew's mouth almost constantly now, more and more of it as the thick cocktube in the middle of his rounding, hardening body moved past where his bellybutton used to be.
From beneath the floor, more tendrils of black energy coiled up through the air and coalesced around their comrades, forming a trio of thickm shadowy tentacles. Two of the tentacles coiled around Andrew's massive ballsack, slithering all around and across the churning orbs until they had them completely wrapped up. The pair of coiled tentacles squeezed around Andrew's lupine balls, while the third of the three wound it's way over, around and down below his furry tail. The slippery shadow tentacle paused for a moment to tickle Andrew's tail-hole before slithering it's way into the fratboy's virgin ass.
Andrew sputtered in wordless shock, huge streams of musky drool pouring from his mouth as his ass was penetrated by the comparatively-cold tentacle. Having next to no experience whatsoever with anal sex and certainly none with receiving it, the poor fratboy had no idea what exactly he was feeling when the black magic rubber tentacle began to pound against his prostate...
Andrew's vision sparkled with blurry stars as his huge set of furry balls were fondled and his tailhole was tentacle-fucked. He *throbbed* from his balls up to his head, his urethral tube growing it's way up to what used to be his throat and merging with it. Andrew's face bulged forward with each new throb, his teeth and ears melting into the turgid flesh. The ass-pounding the tentacle was giving his virgin prostate was violently intense to his sexualized body. Orgasmic pleasure rushed up through Andrew’s phallic upper-half, his tentacle-covered sack twitching up against his crotch as Andrew's brain was braised in raw sexual pleasure. It was all too much, too weird, too fast. He was scared of what was going to happen when he came, but everything felt so intense, SO GOOD-!
It didn't take too long for the poor wolf-dick fratboy to climax from the tentacular molestation, his incredibly-sensitive body quaking as pleasure. "RrrarrrraawwwwwwwoooOOOOOOOO-!" Andrew howled, until he felt his tubelike throat suddenly fill with salty, tasty and thick goop.
*SKPFLFF-!!!* he sputtered, his whole head suddenly *exploding* with raw, radiating sexual ecstasy. His body convulsed, his balls clenched, his insides *churned* and then it was happening; he was spewing a gout of creamy, white cum from his slit of a mouth. Cumming. Just. Like. A. Cock.
It was absolute, pure, unalloyed pleasure. Andrew felt himself cum, and cum, and cum, his every nerve afire with the rapturous gushing of a male organ’s orgasm. His slick, pointed head tightened and palpitated with pleasure as he unloaded the huge load in his sack, skull softening and bloating into yet more erectile tissue as he continued to cum. His thoughts seized as his every nerve was, for the moment, dedicated to nothing more than his climax.
Andrew was delirious; every delicious second he continued to blow, he felt his resistance to the curse melt away. The salty, incredibly musky cream of his own canine seed filled his mouth constantly as he ejaculated. He could see it shoot forth from his slitted, muzzle-like maw with incredible speed.
His first blast of baby-batter struck the ceiling high overhead and rained back down upon a table covered in open pizza boxes, filling the cheese and sausage one up with spooge instantly. A trio unfortunate girls were bathed in a wave of splashed cream, screaming in unison and throwing their arms up in shock. Andrew’s next splurt hit a wall with such force that the splatter ricochet hit most of the people standing to the left of Andrew with a spray of warm semen...
Screams and shouts shot from the crowd as they fled subsequent volleys of cum erupting from their fratmate-turned-dick.
"HOLY SHIT-!"
"ANDREW!!!"
"WHAT IN THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!?!"
“HE’S A- WHAT THE FUCK!?!”
For a second, the sound of screams and shouts rang through the frat house. But as quickly and suddenly as the screams began they ended, drowned out in a sudden, heady exhalation of deep, reflexive cries and moans from the partygoers. Latent black fires ignited into magic blazes across their clothes and skin, physical manifestations of the corrupting curse that had been cast upon them. The cluster of sorority girls who had been soaked in Andrew's jizm shower stumbled and fell to the sticky ground, their legs turning rubbery and their clothing melting away into nothingness. A forest of black tentacles rose like smoke from the puddles of cum, and then began pulling the women's flesh together where it stuck like warm glue...
If any of Kappa Tau Phi held out any hope that Andrew was the only target of Angela's vengeance, it was now gone. Men fleeing for the doorways were suddenly weighed down by ballsacks spilling from their pants and bursting through their undergarments, while others found themselves tangled up by tendrils of black energy that had no physical substance. The fratboys screamed and cried for mercy and prayed for succor and hurled bitter profanities at Angela, but the witch’s only response was to cackle at her victims below.
Slowly being overcome by a feeling of full-body exhaustion, Andrew fell backwards, his shaftlike upper-half squishing against the soft carpeting as the last of his release burbled past his lips. He could see so many others struggling with swelling balls, shrinking hands and fingers, and increasingly-sensitive skin as they shared his fate, and couldn't help but feel a wicked shudder of delight run through his limp body knowing he'd soon have friends. Of course, as he came down from the ecstacy of the climax, Andrew also felt a deep and perverse sense of horror, humiliation and powerlessness at having been literally turned into a dick by a fucking witch.
Andrew noticed something then. The sorority girls were not being left out of the fun; far from it. But instead of being phallified, the females all seemed to be changing into hulking, masculine, furries. Fucking furries, of every phylum. He saw a girl turning into a brawny lion, another changing into a husky rat-man. The three girls who had fallen together were merging into a monstrous, scaly hydra. Andrew's girlfriend, a sorority sister named Ashley, was changing into a werewolf. She had been trying to hide from her boyfriend in the crowd as he transformed into a living wolf-dick, but had nonetheless caught an errant wad of canine cum to the face. Her face was a panting, drooling, gray-furred muzzle. Her sexy wolf costume's tail was brushed to the side, the short, brown, limp, artificial tail quite a contrast to the muscular, perky, gray-furred appendage that wagged above her increasingly-thick rear...
Sniffing the warm, cloying air of the nightmarish party in through her cold, wet nose, Ashley began to make her way through the panicked crowd while growing bigger and taller and furrier by the step. She packed on pound after pound of muscle and inch after inch of height, bones crackling and muscles creaking as she grew from pro-bodybuilder size to well past human limits. The change in mass was so drastic and dizzying that Ashley hardly noticed her clit swelling up into a comparatively-tiny human penis, and two slightly-hairy testicles dropping from her sealing pussy lips.
The ex-female's chest had out-grown her bra by the time she sniffed her boyfriend out. His potent, feral musk had become an irresistibly delicious aroma to the hulking were-wolf. She had licked as much of the sticky, salty cream off her fur as she could, but wanted more than another taste. She was confused by the pangs of need that echoed in her small penis, but her desire drew her inexorably to Andrew.
Approaching the soft, furry wolf-cock, Ashley grabbed hold of her boyfriend with both hands and picked him up, hugging her musky, phallic lover against her broad chest. His cum smelled perfect.
"Aaah! Ghhglgl... Ashley!?" Andrew yelped. He couldn’t turn his head or eyes far enough to see more than the furry muzzle towering over his head.
"Rrrr.... Andrrrrew..." she growled, licking the back of his tapered head with her lupine tongue. "I think we're supposed to be together, hun..."
"W-wait! I don't know about- Ah-!" The hulking wolf-girl dropped Andrew back onto the couch like a sack of potatoes, then pulled his legs, butt and sack over the armrest. Growling with raw lust as she stared at Andrew's furry ass and pendulous sack, Ashley began to stroke her newly-grown penis. Unlike the rest of her, her dick was almost entirely human in shape and appearance, it's modest size dwarfed by her huge werewolf form. She could stroke it easily with two of her huge clawed fingers. It had to grow; she needed a bigger dick to be complete..!
Ashley grabbed hold of Andrew's tail and lined her dick up with his hole, penetrating his pucker and sinking her hard erection into her boyfriend's ass slowly. She growled gutturally through clenched teeth, savoring the strange sexual thrill of truly dominating her dick of a boyfriend with a cock of her own. She thought back to all the times her fratboy lover had been rough or nasty to her while they had been having sex, and then began to fuck Andrew the wolf-cock's taut, furry ass with a big smile on her muzzle.
Andrew felt a warm, liquid relaxation seep into his feet as Ashley humped him hard and deep. His feet felt so rubbery they were almost bouncy, while his thighs and rump felt all saggy and loose. But it was hard for him to tell just what was happening because of how incredibly good it felt to be fucked in the ass. Andrew gave long, slobbery howls as his girlfriend plowed into him, her cock growing bigger and thicker and harder all the while, hitting the sweet pleasurable place inside his rear all the better. His body again engorged into a turgid, sweaty pillar of wolf-cock as it flushed with arousal, and his head again throbbing orgasmically...
It wasn't long before Ashley planted a hot, gushing load into his ass, holding her dick nice and deep inside him. Andrew felt orgasmic tremors wrack his enormous balls when she nutted in him, but the feeling of being bred seemed to inhibit his own climax. He felt a lurch as his giant ballsack began to pulse backwards, while at the same time his rump was pulled into his girlfriend's fuzzy sheathe and his shrunken legs began to curl up around his lower body...
Andrew twitched in torturous ecstasy as he was wrenched between cumming and transforming, his whole body becoming much more cock-like while simultaneously merging with Ashley's crotch. His girlfriend's knotted cock and his own creamed butt felt like the same hot, liquid, burning flesh, though quickly their connection solidified and he felt her warm blood begin to pump into his phallic form. His giant balls, still slurping backwards down Ashley's furry taint, schlorped against her own small sack. Andrew barely felt his girlfriend's hairy human balls fuse with his own, but he certainly felt the powerful changes running deep through the underside of his body as he felt himself root inside his girlfriend's furry crotch...
"Rrrrghghgh..." Ashley growled, pulling herself backwards from the couch's armrest. "Oh, Andrew... do you feel it..?"
He did, but didn't want to say it. As she walked back, Andrew felt his throbbing body bob backwards as well. His- their- sack gurgled ominously with liquid heat as raw arousal surged from the werewolf into her dick and vice versa. Andrew felt what was left of his legs tense pleasurably and swell outward into a spectacular lupine knot...
Orgasmic tension radiated up Andrew's erect, tapered body as his girlfriend took his weight for the first time, bobbing stiffly up and down as she backed away from the couch. The throbbing dick was spitting up a nearly-constant stream of pre-cum now that he had finished merging with his mate, only his vaguely human face and glassy eyes indicating that the throbbing pillar of lupine meat was, in fact, a young guy in the throes of a transformation curse.
"Fffuck, Andrrrrrewww..." Ashley huffed, stroking the cock's tumescent head with her paw as she aimed his throbbing body lower. Once, twice Ashley pushed her hips forward, grinding her boyfriend-dick across the fabric of the armrest. But just as she finished that second slow sensuous thrust, Andrew twitched wetly and exploded, bucking upwards as he ejaculated volleys of goopey yellow lupine semen.
Ashley shivered and panted and whined in a state of shock as her hyper-sized boyfriend-cock erupted between her legs. Her powerful furry thighs quivered mightily as struggled to stay standing upright, while the beanbag-sized set of balls she shared with her phallic partner churned violently between them. It felt so good to cum as a big, powerful male werewolf! Even better to do it with her dick of a boyfriend, his quivering, helpless, throbbing body now a thoroughly-enjoyable tool for her to use as she saw fit. And what perverse, predatory fantasies were skulking into the imagination of the sorority girl-man-wolf!
It wasn't until Andrew had spewed most of his load over the couch, the wall and an unfortunate pair of intoxicated KTP pledges before Ashley mustered the presence of mind to actually aim him. She put her paws against the sides of her huge, cumming wolf-cock and pushed herself up onto the couch, smooshing her boyfriend's gushing form into the already-sticky cushions. Panting and smiling as she rolled herself back and forth on her big squishy furry ballsack, she pushed her blubbering, cream-covered dick down into the fabic crevice formed by the gap between the cushion and armrest. Ashley could feel every delicious inch of the soft textured cushions with Andrew's hard, slimy body as he continued to cum..!
Andrew scrunched up his eyes, thankful that the lids on his unnatural body were tough and durable as he was forcefully humped into the couch. The orgasm pulsing through his body was explosive; being merged with his werewolf girlfriend made Andrew feel so much more 'complete' as a penis. He could feel so many of her powerful muscles tensing as they came, could sense the sultry thoughts in her mind and taste the hormones pumping through her blood. Their huge ballsack shuddered magnificently as it worked to force more thick, salty cum through his hard body and out of his simplified slit of a mouth. The powerful, pumping sexual peak was so intense it nearly made Andrew forget the horrible cursed situation he was trapped in. It was impossible not to enjoy the climax that roiled through the whole of his dickified body, even though he was being used to hump a dark, dirty, cum-soaked couch crevice.